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pacificwaternymph · 1 year ago

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Finn stumbled out of the bar, wiping his nose with the palm of his hand. The only thing it accomplished was smearing the blood all over its face, and staining its palm red. His vision blurred and doubled in front of him, one of his eyes swelling quickly and refusing to open all the way.

The stupid Kestrel hadn't been pulling his punches. Finn grudgingly had to admit that it had underestimated him. He hadn't expected someone like him to put up such a fight. His expensive, silk sleeves had hid the muscle underneath.

Finn's stomach churned, the ale it had drunk not two hours ago protesting heavily to the abuse of its body. He barely made it into the alley next to the tavern before he heaved, vomiting onto the dirty, moldy cobblestones.

The foul mixture seeped into its split lip, mixing with the blood and stinging something fierce. He hissed in pain, limping a few steps over before sliding down the wall onto the ground. It closed its eyes and tipped its head back, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the various aches and pains that were sure to bloom into beautiful bruises tomorrow morning. Fuck, this was not how he'd expected this night to go.

It'd been itching for a fight all day, the urge to lash out and strike anyone who came near it simmering just beneath its skin. And he'd seen him waltz into the bar like he owned the place, and Finn knew he'd found his target. His purple satin vest, embroidered eyepatch, and perfectly polished boots had pissed it off. He had the air of someone who thought himself better than the "lowlifes" in the bar, even though he was just as much a pirate as the rest of them.

Finn had wanted nothing more than to claw that smug look off his face. Maybe add a few more stripes alongside the ones that ran from his jaw, across his face, and underneath his eyepatch. Turns out, the scars hadn't just been for show.

It's head was swimming. He cracked one eye open, and wondered how on earth he was going to get home when he was like this. It groaned and brought one knee up to rest its hand on, wincing as it jostled its probably cracked ribs.

"Hello?" A voice called into the darkness. Finneas flinched and suppressed a scream at the wave of pain, turning his head to the source of the disturbance.

A young woman stood in the entrance to the alley. She had dark hair pinned back in a braid, and a shawl was wrapped around her shoulders to protect against the chill of the night. Her dress cut off at her knees, revealing knee-high laced boots.

Great, just what it needed. If anyone saw him like this, he may as well kiss his reputation goodbye. Maybe, if it was just very still, she wouldn't see him, or would think he was a dead body, and go away.

"Are you alright?" she continued, and Finn held his breath, closing his eyes and praying to whatever god he may or may not believe in that she would deem this not worth her time and leave.

But it seems the gods weren't listening, because a moment later Finn heard the sound of heels clacking against stone, drawing steadily closer to it. He cursed silently.

It heard a sharp gasp, and reluctantly opened its eyes to face the music. Up close, he saw she had wide blue eyes and... fins (he thought) where her ears should be. A siren, perhaps?

The thought sent a chill down its spine.

His fear was quickly forgotten, however, when his eyes caught on the sash wrapped around her waist. The dark blue fabric, draping down against her skirt, was embroidered with two birds, one larger and one smaller, entwined in flight together.

Perfect. On top of the humiliation of being seen like this at all, the one who had found it was one of those weakling nightingales. What an embarrassing way to go.

"Oh, you poor thing," was the first thing she said after recovering from her shock of seeing him at all. The pity in her tone made it want to throw up again. Or maybe that was the concussion. Either way, he instinctively recoiled from her condescension, and regretted it immediately. Right. Ribs.

The nightingale-siren-woman reached for it. He tensed, his hand shooting up to grab her wrist with a bone creaking grip. She jumped, startled by the suddenness of it, but there was no fear in her eyes. It supposed, with it like this, there really was no reason to fear it.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, using her free hand to pry his fingers off of her. "I didn't mean to startle you." She knelt down so that she was eye level with it, seemingly uncaring of the dirt and leftover rainwater that soaked her skirts. She reached into her bag (since when had she had a bag? Fuck, he was really out of it if he was missing obvious details like that) and pulled out a handkerchief and a small pouch holding some kind of liquid, presumably water.

"Here, I can help." Her tone was earnest, and her expression was surprisingly warm. Finn gaped at her, eyes going back and forth from her face to her hands. What was wrong with this woman? Offering help to a complete stranger?

No, this had to be a trick of some kind. It narrowed its eyes, watching as she unscrewed the cap of her water pouch and poured some kind of clear fluid onto the cloth. It looked like water, but he couldn't exactly trust that, now could he. It could be chloroform, for all it knew. He could be about to be kidnapped, and he wasn't in any position to defend himself.

Nightingales were definitely the kind to take advantage of people at their most vulnerable, disguising their ill intent as kindness. It was the only way most of them would ever win in a fight.

It curled its lips back into a sneer.

"I don't need your help," he rasped.

The nightingale paused, looking up at him. She recapped the pouch and stored it away, looking at him contemplatively. After a moment, she seemed to come to some sort of realization.

"I promise I'm not trying to hurt you," she said, in the same tone one would use on a cornered animal. She grabbed its hand and pressed the handkerchief into it. "Here, you can clean up some of the blood." Without waiting for a response, she stood up and stepped back, giving him space.

It eyed the cloth warily, and hesitantly sniffed it once. He didn't smell anything suspicious, so slowly, without ever taking his eyes off the nightingale still across from him, he started to wipe down his face. It's not an easy task. Its hands are shaking, and nothing seems to quite want to focus. But he manages to clean out his lip and most of the mess left by the bloody nose. Red still stains the creases in its hand, crusting over in a promise that it would be there for days.

The whole time, the Nightingale didn't do anything. She didn't move, she didn't talk, she didn't even watch him. She kept her eyes on the entrance of the alley, as though standing guard. When it offered the now blood soaked handkerchief to her, its hand was shaking so hard it feared it was going to drop it. A few seconds passed, and she didn't take it from him. Then, suddenly she was in front of him again, her hands enclosing around his to steady it. He hadn't even seen her move.

Though her touch was gentle, Finn still flinched. It only had a brief moment to hope that she hadn't noticed before its hopes were dashed like an abandoned ship against the rocks. The pity returned, and she gave him another smile (seriously, who smiled that much?) before taking the cloth back and neatly folding it away.

The nightingale glanced back towards the street, where the warm glow of lamps only just barely penetrated into the alley, and turned back to Finn.

"Come with me," she said, holding out a hand. "I'll help you find somewhere we can patch you up."

"Who are you?" Finn spat back. There was no way it was going to follow some stranger to an unknown location. He was trying to avoid being murdered tonight.

"My name is Joanna," the woman responded. Finn waited for her to list a second name, but a moment passed, and it realized that was all it was getting.

"What do you want?" he demanded. "Why are you helping me?"

She blinked, confusion clouding her startling blue eyes.

"You're hurt."

She said it so plainly, as if it were that simple. As if she didn't need another reason to offer her assistance to someone she didn't know, who she had found under incredibly suspicious circumstances, and couldn't possibly fathom why she would need another one.

And Maybe Finn was just tired, or maybe it was the concussion, or maybe it was because the girl seemed so genuine and Nightingales were always said to be bleeding hearts anyway, but it found itself believing her.

You must be new to the isles, he thought to himself. You're far too naive. She must be, either naive or crazy, to help him like this.

It grasped her hand and let her pull it to its feet. He stumbled forward, but she caught him, and threw one of his arms around her shoulders. She was surprisingly strong, able to support its weight even as it sagged against her, leaving her to do most of the work.

"What's your name?" she whispered to him as they started limping back towards the street. Finneas took a few moments to answer, with the way its head pounded.

"Finneas Blackwood," he muttered back. "But you can call me Finn."

Ta da!!! I realize I've never actually elaborated on how Joanna met any of her squad beyond Inigo, so I thought I'd give this a shot.

As always, Finn belongs to @finnified

And yes, the pirate that Finn fought was in fact Inigo. Something that will make for a very awkward second meeting with Joanna.

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sheliesshattered · 1 year ago

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I've been dealing with a little bit of a cold this last week on top of the normal spoonie-ness, so it was slow going on my most recent sewing project -- the hooded wrap, not quite a cape, not quite a shawl, definitely not a scarf, definitely not a robe thing -- which Jack says I need a better name for lol -- but with pacing and slow incremental progress, I was actually able to finish it in pretty good time.

Ironing and pinning the very long hem was the most time consuming part, but pacing myself actually allowed me to slow down and handsew all the corners into place before I put it through the sewing machine, which resulted in much crisper edges than I would have had if I was rushing to finish it. This time last week I wasn't sure if I would be able to machine sew the hem, but I actually like the look of the top stitching it produces, so I went with what was both easier and nicer looking. After all the ironing and pinning it took me nearly an hour to sew the whole thing in the machine, inching along to keep my lines straight and remove all those pins, so I don't even want to think about how long it would have taken me to handsew it, lol.

