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Black Lace Up Brogue For Men – Ethical Fashion Redefined + 21 Essential Facts

📝 Introduction

Welcome to the future of men's fashion—where style meets sustainability. The black lace up brogue for men has long been a symbol of timeless elegance, but today, that symbol has evolved. At Bold Bunny, we're redefining men’s footwear with a fresh, ethical perspective that’s cruelty-free, sustainable, and bold in every sense.

If you’re seeking a brogue that doesn’t just look good but feels good—on your feet and your conscience—this guide is for you. Discover how we blend classic design with modern values to deliver standout shoes made for everyday confidence.

1. Origins of the Brogue Shoe

Brogues were originally designed for practicality in the wetlands of Scotland and Ireland, with perforations meant to let water drain. Over time, their intricate style was embraced by royalty and businessmen alike.

At Bold Bunny, we honour this rich heritage by reimagining brogues with sustainable materials and a sleek, modern silhouette that carries forward the legacy—without the leather.

2. What Makes a Brogue Unique

The brogue’s signature features include:

Decorative perforations and serrated edges

Wingtip toe cap or semi/quarter styles

Structured yet sophisticated design

This combination gives brogues a balanced blend of formality and flair, making them the ultimate all-rounder.

3. Why Go Black?

A black brogue is a wardrobe essential. It’s timeless, adaptable, and ideal for:

Business meetings

Evening events

Casual Fridays with a twist

Black creates contrast, adds sharpness, and matches effortlessly with both denim and tailored trousers. At Bold Bunny, our black vegan brogues offer all this—with an extra dose of kindness.

4. Lace-Up Comfort Advantage

Here’s why lace-up brogues are a customer favourite:

Adjustability: Tighten or loosen based on foot shape

Support: Snug fit keeps your step steady

Structure: Gives off a classic, refined look

Whether you're heading to a formal event or an after-hours gathering, lace-ups always strike the right note.

5. Enter: Vegan Leather

Our brogues are made using premium vegan microfiber uppers—materials that replicate the look and feel of genuine leather without harm. They’re:

Animal-free

Durable and flexible

Crafted for style and ethics

Bold Bunny proudly champions innovative materials that make no compromise on aesthetics or comfort.

6. Designed for Comfort

Shoes shouldn’t just look great—they should feel even better.

Each pair of Bold Bunny brogues features:

Flexible rubber soles for natural movement

Breathable lining to prevent discomfort

Cushioned insoles for all-day wear

Say goodbye to sore feet and hello to everyday luxury.

7. Ethical Manufacturing Matters

Our mission is rooted in values. Every Bold Bunny shoe is created with:

Cruelty-free materials

Eco-conscious processes

Responsible sourcing and skilled craftsmanship

We’re here to show that fashion doesn’t have to come at the cost of the planet or animals.

8. Explore the Bold Bunny Range

Our collection goes beyond brogues. Check out:StylePerfect ForBootsWinter-ready and sleekDerbyBusiness casual redefinedFormalOffice days and weddingsParty WearWeekend fun in bold style

No matter your mood, we have a shoe to match your mindset.

9. Styling Bold Bunny Brogues

Need help pairing your brogues? Try this:

For Office Wear: Black trousers + fitted blazer

For a Night Out: Slim-fit jeans + printed shirt

For Casual Days: Chinos + polo

These brogues are versatile enough to go from boardroom to bar without missing a step.

10. Maintaining Vegan Footwear

Keep your brogues looking brand new:

Wipe down with a damp cloth after wear

Use a vegan-friendly polish if needed

Store upright with a shoe tree or paper stuffing

Avoid soaking in water—spot clean only

With care, your pair will stay bold and beautiful for years.

11. Sustainability in Fashion

Sustainability is no longer a trend—it's a necessity. At Bold Bunny, we believe fashion should reflect your values. Our mission is to create shoes that do not harm animals or the environment, proving that ethical fashion can be stylish, durable, and affordable.

Here’s how we stay eco-conscious:

Low-impact production methods

Recyclable packaging

Non-toxic materials

Factory-based vegan leathers

Each Bold Bunny shoe is a small step toward a greener, kinder world.