I did french seams on all the seams, since they may be seen from the outside, and turned the hem under twice at about the same width for a nice crisp matching look. The resulting hooded thing is soft and cozy and moderately warm, and can be worn a bunch of different ways, which is fun.

With the hood down and the wrap bits left to hang straight down, it's got nearly Jedi robe vibes:

One of the wraps tossed over the shoulder creates nice asymmetry:

But with both of the wraps up on the shoulder and the hood up, it's got a different feel entirely:

The fabric is a brushed cotton herringbone that grips itself reasonably well, so once the wraps are tossed over the shoulders they stay put pretty well. From the side view you can see how it just drapes nicely down the back:

And when they're tossed over the shoulders like that, the finished ends are similar in length to the center back point:

With the wraps unfolded and left long in the front, the back panel is much more visible. There's no shoulder seam at all -- the wraps just continue up over the shoulder and meet at a 45 degree angle in the back:

I was careful when I cut out the pieces and when I pinned both parts of the french seam, so that I could line up the herringbone weave neatly and get these cool chevrons at the center back:

The length in the back is enough for it to feel a bit like a cape, but not in a huge dramatic way or anything -- and Disney generally frowns on large capes and robes for Batuu Bounding, from what I've heard. But with this length I feel like my back and shoulders are covered, but the longest bit of the center back isn't so long that I actually sit on it. I wore it out of the house this weekend and was comfortable both wearing it in the car and walking around an outdoor flea market.

I have about seven yards left of this fabric, so at some point here I'm going to make a Norse-inspired apron dress out of the rest of it, to go over the fleece dress seen in the photos, which I sewed last month, and to go over lighter underdresses in the spring, and possibly on its own in the summer. I like the idea of this hood matching that apron dress, and I did draw some inspiration for Norse/viking hoods with pointed capelets in front and back, too. Not at all historically accurate, but historically-inspired, like the fleece dress.

But really my brain is all about Star Wars right now, and the Batuu Bounding for our trip to Disneyland coming up in about six weeks. The hooded wrap has a very different vibe with big boots and leather-look leggings and a fitted vest and various Star Wars-y accessories. My nb sibling described this hooded thing as 'what Luke Skywalker would wear if he was a crow witch' -- and as an irl crow witch and a non-affiliated gray Force user in my silly Star Wars OC building, I can certainly live with that, lol.

I have a few detail things for my Batuu Bounding outfit that I still want to work on, but generally I'm really happy with how it's coming together. Next up, I'm going to switch gears and work on some details to spruce up Jack's jacket for our outing, now that we've got the base-layer pieces for him figured out too. Pictures of that (and my outfit) as they start to come together.

Six weeks isn't a ton of time to get costuming pieces done in, especially without pushing myself too hard, but I also feel like both of our outfits are good to go the way they are right now. It's just, they could be cooler looking with a little more time and effort. And hey, I'm having fun with the process and it's keeping me from vibrating in place and rewatching every Star Wars movie and tv show over and over again while I count down to my birthday, lol.

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magicalgirlartist · 2 years ago

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[ID: 3 drawings with 2 characters each, all male, 1 higher and older facing left, 1 lower and younger facing right. 1: the higher one has light green hair with white streaks in a long ponytail, wearing a light green shawl over a dark green jumpsuit and carrying a buzz saw staff, winking with his hand to his chin. Text beside him: "TURAGA MATAU, leader of Le-Koro, most handsome Turaga (according to himself), lovely singing voice. The lower one has tiny green glasses, baggy bright green pants, and an open green vest, and he's smiling and waving. Text beside him: "SANSO, musician, plays a mean flute, can and will talk for hours about music theory." 2: the higher one has a brown scarf wrapped around his head and shoulders, loose brown clothes, a hand on his hip and a grouchy expression, carrying a hammer staff. Text beside him: "TURAGA ONEWA, leader of Po-Koro, friendly, but kind of rude, perfectionist, hates Ahkmou so much it's unreal." The lower one has black hair pulled back by a headband, a light brown tunic over black shorts, and tall gladiator sandals, with one hand by his face and a smug smile. Text beside him: "AHKMOU, merchant, normal merchant, nothing to see here, just a regular merchant selling regular wares." 3: the higher one has long greying red hair and a braided beard, long red vest over red clothes, carrying a fire staff and smiling. Text beside him: "TURAGA VAKAMA, leader of Ta-Koro, oddly prescient, very patient, "First of all let me make one thing quite clear. I never explain anything." -Vakama probably." The lower one is standing awkwardly with one hand raised, with a bright orange tank top, red pants with the legs rolled up to his knees, and a red bandana. Text beside him: "KAPURA, left hand of Turaga Vakama, member of the Ta-Koro Guard, slow and methodical, moves quickly by moving slowly (???)" End ID.]

Finally got around to doing more Bionicle Sports Anime designs! Matau's was the most fun tbh. Either the Toa Nuva or some uniform designs are next. I've been saying uniform designs for so long at this point I should probably do them.

Like to slap Onewa's bald head. Reblog to slap Onewa's bald head.

[Commissions open!]

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alwaysthesitter · 1 year ago

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👑 — our muses in a royalty au

He knew better than to sneak out of the palace walls, but he had done it anyways. He was tired of being under his parents' dictatorship, and being told that he was too 'precious' to go out and be amongst 'commoners'. When Steve heard this bullshit, he thought of only two things - one, he was only precious because he was the only remaining heir to the throne and the Kingdom would crumble if something were to happen to him. Two, his parents were literally just judgmental fucks that thought everyone was below them if they didn't have wealth and riches, which most people didn't.

His father had gone to have a council meeting in a different part of the land, attempting to exchange money for warfare, or something like that. Steve was supposed to be listening, knowing this would be important stuff when he took over as King, but all he heard was 'blah blah blah' and he often would dissociate and tune it out. Blame the past brain damage if he had to. All he knew was it was a perfect opportunity for him to get out and past the guards, especially as his mother was often not one to pay much attention to him either, even if she was the better of the two. It hadn't been difficult to find some 'peasant' clothes; a simple buttoned vest that seemed to be made of some sort of leather, some baggy pants, and a shawl that he had wrapped around his head in a way that would hopefully hide his appearance. Mostly.

He had made his way down to the main market street, which appeared to be bustling with civilians. People shouting about selling eggs and loaves of bread, little kids chasing each other through the streets, business owners peddling their goods. It was all so different here, and Steve loved it. He was tired of being viewed as someone who was just labeled with royalty. The future King Steven. He just wanted to be able to be himself. He had jumped as a little old man had appeared in front of him, offering him to step in to the library and check out the books, Steve blushing a bit and shaking his head. "I.....I'm not good at reading." He had mumbled, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear and apologizing, ducking his head to find something else to do.

The bakery had seemed like a safe place to start, smells wafting out. All the food in the palace was ridiculously overrated, a meal to 'fit a king' as the saying went, and Steve wanted to know more about the basic goods like muffins and cinnamon rolls. Stepping in, he was immediately hit with the warm smell of fresh baked goods, pressing up close and looking at the display items, not knowing what half of them even were.

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beccasfashioncorner · 1 year ago

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The best season for fashion <3

Hello my dears, I do not know how it is with you, but with me it is already very cold. Therefore, I thought, we could prepare together for the fall. Therefore, today we talk about Fall basics.

1) Beanies, caps and hats A fashion accessory that also keeps you warm. For those who think it makes them look weird, try a shortened beanie. This variant suits almost all face shapes.

2) Scarves and shawls Not everyone has thousands of jackets in their closet, I for example have one really thick winter jacket and that's it. How do we doll up the whole thing now? With a scarf of course! Tip: on TikTok you can find super tricks on how to wear a scarf or shawl without looking like grandma.

3) Layering Wrapped up so thick, you look more like a snowman instead of a fashion icon. We don't want that. Instead of stacking two thick pieces, layer several pieces instead. To do this, it is best to have a white and black turtleneck in your closet. These parts actually always go. Vests are also great options.

4) Color Just because the fall of the world slowly takes the färbe, does not mean that we have to move with it. Dare to wear colors and combine them with each other.

5) Lined Tights These are like regular tights, but have a layer of fleece inside to keep you warm. This little hack is a savior especially for those who do not want to give up skirts or cute leather shorts in the fall. They look like normal black transparent tights. You can find them everywhere on the Internet or even in drugstores.

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katriniac · 1 year ago

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Ooooooof. This was difficult to stop at just one favorite, or even four. So I did almost all of my faves!

😅😅😅😅😅

Starting with my tutorial boys/guidance counselors:

Sasuke - Ikemen Sengoku

He's my #1, and therefore, he will have the best thing ever: a hoodie! With funny nerdy slogan. I will promptly steal his hoodie. This is a move he will no doubt have anticipated, so he'll pull out an EXACT duplicate and pronounce we have reached #CoupleGoals because we now own matching shirts. I love my ninjenius. 💚

Blanc - Ikemen Revolution

A light gray/blue softer-than-clouds waffle weave long duster that wouldn't normally look attractive on men but somehow Blanc manages to pull it off just fine. He will delight in trapping and wrapping me within the voluminous thing, claiming he lost his glasses and needs to keep me this close to see my cute face. ASDFGGHJKLMMMMM

Sebastian - Ikemen Vampire

To keep from overheating while he works hard, he wears a thin cardigan. The narrow sleeves hug his biceps. A crisp white button-down shirt is his hallmark under the soft layer. He soon discovers that I prefer a simple tank top under the cardigan when it is Snuggling Time™️

Nobunaga - Ikemen Sengoku

You might *think* this red hooded sweater is overly simplistic for such a powerful man. But you'd be wrong. It's woven from sustainable bamboo, manufactured by a group of war widows, a small start-up he invested in and helped to promote. That pattern you see? They named it after him because he was integral to their success. The bamboo is soooo soft, that when he holds me close I just mush right into his broad chest. The best part? On those rare moments when I actually make him blush, I can pull the hood up to hide those red cheeks so no one can enjoy the sight except me! Hee hee! 😉

Shingen - Ikemen Sengoku

*sputters incoherently* Um, yeah... Fluffy sweater. Hard muscles. Um ... *giggly gibberish* Yeahhhh ... that's all I got. Why am I wasting time writing this when there's a half nekkid Shin waiting with two mugs of hot cocoa? GOODBYEEEE!

Kanetsugu - Ikemen Sengoku

Glacial grey wool fitted coat over a monochrome sweater vest. Necktie and dress shirt are perfectly adjusted. He looks completely put together. Contained. In control. Just under the thin ice is a simmering hot springs. When I give him that *special* glance, he's quick to throw off the tidy layers and tug his tie loose with a primal snarl.

Comte - Ikemen Vampire

This cashmere sweater with leather elbow patches screams "old money". It's my favorite thing for him to wear when we cuddle by the fireplace. I love how it always smells like him, even after being washed. So soft, so warm. I'll admit it: I've worn it without anything else on and crawled into his side of the bed just to be wrapped in his scent. *melts into a puddle*

Artem - Tears of Themis

A shawl collar fits this old-fashioned guy. The cobalt blue brings out his beautiful eyes. The chunky texture keeps it from looking too stuffy and uptight. And he always wants to wear it because I bought it for him. The smile he gets when he repeats that reason? Oh goodness gracious, that smile could get me to agree to anything. You want 14 children, Mr Wing? Okay. Whatever you want, hunny.

Dean - Ikemen Revolution

So neat. So tidy. So perfect for torturing me when he pushes up the sleeves and rolls back the cuffs of the dress shirt. He KNOWS that is my weakness. And then he stalks back and forth in front of the blackboard, smacking his "professor's pointer" (*cough*RIDING CROP*cough*) against the palm of his hand as he waits for me to answer his pop quiz. Oops, guess I'm gonna fail because I was too distracted ... looks like I'll need to stay behind after class and do some 'extra credit' 😏 No one in the college would ever assume a devilish deviant would wear such a clean cut cardigan! 🙄

Sariel - Ikemen Prince

Even when I begged him to update his wardrobe and add some casual pieces, he still couldn't break away from his favorite color: black. As I roll my eyes and guffaw at his goth-boy-at-heart sweater, he levels those hypnotizing amethyst eyes at me and smirks, but stays quiet as if he's enjoying a joke only he knows. "What? WHAT." I demand, half annoyed, half playful. He waits a beat before opening his mouth, as if contemplating sharing the joke. Finally his smirk grows wider as he leans in to whisper, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my neck, "Admit it. You think the buckles are sexy." Dammit. He's right. He's always right.

Keith - Ikemen Prince

Chunky cable knit wool cardigan. Thermal Henley shirt pulled taut against his massive barrel chest. Carhartt pants and steel-toed Redwing boots. The hard-working outfit of the most helpful, most modest prince on the continent. "And the most handsome one, too," I am quick to remind him. His surprised eyes and shy blush are too cute to leave alone. I push the attack with little kisses to his nose and forehead and cheeks while I tickle his rib cage mercilessly. Keith is too sweet to go on the offensive, yet enjoying it too much to retreat. But I wonder how alter!Keith will retaliate in the morning? 😏 Heh heh, I can't wait!

Jin - Ikemen Prince

Oh. Yeah, he knew EXACTLY what he was doing when he picked out that sweater. Wait -- did he dry it so it would shrink ON PURPOSE and mould around his sculpted muscles? Seriously? Seriously. Jin. STAHP. *bursts into a fit of laughter* You're already the hottest thing on two legs, darlin. Why are you like this? You know, the tighter that sweater is, the harder it will be for me to peel off of you. Just sayin' 🥴

Trey Clover - Twisted Wonderland

No surprises here. Level-headed choice. Easy maintenance. No frills. Well made and quality materials. It's perfect. Just like you. Understated and reliable. Such a wise and practical choice. I whisper in his ear, "But you know, dear, you can go wild every once in a while and choose something that isn't machine-washable -- or something you'll only wear once. Gasp!" He gives me an almost imperceptible roll of the eyes before flashing that cocky grin I love, and whispering back, "The only time I go wild is with you. In private. I prefer to keep it that way, baby girl."

Jack Howl - Twisted Wonderland

Hiking in the Shaftlands was supposed to be the perfect autumn vacation. Fresh air, leaves turning color, and miles of wilderness for just the two of us. So why can't I keep my thoughts out of the gutter every time Jack rolls up his sleeves and I see his powerful forearms, or when I can't take my eyes off his massive thighs, or when he growls a little in his throat -- wait, why is he growling?? He has stopped walking, and I bump into him, his thick fluffy tail rubbing against my stomach. "Katie. We're almost to the cabin. The scent of your arousal has been hitting me constantly for the last mile. Don't worry, I'll be sure to take good care of you once we're there." Oh! Such a good boy! I could practically jump for joy if I wasn't already so tired and horny. Instead, I wrap my arm around his for support and nuzzle into his plaid shirt to hide my grin.

Malleus - Twisted Wonderland

Aw, did the lonely edgy emo boi buy another sweater from Hot Topic (or whatever the equivalent is in Briar Valley)? He poses with dramatic lighting for the latest magazine cover shoot. But all he can think about is how I'm waiting for him in the graveyard at midnight. Meanwhile, I'm shivering and wondering why I had to fall in love with an immortal dragon prince who loves wandering through desolate ruins? Why couldn't his favorite place be the beach? But when he suddenly appears though a green mist of magic, and he wraps me in his arms and many layers of cozy black sweater, pledging never to keep me waiting for him ever again, whispering apologies, vowing eternal love, and sinking his fangs into me, well ... I suppose I could forgive him this time.

Azul Ashengrotto - Twisted Wonderland

He wasn't satisfied with the silvery lavender sweater I gave him. "Layers. I must have lots of layers. That's what all the fashion blogs are saying will project an air of success and power. I need more layers." As we left the store -- him bundled up in layers of silk, cashmere, and Marino wool, and me guiding him down the stairs since he couldn't see over his scarf -- I muttered something about needing an extra closet just for this outfit. His sneaky reply? "Don't worry about putting it away. You just concentrate on having fun stripping it off me. And since you were such a good girl and so patient while I shopped, I'll reward you with a little bit of tentacle time. You'll like that, won't you, hm?"

Albert - Midnight Cinderella

His Majesty insisted. What was Al to do except comply? With the royal charge card in hand, we went to the Stein mall. He balked at the price of a leather jacket, but the staff's salespitch about the longevity convinced him. Then it was off to fetch a stack of identical button-down shirts and khakis. Last was a serviceable walnut-colored pullover. He held his hand out for me to pass it to him, but I clutched it to my chest. "No, I'm not letting this get paid by some royal stipend. I'm buying this for you myself. So that every time you wear it and I cuddle next to you, I'll remember that I made that cozy moment possible because it was my present to you. I want to see you wearing something I gave you." Al's face flushes pink as he pushes up his glasses to stall for words. It's not until we're riding back to the castle that he finally has decided on the perfect reply, "The smile I wear is always something you gave me. Tonight I'd like to see you wearing the smile I gave you. Just that. Only that smile and nothing else. I need to repay you for the sweater and the attack of cuteness in the store." ASDFFGHJKKHGFDGHHG

Sid - Midnight Cinderella

How? HOW. How does he make a zip-up hooded sweatshirt look THAT sexy? It's criminal. He knows he's several illegal levels of handsome as he pulls open the dressing room curtain. "Whatcha think? Not bad, right?" The cocky smirk and dancing light in his eyes are too irresistible, and I fail to formulate a snarky comeback. Instead, I grin and silently pile several other outfits into his arms. "Well? Don't just stand there, stud. Time to model all these other sexy clothes for your girl. Especially those jeans that hug your ass nicely. Ooh! Can't wait!"