12. Brogues That Work All Day

Comfort isn’t a luxury—it’s a requirement. That’s why we’ve engineered our brogues for long-lasting wear.

Whether you're commuting, attending meetings, or dancing the night away, our shoes offer:

Shock-absorbing soles

Arch support

Breathable inner lining

All-day performance without fatigue

You shouldn’t have to choose between comfort and aesthetics—at Bold Bunny, you get both.

13. Fit and Size Guidance

Worried about the right fit? We’ve made it easy.

✔️ Detailed size charts on each product page ✔️ Wide range of sizes to suit different foot types ✔️ True-to-size fit—no more guesswork

If you're ever unsure, just reach out. Our support team is ready to guide you to the perfect pair.

14. Breaking Them In

Unlike traditional leather shoes, Bold Bunny’s vegan brogues are soft and flexible from day one. However, every new shoe might need a short adjustment period.

Tips to break in your new pair:

Wear them indoors for 1-2 hours a day

Use thick socks for added comfort during early wears

Apply a soft shoe stretcher (if needed)

Most of our customers report zero break-in time thanks to our microfiber lining and adaptable soles.

15. Where to Buy & Why Online

Looking to add a pair of black lace up brogues to your wardrobe? Shopping with Bold Bunny is easy and secure.

✅ Visit our website: www.boldbunny.in ✅ Free shipping on select orders ✅ Secure checkout and multiple payment options ✅ Responsive support for queries or returns

From click to doorstep, we make sure your experience is as smooth as your new shoes.

🙋 Frequently Asked Questions

1. What sizes do Bold Bunny shoes come in?

We offer a wide size range for men (and unisex options). Check our detailed size chart on every product page to find your best fit.

2. Are Bold Bunny brogues waterproof?

They are water-resistant but not fully waterproof. We recommend avoiding heavy rain or puddles to keep them in top shape.

3. How long does delivery take?

Typically, orders are delivered within 3–7 business days across India. Tracking details are sent once your order is shipped.

4. How do I clean my brogues?

Wipe with a damp cloth and mild soap if needed. Avoid harsh chemicals. Store in a cool, dry place to maintain quality.

5. What materials are used in Bold Bunny shoes?

We use high-quality vegan microfibers, crafted to mimic real leather’s texture and durability—without animal cruelty.

6. Can I return or exchange my order?

Yes! We have a 7-day return/exchange policy if the shoes are unused and in original packaging. Contact our support team for help.

🎯 Conclusion: Why Bold Bunny Brogues Are the Ethical Choice

The black lace up brogue for men has been reborn—thanks to Bold Bunny. We’ve taken a timeless design and infused it with 21st-century ethics, comfort, and style. Whether you're suiting up or dressing down, our cruelty-free brogues offer everything modern men need:

Timeless sophistication

All-day comfort

Ethical craftsmanship

Sustainable materials

Join the movement. Walk with purpose. Choose Bold Bunny and take a bold step toward a better future—without compromising on style.

🔗 Explore our collection now: www.boldbunny.in

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Tan Suit

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Exploring the Different Types of Men's Leather Shoes

Leather shoes have been a staple in men's fashion for centuries, and with good reason. Not only are they durable and long-lasting, but they also add a touch of elegance and sophistication to any outfit. However, with so many different types of mens leather shoes available, it can be difficult to know which style to choose. In this blog post, we'll take a closer look at some of the most popular types of men's leather shoes.

[pforestsims]

New suit for TS2 based on a model from Detective Pikachu Returns, combined with Wingtip shoes.

Brad M. Suit for AM

16 recolors, EM enabled

Download: SFS | BOX Polycount: 7383, has "fat" morph

Recolors make use of envcube mask, if you don't have Sim Standard Material shader edit by @crispsandkerosene in your game, shoes will look a bit different.

Also check out: age conversion to TM / EM by DeeDee

More pics under the cut:

*This is for The Sims 2

I've shared my Splatoon 2 Wingtips (brogues) conversion as creator resource HERE (SFS) or HERE (BOX) - archive contains shoes (1742 poly) plus naked AM bottom with morphs, bumpmaps and new textures.

I've struggled a bit with adjusting this suit for TS2 body, not super happy with the legs part but it's acceptable. Original shoes are not bad but not formal enough so I decided to ditch those (might do them as separate shoe resource) .