Robert - Midnight Cinderella

"It's a little *too* avante garde, isn't it?" His reluctant question was punctuated by his fingers fidgeting at the asymmetrical hem. I swooped in between him and the full-length mirror, taking hold of his wrists and guiding them around my waist. My hands splayed out over his chest, luxuriating against the supple weave of the angora wool. "Mmmm...no. It's perfect for your presentation. Besides, it was a custom-made gift from your benefactor. It would be rude to refuse it. Especially when your girlfriend thinks you look so handsome in it." I looked coyly up at him, hoping my reassurance wasn't too over-the-top, even if it was all true. I rubbed my cheek against the candyfloss-softness, humming in cozy contentment. He chuckled at the image it made in the mirror, "Okay, okay, stop petting me, you're being too cute. If you keep it up, I won't be held responsible for the damage this sweater may take." His tone rolled down to dangerously sexy levels. I knew I had won him over for the sweater, AND maybe even scored myself some 'private' studio time with my favorite artist, heh heh 😏

Daily qs have been loaded back up into my server and we have some fall related ones slowly coming out, and I wanted to post a few as they pop up and hear y'alls responses...because its cute.

Question of The Day:

The weather is getting colder out and the leaves are changing- this calls for warmer clothes! Are their any outfits you'd like to put your fave in, or maybe perhaps cute matching outfits you'd like to wear with them for the season?

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aelie · 3 years ago

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Fashion on the Outer Rim

Disclaimer: I am not a professional costumer. These are only observations that I’ve made over decades of being a huge nerd about fashion history and Star Wars. And my fashion history is mostly limited to European/western fashion. I’m making this to help a friend with references for drawing Star Wars art, and using tumblr as the easiest way to share it.

If you want to talk, know that I rarely check tumblr except to post fic-related things.

I suspect that life on the Outer Rim is very similar to living out in the American West in the 1800s. That means very few changes of clothing, as cloth is expensive. Garments are going to be multi-purpose and well taken care of. There will frequently be aprons, sleeve covers, undergarments, and accessories to protect the clothes from both bodily fluids and from stains. Clothes will be frequently patched and repaired until they can't be fixed anymore, then recycled into other uses.

That being said, there are definitely more sources of inspiration than just the American west! Basic East Asian clothing has a large influence on the design as well, with the use of wrapped garments and robes. On Tatooine, there’s also a lot of Southwest Asian and North African inspiration with the style of robes worn by both moisture farmers (well, Uncle Owen) and the Tuskens.

Here is the link to a pinterest board I’ve put together of both actual Star Wars art and costumes and inspiration references for future Star Wars art and costumes. I'll be adding to it occasionally.

Some tips on choosing clothes for your characters:

Undershirts are probably going to be common. They’d be very simple shirts with very simple seams with solid colors. Most undershirts in the past were white because color-fast dyes were really expensive, but this is Star Wars, so color everything to your heart’s content. Because they are the fabric that is against the skin, the shirts will have to be something that can really take a beating (aka be washed frequently) - meaning that lots of buttons and patterned fabric would not work very well.

Pants/Trousers/Jeans etc. are likely to be in a thick, tough fabric with thick seams that can endure a lot of wear and tear. Ironically, your best place to look for really tough pants are old style Levis. Those things were made to be used and abused. Color-wise, you’ll see a lot of solids, but in all shades of the rainbow.

Regular shirts would probably have the more fancy seamwork and loads of buttons than undershirts because they wouldn’t be washed as often as the undershirts. This is where you’d find your button-ups, your bib shirts, and your Lando shirts. You’d also find fancy embroidered tunics, your shirt pockets, your lacy trims, and your super bright patterned fabrics. The Jedi uniform-what-is-not-supposed-to-be-a-uniform-but-totally-is is supposed to resemble the clothing of the poorest in the galaxy, so shabby up some Jedi robes for spacers and smugglers. Tunics of varying lengths and styles are also a good place to look for inspiration.

On colder worlds/in colder climes, you’d see a LOT of layering like you do on Earth. For long skirts, though, you’d see a lot of petticoats under the main skirt to add to warmth. Also, stockings/tights, and wraps around the tops of boots to keep the cold and wet out.

Accessories wise, vests are awesome at protecting shirts and for carrying stuff! Sleeve covers used to be a thing to protect your clothes from food or dirt or stains, and would likely be used (it’s also a really good way to reuse old clothes!). Sleeve garters were similar - it would hold your sleeve up at the bicep so your cuffs would be pulled back. Aprons would probably be very common, especially in messier trades. Shawls would help with warmth, and scarves and hijab-like hoods are also commonly seen throughout Star Wars media. And let us not forget the humble and ubiquitous jumpsuit, or the omnipresent and tasteful poncho!

BUT KEEP IN MIND: these are all just my interpretations and opinions on a more realistic approach to clothing on the Outer Rim. This is STAR WARS, baybee! The only hard and fast rule is the RULE OF COOL.

#have a rough draft #star wars #outer rim fashion #art inspiration #art reference

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catgrump · 4 years ago

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“I’m alive?” [For Sondham Sonia/GUNDHAM?] Your writing is 💕💕💕

I’m so glad you like my writing 💛💛💛

This is an Idea for a little scenario from Cruise Ship AU! I have plans for a full-fledged Sondham fic in Cruise Ship AU so this is a taste of what’s to come I guess lol

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Gundham stared at his reflection in the cramped bathroom, leaning on the faux-marble vanity

He sighed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Could this cost him his job? Potentially. He’s thought about that. He can’t remember the last time he was disciplined, so maybe this would be worth the risk.

The ship was docked at its private island. He’s never actually stepped on shore. And when she found that out, she insisted he abandon his post for the day to spend time with her.

“I was going to do so many things alone! It would much more fun with a companion!” She pleaded

And he gave in. When he first met her just a few days ago, he felt like he lost his inhibitions. She’s captivating. He looks forward to stopping by her family’s suite each day for a chance to see her. She’s kind, and curious. She’s asked about him and his life.

So he’s taking a chance.

Not like he isn’t taking a chance whenever he goes out of his way to see her. But this is something entirely different.

He left the employees’ quarters to meet her on the dock.

He stepped onto the gangway and felt the sun beat down on his pale skin, and felt like he could sweat immediately seeing Sonia sitting on a nearby bench

She’s beautiful. Her long blonde hair was gathered into braids that cascaded against her frame, adorned with a sleek swimsuit, dark shorts, and a sheer black shawl. She was glistening in the sunshine.

And then she saw him. She grinned ear to ear and stood up, gathering a bag closer to her and waving with unbridled enthusiasm

He walked down to join her. “I am so glad you are here!” She was practically bouncing with excitement, “Part of me was not expecting this.”

Gundham shrugged, smiling, “I do not take promises lightly.”

“Then come with me! I have a reservation in fifteen minutes,” she took hold of his wrist and practically dragged him down the dock toward the island

Gundham followed Sonia’s lead as he took in the sights around him. The island itself was clearly designed to be accomodating to vacationers. Before the bombastically colorful front gate, one of the first things you saw were giant water slides towering into the sky.

The sky was perfectly blue and the waters looked crystalline. The sand on the shore was almost was white as the clouds. It was almost too perfect

Sonia continued to hold on to Gundham as she trudged through tourists. They passed by souvenir stalls, rows of chaise lounges, private waterfront cabanas, snack shacks, musicians playing calypso, and tropical flora and fauna— which Gundham always took note of. There were far more lizards here than he anticipated, which was exciting.

By the time Sonia finally said “we made it,” Gundham thought she had made a mistake.

When Sonia said ‘a reservation’, he thought it was for a meal. But there was a shack in front of them, storage lockers behind them, and... water vehicles of some kind parked in the water beside them

They weren’t boats; they were much too small. Gundham had never seen a vehicle like this before. It appeared to be a scooter or motorcycle on water

Sonia finished talking with the attendant in the shack and approached Gundham, jingling a small key on a ring. “Anything you do not want getting wet goes in a locker,” she chirped

Oh. So she did have a reservation to... ride. He didn’t take her as someone who’d want to do those sorts of things.

Gundham did his best not to stare as she removed her shawl, revealing more of her figure. He swallowed, but then quickly averted his eyes when he saw her start to take off the shorts she had on. He could feel himself growing more and more flustered as his imagination ran wild

He bit his lower lip as he looked at his feet idly kicking the sand

He had to snap himself back when he felt a finger tap his shoulder. Sonia was standing in front of him expectantly. “If you have a phone on you, I suggest leaving that in my bag in the locker,” She giggled

“Right,” he nodded and followed her advice, taking his phone out of the pocket of his swim shorts and placing it in her tote bag once he was at their locker.

She has not said anything, Gundham paused, standing still in front of the locker, contemplating an insecurity of his, I do not think she will make any remarks...

He took a deep breath and decided to remove the shirt he had on. Sonia had only previously seen him in uniform— a uniform where he was able to cover his scars. They adorned both of his arms, and he had some across his chest. When on the clock, he went out of his way to appear more friendly and approachable than he desired to be. Even with his brooding presence, Sonia had led him this far. The last thing he wants is for her to be scared of him.

Gundham did his best to control his breathing while he folded the shirt. We ARE on a beach, he told himself, This is perfectly acceptable.

He took one last deep breath before turning around to face her. A weight fell off his shoulders when she smiled and clasped her hands together with glee.

“Come on,” she instructed, “We have to listen to the safety information!”

They sat among strangers and listened to an instructor guide them through driving the vehicles, which Gundham learned were called ‘wave runners’.

His leg bounced with anxiety as he tried to focus his nervous energy on gripping his own knuckles

When the presentation was over, they put on life vests and went to the docks.

“Is it alright if I drive?” She asked with pleading eyes. But they were entirely unnecessary.

“Y-yes, that is fine,” Gundham did his best to hide his fear. This is not the type of activity he would do to seek a rush of adrenaline.

Sonia climbed on, taking hold of the steering handles with zeal. Gundham waited for her to settle in before cautiously sitting behind her, and searched for some sort of handle on the side of the vehicle to grab.

There was no such handle.

Well, he had to hold on somehow. He very carefully wrapped his arms around her waist, doing his best to maintain a respectful distance between them. She’s beautiful and she did invite him out, but he can’t make any assumptions.

On the insteuctor’s cue, the fleet of wave runners started off. Sonia turned over her shoulder and asked “Are you ready?”

Gundham nodded yes with a tight, forced smile.

He felt like he was flying. And not in a graceful, peaceful way. It was as if he were a crash-test-dummy in a race car, headed toward his inevitable demise. Sonia’s profile over her shoulder was the last thing he saw. Removing one of his senses just amplified the others. He couldn’t look at anything, but he could hear the motors speeding through the waves, he could smell the salt of the sea as it hit his face, he could taste his mouth getting drier, and he could feel how he had suddenly grasped on to Sonia with all of his might. There was no distance between them anymore. His brain was telling him that if he let go, he would fall off, and who knows what would happen after that?

He was squeezing his own arms for stabilization, and listening to Sonia laugh, trying to center himself. This went on for what felt like eons.

Until they suddenly stopped. “Gundham?” He heard her say his name and opened his eyes. He picked his head up to see her looking down at him with wisps of hair in her face and a concerned smile

“I’m alive?” Were the first words out of his mouth

She laughed, and covered her mouth with one of her hands. “Yes, we made it back! Our time is up.”

“Oh,” Gundham suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed, “That was not... so bad.”

“Gundham, you have not let go of me.”

She was smiling, but Gundham instinctively released his grip. Was his face heating up from the sun, or because of her?

“I think I owe you a stiff drink after that,” she continued, swinging a leg over the side of the waverunner, “Come on; my treat.”

She stepped off the vehicle and offered Gundham a hand. With his heart in his throat, he accepted it.

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bxcketbarnes · 5 years ago

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Assassin-To-Be (Assassin’s Creed Syndicate AU)

Pairing: Assassin!Luke x Reader (1880's Victorian London)

Words: 7300+

Author's Note: so, a few months ago I decided to do an Assassin's Creed Syndicate AU with Luke. Cause his fake death scene in No Shame made him look like an assassin sneaking around. This is my masterpiece. I love it. I hope you do too.

A few things to cover- Templar's are a group of bad people. Starrick is the head boss of the Templar's in London and they're trying to find the Shroud. Which is a giant scarf that provides the person wearing it immortality. Blighters are a gang that works for the Templars.

You and Jack finally moved into the small apartment the two of you have been looking at since you arrived in London.

Although, since you moved here you've noticed Jack's been a bit distant. He hasn't really shown any affection towards you in almost two weeks.

You studied him for days, noticing him coming home late from work more frequently. You sometimes even stayed out late yourself, just to see if he cared. He didn't.

The curly blonde shivers as the wind smack him in the face while stepping off of the boat. His blue eyes look around the area before a sigh escapes his lips. "Here we go," he mumbles and heads towards the stone stairs that lead to the streets.

Henry Green and two other assassins, Jacob and Evie Frye, stand at the top of the stairs and watch the Australian make his way towards them.

"This is the guy?" A scruffy English voice asks and Henry looks over at Jacob.

"Yeah. This is the guy. Luke Hemmings. The best assassin in Australia. He's a key to stopping the Templars."

You were heading home from your day at Alexander Graham Bell's shop, always intrigued in watching him work. You met him during your shopping one day, literally running into him and dropping all the vegetables you had in your arms. Since then the two of you have become quite good friends, spending most of your days with him.

You wrap your shawl around your shoulders, shivering at the chilly wind as you walk down the dim streets. You made it to your apartment an hour later and you just couldn't wait to slip into bed.

"Jack! I'm home," you call out while closing the front door behind you. A woman's moan stops you in your tracks and you look towards your bedroom. "Jack?"

You walk towards the bedroom and a gasp leaves your lips upon seeing your boyfriend fucking another woman. Both of them look over at you, Jack's eyes becoming wide as he pulls away from the other woman.

"Y/N-"

"Fuck you," you mutter, feeling the tears come to your eyes as you swallow the lump in your throat. "You're such a fucking cunt I don't know why I stayed with you."

You're seething as you slap him across the face, huffing, and puffing before walking out of your apartment. You cross your arms over your chest as you make your way to the hotel that's a few blocks down the street.

You sniffle while walking down the uneven cobblestone street, being careful not to hurt yourself. You're wiping the tears off your face when a man comes out from an alley beside you.

"Hello, sweetness. Aren't you a cute little thing," his thick accent compliments and you go to move around him when his hand stops you, grabbing ahold of your wrist. "Hold on, I'm not done with you."

You begin to struggle in his grip as he tugs you into the alley before pressing you against the wall. "Please," you beg, wanting to get away from him and he laughs wickedly, one of his hands grabbing my breast. You cry out, doing everything in your power to get away from the man dressed in red. "Stop!"

Luke was running along the rooftops when he heard your voice. He stops in his tracks, skidding along the damp rooftops before heading closer towards your screams. The blonde peeks over the side, seeing a blighter try to assault you in a sexual way.

He growls a bit, growing hatred towards the man in question. Luke flicks out his hidden blade before jumping down from the roof, landing on top of the blighter.

The man lets out a groan as Luke kneels above him, his hidden blade embedded in his chest. "Scum," he whispers harshly before pulling the blade out, seeing the life drain from the blighter's eyes.

You watch with wide eyes before moving away from the wall, needing to get away from here. You end up tripping over your feet, falling to the ground and Luke looks up at you. He takes a step towards you and you pant heavily while backing away from him.

Luke puts his hands up as you continue to scurry away from him on the damp sidewalks. "Hey, hey," he mutters and crouched slightly, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise."

You stare up at the hooded man, your chest heaving rapidly. "W-Who are you?" You ask him as he pushes the black hood off of his head, exposing the blonde curls underneath it.

"I'm Luke. Luke Hemmings."

"You...you killed that man," you remind him and his blue eyes dart towards the now dead blighter on the ground.

He scratches the back of his head, his curls swaying in the London breeze. "Yeah, yeah. I did," Luke mumbles and rubs his hands together. "To be fair-"

"To be fair?!" You draw out, cutting him off from speaking with wide eyes. "What justification is there for killing a man?!"

The blonde sighs and looks over your facial features, noticing the terrified look in your eyes. "Yes. When he's working for a sick man and for trying to take advantage of a beautiful woman, like yourself," he explains, and your mouth parts slightly.

"Okay… you're not wrong there, I guess." You breathe out as your cheeks become a bit red.

Luke lets out a chuckle and holds out a hand for you to grab. You look up at him before darting your eyes towards his hand for a moment. "C'mon," he class and tilts his head to the side, "you can trust me."

You nod your head and grab a hold of his hand. Luke pulls you off the ground and you wipe the dirt and mud off the back of your dress the best you could.

"Thank you, Luke," you mumble and he grins, nodding his head.

"Not a problem, love. Just doing my job more or less," he shrugs and you hum in response.

"What is your job? If you don't mind me asking," you question him and Luke sighs slightly before looking around. "Wha-"

"Hold onto me," he states and your eyes widen. You try to form a sentence when Luke takes a step towards you. "If you want to know my job, you'll grab a hold of me."

You swallow thickly and nod once, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. Luke raises his hand in the sky and your eyes move to it when a metal wire shoots out from the gauntlet that's on his hand. A scream leaves your lips as the two of you thrust into the air, Luke's hand gripping onto you tightly.

The two of you land onto the roof and you hold your hands out to balance yourself, eyes wide as you glance down. "What the…?" You mumble and look back over at Luke, looking over the clothes he was wearing.

The trench coat has blue accents in it and seems to split into two once it goes past his ass. Under the trench coat was a navy blue vest that was tucked into his high waisted pants with a collared shirt that was slightly unbuttoned. The gauntlet on his arm shines in the moonlight as it stops just below his elbow. Even looking at him you had no idea who he was.

"I'm… I'm an assassin," he informs you while motioning towards the clothes he was wearing. You stare at him with wide eyes for what feels like the millionth time before shaking your head.

"This is crazy," you whisper to yourself and run your fingers through your hair, "t-th-there's no way you're an assassin. That's not… that's not a thing."

Luke let's out a laugh and rests his hands on his hips. "It's real. I'm standing right in front of you. There are three other assassins that are living in a train in London," he tells you and you're in utter shock.

"Wow…" you whisper and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "So, uhm, you plan to get me down right?"

He grins widely and nods his head. "Of course. I'm not going to leave you stranded up here," he chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist again.

You grip onto his trench coat, watching him as he points his hand towards a five-foot bring wall. You try to keep in the scream, but it comes out anyway. A laugh leaves your lips afterward as the wind flows through your dark hair.

Your feet connect with the ground and you stumble a bit, grabbing a hold of him to keep my footing. "Okay, I gotta say… that's fun?" It comes out like a question and you chuckle.

Luke smiles down at you, admiring the look on your face. He found you to be really cute, the entire time you were holding onto him he couldn't stop inhaling the perfume you were wearing. You smell like flowers. He swallows thickly and places a hand on your forearm.

"Why were you out so late?" He asks in concern and the smile drops from your face.

"Uhm, my now ex-boyfriend was making love to someone else in our bed," you tell him with a frown and clear your throat. "So, I was walking towards the hotel."

The blonde nods his head, noticing your defeated look and he lands a hand on your arm. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. He definitely doesn't deserve you from what I can tell," he mumbles and you look up at him, your eyes meeting his blue ones.

"You don't know me, though," you whisper and Luke shrugs his shoulders, dropping his hand from your arm.

"I have a knack for reading people and I can tell that you're a good person. Can I… can I walk you to the hotel? Or, would you… would you want to stay at our hideout? It's very safe. He wouldn't be able to find you," he mentions with a tilt of his head and you stare up at him in shock.

This man you just met. Who kills people for a living. Invited you to stay at the train hideout with three other assassins. You would be safer there most likely. Jack was always the type to follow after an argument. You nod your head at his offering and Luke lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing a hold of your hand before heading towards an empty carriage.

"Hop in, m'lady," he smiles and opens the carriage door for you. You giggle and curtsy before climbing into the buggy.

You hide behind Luke a bit once you get onto the train, glad to see no one in sight. "Are you sure they're going to be okay with me being here?" You ask the blonde and he looks down at you.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I don't see a problem with you staying here," he mumbles and shrugs his shoulders. You stifle a laugh, gripping his arm as he leads you through the different train cars. "You can stay in the room I'm sleeping in. I'll sleep somewhere else."

"Luke," you reach out and grab him, stopping him from leaving the room. "I-Can you stay with me?"

The blonde stares down at you as you chew on your bottom lip, not wanting to be alone in a train with skilled killers. "Yeah, yeah," he whispers and lays a comforting hand on yours. "I'll be right here."

He sits down in a chair beside the bed after taking off his trench coat, setting it on the desk. You slide onto the bed and lie down, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as you try to calm your nerves. "Luke," you whisper out one last time and you hear him hum in response, "thank you for saving me tonight."

Luckily once you passed out you slept like an absolute baby. Nothing disturbed your sleep throughout the night. Not even the sound of the train constantly running. The time was nearing seven in the morning when you woke up, stretching your arms while sitting up in the bed.

"Hell," you whisper and swing your legs over the side before getting up. You glance over at the chair to see Luke's tall frame scrunched up, heavy breaths leaving his lips as he was still sound asleep.

You smile gently, noticing how cute he looks before grabbing your things and walking out of the train car. You quietly make your way through the train, seeing that you guys are almost near the train station in The Strand.

You stop dead in your tracks as you walk by a board with a bunch of pictures tacked to it along with strings connecting to each other. You furrow your brows together, taking everything in when a hand presses against your shoulder. A scream leaves your lips as you're roughly turned around, your back now pressed against the board.

"Who are you?" A deep voice rasps out and you can feel a cool blade press against your throat.

You look up at the man, seeing a scar in his eyebrow and his striking brown eyes. "I-I… my name's Y/N!"

Loud footsteps are heard and you glance towards the train car door to see Luke standing in the doorway. "Jacob! Stop!"

A gruff leaves his lips and presses the blade harder to my throat. "Why? She could be working for him?!" He states and looks over at the blonde.

Your body shakes in fear as Luke slowly walks towards the two of you, his hands out. "She doesn't. She didn't even know we existed!" Luke informs him and Jacob looks back at you, a skeptical look in his eyes before he pulls the blade away from your throat.

"What is she even doing here? If Evie finds out-"

"If Evie finds out what?" A woman's voice cuts him off and you twist your head to the left, seeing a woman your age standing in the room. "Who's this?" She asks while her eyes are set on you before moving back to the two men.

"This is Y/N. She had a bit of a dilemma last night and I offered for her to stay here so she was safe," Luke explains and Evie nods her head, stepping towards me.

"You alright?" She asks you and you swallow, nodding your head.

"Y-Yeah, yeah. Luke… saved my life last night from a-a blighter?" You question the name you've heard him call the men who dress in red and you glance towards the curly blonde to see him nod his head. "I was heading towards a hotel since my ex-boyfriend decided to, uhm, cheat on me with someone else in our home and the blighter came out of nowhere and tried to assault me."

Evie's eyes widen a bit and she rests her hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She asks and you nod your head.

"I heard her screaming and managed to kill him before he got too far," Luke pipes up and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the images from last night flashing through your mind.

"At least you were in the vicinity. God knows what would've happened after he was done," she comments and your heart drops in your chest, shivering at the thought of it.

The train comes to a stop and you move to glance out the window to see that you made it to The Strand train station. "I'm…" you trail off and look back at the rest of the assassin's, "I'm gonna get going. Thank you, Luke. For everything." You smile at him before moving to step off the train. You heading straight towards the stairs that lead to the street when Luke's voice yells to you.

"Y/N! Wait!" You stop your movements, glancing over your shoulder to see the blonde running up to you. "Do you… do you need help finding a new place or what's going to happen?"

Your heart flutters at his words, surprised that this gorgeous man cares about you after just meeting you last night. Or maybe that's just his job.

"I-I guess I didn't really think of that. I think I'm just going to gather up my belongings and head to that hotel. It should be safer in the daytime, yeah?" You ask him, fiddling with your fingers as his blue eyes stare into yours.

"It should be. I would go with you, but we've got stuff we need to do today," Luke mutters and you nod your head, smiling softly.

"That's fine, Luke. I'll see you around maybe?" You question with a tilt of your head, praying that he says he will.

A smile comes to his pink lips, nodding his head. "Yeah, absolutely. You'll definitely see me around Alex's place," he comments and you nod your head.

"Perfect."

You rush through the streets of the borough you live in, The Strand, running as fast as your heeled boots could take you. The train station was in sight and you're beginning to feel out of breath from running so far, so fast.

News about a shootout between the Rooks and Blighters roam the streets in almost every borough. What had you worry the most was when you heard someone mention that a man dressed in a trench coat got shot.

Luke immediately came to your mind and you dropped what you were doing to head to the train station, hoping that their train would be at the station. You were in luck to see their train just pulling in when you reached the top of the stairs. You quickly run towards the train, hopping onto it as soon as it stops.

"Y/N?" Evie's voice calls out and you look over at the woman, your chest heaving rapidly.

"Is it… is it Luke?" You ask in a whisper and she nods her head. Your heart drops into your and she motions her hand, silently telling you to follow her.

Your heart beats a million miles a minute as the two of you walk into the room Luke is resting in. You swallow thickly as your eyes lay on Luke who's barely conscious. Evie heads back out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. You fiddle with your fingers before moving a chair near the bed.

Luke's face is a bit pale and you watch as his chest slowly rises and falls. He squirms a bit before turning his head towards you. "Y/N…?" He trails off in a whisper, a groan leaving his lips as one of his hands move to his side.

You nod your head, scooting closer as you give him a sad smile. "I'm here, Luke, I'm here," you mumble and rest one of your hands on his arm, rubbing gently.

The blonde-haired assassin grabs a hold of your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. "W-What are… what are you…" Luke struggles as you watch his blue eyes roll back into his head, heavy breaths leaving his lips.

You squeeze his hand, tears dancing along your waterline as you swallow the lump in your throat. "The shootout has been roaming around the streets and ran here as fast as I could. Get some rest, Luke. I'll be here when you wake up," you inform him and lean forward to kiss his forehead.

Luke hums as you comb your fingers through his curly locks and leans into your touch. "'m glad you're here…" he mumbles before nodding off. You wipe the tears that are streaming down your cheeks while keeping a close eye on him, in case he gets any complications from the "surgery."

Footsteps were heard from behind you and you glance over your shoulder to see Jacob standing in the train car doorway. "So, you ran about twenty blocks to see if he was okay?" He asks and you blush a bit before nodding your head. "You must really care for him then."

"I do. A lot more than I ever thought I would," you mumble and look back at Luke, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

"He's lucky to have you. I'm actually glad he brought you here that night," Jacob compliments and you smile back at him, giggling softly. "It's nice to have you around. I know Evie likes not being the only woman, that's for sure."

It's been almost a month since Luke got shot by a Templar and you wish he would take it easy still, but he's a stubborn man. The two of you walk down the streets of Westminster and he keeps a constant lookout for Blighters or Templars roaming the streets. You can feel his arm brush against yours every so often and you can't help but blush each time he does.

You two walk past the gate, standing at the base of Big Ben and your gaze moves upwards. "Are you sure about this?" You ask Luke as he tucks you into his side. He glances down at you, a smile on his lips while his ocean blue eyes twinkle.

"Of course, why?" Luke questions and you gently place your hand over his healed wound. His eyes move to your hand and then back to your face. "Y/N, I'm fine. I promise."

You sigh and run your fingers over the spot, feeling his clothing against your fingertips. Luke's finger hooks under your jaw, lifting your head to look up at him.

"Hey," he whispers and you hum in response, your fingers gripping his vest. "I'm gonna be okay, alright? You don't have to worry about me."

"I don't have to, but I do. I care about you, Luke. More than you know…" you trail off and he smiles softly while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I know how you feel, love. I care about you so much," Luke whispers while wrapping his arm around you, large hand gripping hold of your waist.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you smile up at him. You could hear his zipline go off and your eyes widen. A smirk comes to his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, the two of you flinging into the air. You breathe heavily as you reach the top, Luke's hands gripping your hips as he helps you up.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look at the view London gives. "Wow," you whisper and spin in a circle, taking everything in.

"Seems like maintenance broke the gate and haven't fixed it yet," Luke mentions while eyeing the open section. His fingertips drag along your lower back, his blue eyes set on you. "Be careful, okay?"

"Yeah, I will," you mumble while taking a step towards the open gate. The wind blows your hair back and you shiver a bit at the cold breeze. "This is incredible, Luke."

He chuckles from behind you and you look over your shoulder, smiling softly as his eyes are set on you. "I knew you would like it," Luke grins and you nod your head in agreement, glancing back out at the city.

Part of the building crumbles and you're too late to notice. "L-Luke!" You shriek as your foot gets caught in the rubble, your body falling through the open gate. Luke lurches forward and manages to grab your hand before you fell 315 feet.

"I got you…" he trails off, his blue eyes wide and he pulls you up. You collapse on top of him, gripping his trench coat tightly as your heart pounds in your chest. The two of you breathe heavily as your eyes meet, your faces inches from one another's. "I got you."

You close your eyes, letting out a sigh before resting your forehead against his. Luke brings a hand to your face, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. Your eyes flutter open, your breath hitching in your throat as you can see the adoration in his blue eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He whispers and you blush, attempting to hide your face in his chest when Luke stops you from doing so.

You're almost panting as the blonde keeps you from hiding, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. The distance between your faces diminishes and your eyes flutter shut as his lips press against yours. One of your hands leaves his trench coat and combs through his hair, moving your lips against his.

Luke's hands move to your waist and grips slightly. Your heart pounds in your chest as you pull away, looking down at him. A smile comes to his lips and you slowly get off of him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

The blonde sits up, his blue eyes looking over you for any cuts or injuries. "You okay?" He asks quietly and you chuckle, nodding your head.

"Yeah, yeah… guess I should've been more careful," you mumble and Luke laughs, getting onto his feet.

He holds out a hand and you grab onto it, Luke pulling you onto your feet as well. "I'd say I told you so, but I'll let it slide this time," he smiles softly and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Thank you," you mumble, resting your head on his chest. Luke kisses your head, his large hands resting on your back.

"It's no problem, Y/N/N. Can't have you dying on me. I like having you around," he tells you and you pick your head up, looking up at him. You melt at the dimpled smile on his face and he takes one of his hands to move some of your hair from your face.

You smile softly and fiddle with his trench coat. "I like being around you as well, Luke," you grin, and the blonde wraps his arms around you again, holding you against his chest.

"C'mon, let's get going," Luke mentions and you nod your head against his chest before pulling away from him.

"Why do I have to go to this ball?" You ask Evie as she fastens the buttons on the back of your dress.

"Because we feel that we'll need an extra pair of eyes," she states before pulling her hands away from you. You look at her through the mirror, running your hands down the Bordeaux-colored dress. "Plus, Luke's been training you right? So if we're in trouble we're going to need your help."

You nod your head at your words as you feel a bit nervous about actually having to fight someone who would kill you. A knock on your bedroom door snaps you from your thoughts, glancing towards the wooden object to see Luke standing in the doorway.

Your breath hitches in his throat as you take a good look at him. He wore a striking white waistcoat with a burgundy-colored undershirt, black slacks along with the same colored pumps, finishing it off with a black tailcoat. You can feel your hands becoming sweaty as Evie leaves the room, giving you a wink on her way out.

Luke's blue eyes dance over your outfit, really taking in how breathtaking you look. The dark color really complimented your skin tone. "You look stunning," he breathes out and takes a step towards you.

You fiddle with your hair and tuck some of the strays behind your ear. "You really think so? I've never… I've never been in such a fancy dress before," you chuckle softly and Luke smiles down at you.

"You definitely should more often. I'll have to get you some-"

"Luke! No, no. You're not going to get me anything. When I can afford it, I'll buy some," you cut him off and res one of your hands on his forearms. "At least, for now, I own this."

He nods his head, giving you a small smile as his hands gently grip your arms as well. "Okay, okay. So, I have something for you to keep hidden," Luke informs you and releases your arms. You do the same, watching him diligently as he pulls out a medium-sized dagger. "I want you to, uhm, slip this in your garter."

You laugh softly as you listened to him choke out that sentence. Luke clears his throat as his cheeks turn pink. "Why are you so flustered, Lukey?" You grin teasingly while taking the dagger from him before hiking up the skirt of your dress.

His blue eyes go wide, finding it hard to look away as you fasten the knife in your garter, positioning it in a way where it won't cut you. "Fucking hell…" Luke trails off and looks away from you.

You fix the skirt before glancing back towards Luke, seeing him scratching the back of his head. "How were you so confident kissing me on Big Ben but can't look at me now?" You ask with a tilt of your head.

"I-Because it's not right? I was just taught to treat a lady with respect," he mumbles while fiddling with his fingers. "Don't get me wrong i-it's nice to see you're so comfortable with me. I just… I'm just not used to this I guess?"

You're in awe as you look at Luke, watching him continue to fiddle with his fingers. "That's the sweetest thing someone's ever said to me," you whisper and Luke raises an eyebrow and mutters "really". You nod your head, grinning ear to ear as you take a step towards him.

Luke reaches for your hand, his blue eyes cast down to look at it before lifting it up, pressing his lips to the back of it. "I never would've thought I'd find love while being here," he confesses and the butterflies in your stomach begin to soar.

"I'd never thought I'd find love after what happened with Jack," you tell him and Luke hums, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. "Especially with an assassin."

Luke let's out a laugh and shakes his head, dropping your hand. "You're on your way of becoming one as well, sweetheart," he grins and you giggle, shrugging your shoulders.

"Are you guys done?" Jacob yells from the other room and both you and Luke glance towards the open bedroom door. "We're going to be late if you two keep jabbing on."

You bite your lip, glancing back at Luke as he lets out a sigh. "C'mon, we can "flirt" in the carriage," you giggle and grab his hand, beginning to lead him out of the room when he stops you.

Luke spins you around before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widen, one of your hands gripping his forearm. It only takes a couple of seconds for your eyes to flutter shut, proceeding to kiss him back. The blonde's hands rest on your waist, feeling him squeeze slightly through the dress.

"If anything happens. Come to me. I really don't want to put you in any danger," he whispers against your lips and you feel his forehead resting on yours. "Promise me you'll come to me if something happens."

You nod your head, a deep sigh coming from your nose as you inhale his scent. "I promise, Luke."

You and Luke walk into the courtyard together, the twins walking in front of the two of you as your nerves are rocketing through the roof. A hand slips itself into yours and you glance up at the blonde, his blue eyes already looking down at you.

"It's gonna be okay, alright?" He whispers and you nod your head, letting out a breath. “Do you want me to get you a drink?”

You shake your head, dropping your hand from him before placing it on his chest. “No, no. It’s fine, Luke. You’ve got stuff to do,” you reassure him and he nods his head.

“Don’t forget,” Luke starts and grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips. “If you need me, find me. I don’t care if I’m in the middle of something. Find me.”

You giggle, smiling up at the blonde as you mutter an alright before leaning on your toes to press a short kiss to his lips. Luke’s hands rest on the sides of your arms, his thumbs stroking the skin gently. The smile on your lips widens when you pull away from him, seeing his lips pursed still.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he whispers and you let out a chuckle, fiddling with his tailcoat.

“Go help save the country, handsome,” you tell him and he nods his head, leaning down to press one more kiss to your lips before walking away from you. You sigh happily and bring your fingers up to your lips, the feeling of his lingering.

You watch the people dance from the terrace railing, tapping your foot to the beat of the music that's being played. You smile softly, watching the couple's dance close to one another. It would be so nice to dance. I don't really know how to dance though.

"Would you like to dance, m'lady?" Luke's Australian voice asks from behind you and you glance over your shoulder, eyes wide.

"Luke," you giggle and he takes your hand in his, "I thought you were supposed to be doing something?"

He smiles softly and you set your drink onto the table as the blonde leads you towards the other people dancing. "Jacob's taking care of it. I'm just here in case something goes wrong, as are you," Luke states while placing a hand to your waist.

You smile softly as the two of you dance to music. The two of you stare at each other in admiration, your fingers intertwining with his as the other rests on his shoulder. "I never would've thought I'd be here right now. With you," you whisper and Luke chuckles softly, nodding his head.

"Yeah, I agree. I mean I probably would've ended up here since it's my job, but I never thought I'd be dancing with the girl I fancy," he states and your heart flutters, still in awe after hearing it a second time. "On a more serious note… you think you'd want to train to become an assassin after all of this?"

You look up at him with wide eyes, halting your movements and he stumbles a bit. His blonde curls bounce a bit as he regains his footing. "Are… are you serious?" You ask and Luke grins ear to ear, nodding his head.

"Absolutely, sweetheart."

"Holy shit…" you trail off and Luke chuckles, tucking some hair behind his ear. "I- Yeah, that would be awesome!"

He smiles softly before dipping down, pressing his pink lips against yours. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss, your fingers going into his hair when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You pull away from Luke, glancing to your left and your breath hitches in your throat at the man who's staring at the two of you from afar.

W-What is he doing here? And why's he wearing Templar gear?

Luke notices something in the corner of his eye and glances up at the building, seeing Jacob on the roof as the other assassin raises his hand. He nods his head before looking back down at you. "Sweetheart," he starts but stops as he detects the fear on your face. "What's wrong?"

"Jack's here," you whisper, tearing your eyes away from your ex to look up at Luke.

"What?! Where?" He asks while looking around. You grab his chin, turning his face in the direction your ex is standing as he chats with another Templar.

"There."

He curses softly, his large hands running up your arms. "Okay, I need to go help Jacob, uhm," Luke pauses and turns his attention to you, "stay out of sight from him. Do anything you can to not let him near you."

You nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. Luke caresses your cheek before kissing it softly. "Be safe," you mumble as he begins to walk away. He smiles softly, nodding his head as his heart pounds in his chest as he looks you over.

"I will. Same goes to you."

The last thing you expected was to find your ex-boyfriend at the ball, walking around proudly in his Templar uniform. You did your best to stay away from him, but you started to worry about Luke, Jacob, and Evie when they haven't come back yet and it's been over an hour and a half since they left.

You chew on your nails when looking out towards the trees and begin to panic when you feel Jack's eyes on you. You quickly take a glance his way to see him and another Templar eyeing you while your ex points in your direction. You start to walk away from them and head out towards the ruins, keeping a lookout through the corner of your eye. When the two men began to follow is when you went into full-blown panic, walking a bit faster towards where Luke is.

You hike your dress up a bit, closing the distance between you and the ruins. You glance back once more to just see Jack following you still and when a smirk forms on his lip is when you decide to break out into a sprint.

You were running through the grounds of the Palace, breathing heavily as you continue to hear his heavy footsteps running behind you. "C'mon, Y/N, stop running from me," he calls out from behind you and your heart pounds in your chest. You trip over a rock, catching yourself before you fall over.

You can see Luke standing about 100 yards in front of you, fighting a few Templars that are guarding the opening to the ruins. A grunt leaves your lips as Jack tackles you to the ground. You end up flipping over, trying to kick him off of you when he lands a punch to your ribs. A yelp leaves your lips, pressing your hands to his chest before kicking his kidney.

"Get off of me!" You yell and kick him in the kidney once more. You flip onto your stomach and your eyes meet Luke's for a second when a sharp pain travels up your back.

A scream leaves your lips as you feel Jack pull the knife from your back before flipping you over. Luke lets out a gasp as he watches the Templar straddle your chest. "Y/N!" The blonde yells and assassinates both of the men beside him.

"It's such a shame that you have to die," Jack tsks as you did everything you could to get him off of you. The knife he's holding almost pierces through your chest when Jack was tackled off of you.

You gasp and since as you lean on your left hand, watching Luke shove his blade into your ex-boyfriend's chest. A surge of pain shoots up your back and a shriek leaves you lips, falling back onto the grass. "L-Luke!" You call out and the blonde glances over his shoulder, seeing you arch your back off the ground and your chest heaving.

Luke rushes over to you and lifts you off the ground. "C'mon," he starts and wraps an arm around your waist. You let out a grunt, gripping onto his trench coat as the two of you trudge towards the main gate. "We need to get you to Miss Nightingale."

"B-But the shroud…" you trail off, feeling yourself getting weaker as Luke hushes you. You almost trip as you get closer to the exit, a cry leaving your lips.

"Jacob and Evie will take care of it. I'm not losing you," the blonde assassin states before stopping, lifting you completely in his arms as he carries you bridal style towards an empty carriage.

You smile as you watch your little girl run around the living room of Luke’s home. The blonde curls on her head bouncing as giggles. Evelyn picks up one of her toys, shaking it in her tiny hands before tumbling back towards you. “Hi, baby girl,” you grin and pick her up from her spot. “Wanna go find daddy?”

She lets out a squeal, clapping her hands together as the two of you head further into the house. You walk into the kitchen to see your husband cooking lunch, the smell of the beef he’s sauteing starts to make you hungry. “Hi, loves,” Luke greets and peers over his shoulder. You smile at him, walking up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Luke bends down to kiss your lips before moving his attention to his daughter. “Hi, Eve!”

Evelyn smiles at the blonde, reaching out to him and Luke pulls away from the stove as you hand her to him. You continue making the beef patties that are in the pan while Luke places a kiss all over Evelyn’s face, her squeals echoing off the walls of the kitchen. You pull the pan off the burner when they were done, setting the two and a half patties onto a plate. “Luke, can you get the highchair for her?” You ask and he nods his head, walking into the other room with her in his arms.

You cut up the half patty, making it small enough for Eve to eat when a knock on the front door reaches your ears. “Sweetheart, can you get that?” Luke calls out.

“Yeah!” You answer and place the fork and knife down before walking towards the door. You open the door to see three men standing on the porch, all dressed up in Assassin gear. They look at you confused as you give them a smile. “Luke! I think it’s for you.”

Your blonde husband talks nonsense to your daughter while walking towards you. “Who is-” Luke starts but cuts himself off as his blue eyes catch sight of his three friends. “Guys, hey! What are you doing here?”

The brunette scratches his neck and chuckles, “well, we heard you were back in town and decided to stop by. You know… since it’s been a decade since we’ve seen you,” he explains and the smile on his lips falls.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I meant to send letters but the job in London took up a lot of my time and then I was training her afterward,” Luke mumbles and glances down at you. “Uh, Y/N, these are my fellow assassin friends, Calum, Michael, and Ashton. Guys, this is my wife Y/N and our child, Evelyn.”

You give the three men a small wave and they do the same. “Do you guys wanna come in? We just made lunch and if you’re hungry I can cook up a few more,” you smile, and the other blonde grins.

“I don’t know about Ashton or Cal, but I could eat,” Michael states and walks into the house. You let out a chuckle as he and Luke head back into the kitchen. You motion for the other two to come in and you close the door after they come inside.

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys. Luke talked about you all a lot,” you smile and Calum smiles down at you.

“Of course he did. I only wish we knew about you,” he states while the three of you head into the kitchen to see Luke already cooking the other patties as Evelyn sits in her highchair.

“Well, there’s no time like the present,” you grin and sit in the chair beside your little girl, your heart fluttering at the scene in front of you. You never thought this was the future you were going to bestow and you were not complaining. I love my little family.

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