I've included TXMT settings for the shoes (matt / shiny) - white, brown and black texture included with the mesh, so you can easily change shoe colors in SimPe. Also, shine can be switched off by setting 'reflection' mode to 'none'.

Blue stripey suit is original texture with edited tie color.

Three recolors with jeans are categorized as Everyday, other recolors are Everyday & Formal.

[sturnsdarling]

teenage dirtbags, part one

a small collection of the times skater!matt and overachiever!reader realised they'd never be friends.

vibe check: flashbacks to childhood and high school, general loathing

1.2k words

A/N: i had this idea and couldn't get it out my head...i was trying to think of ways to establish the bad vibes and this was my best option.

introduction, part two , part three

love and cigs, merc

the first day of middle school

It was just gone 8, and you were walking down the beige path towards your new school, books tucked in your arms, hair tucked behind your ears and your cream sweater tucked into your pleated plaid skirt. You looked perfect, as always, and had spent hours making sure of it. This was a new beginning for you, the start of your real academic career (you were a very intense kid) , and you were taking it very seriously, despite being only eleven years old.

Your brogues splashed in the little puddles that had formed on the concrete, the shiny leather being undisturbed by the water as it rolled off its surface. From behind you, the sound of skateboard wheels rolled against the beige floor, broken up by periodical slaps of a van shoe against the ground.

The sound got closer, and you thought nothing of it, along with thinking nothing of the giant puddle that you were absentmindedly walking closer and closer to. A boy with messy brown hair, an ACDC t-shirt on over a white long sleeve and work trousers he definitely took from his dad was fast approaching behind you, headphones in and not a care in the world.

You approached the puddle at the same time, and just as you did, the boy sped through it, splashing dirty brown puddle water all over you, and partially himself.

you screamed in shock, it was everywhere, and you were filthy.

"oh, crap, I'm so sorry" Matt said as he halted his speed, the sound of your scream pulling him from his daze as he jumped off his board and ran back towards you.

"what is wrong with you" you screamed, looking down at your now filthy outfit.

"it was an accident, I didn't me-" Matt began to speak, brows furrowed like a sad puppy.

"get away from me" you spat, shooing him away as he attempted to pat out the brown stains with the sleeve of his top.

Matts face screwed up in annoyance, he placed his board back on the floor, and was gone in a flash.

8th grade History class

"The French and American revolutions were one and the same, they ran parallel to each other and were reflections of the worlds desperation to be free from British rule" Matt said, answering the teachers question.

your brows furrowed in disagreement, "thats not right" everyone in the class turned from Matt, to you.

"and why's that, y/n" Your teacher spoke up.

"because the french revolution started in 1789, ours happened over a decade earlier, so they couldn't have been parallel" You said, your teacher grinning at you "and the french revolution wasn't about the British, it was about peasant revolt, and the abolishment of the French monarchy" your cadence was thick with pride.

Everyone in the class turned to the teacher, waiting for them to confirm who was wrong and who was right.

"very good, y/n" She nodded, continuing with her slides on world revolutions.

Matt was glaring at you over his shoulder, face riddled with irritation, you simply smiled, raising your brows for a split second before looking away. Matt rolled his eyes, and turned his attentions back to the board.

Lunch, Sophomore year of high school

You were sat just behind the resident table of skaters, not your first choice but it was the only table left where you could sit alone and read without having to sit next to anyone.

They were being idiots, as usual, throwing stuff at each other and making awful jokes. One said something about how they wish food fights were still a thing, and another agreed, picking up their mash potato and humming it at Matts head. The whole able erupted into laughter, Matt included.

He took a hand full of his spaghetti, and pulled his arm back in preparation to throw it at his friend. Just as Matt let go of the wet, red noodles, his friend ducked out the way, and Matts handful of food was launched directly at you.

It splatted on your face, covering your clothes and book in red bolognese sauce. The whole cafeteria gasped, laughs erupting from every corner as Matts face was riddled with a shocked smile, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

"Matt!" You screamed, taking your fingers and raking them down your face, pulling the pasta off.

Matt chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender, "sorry, y/l/n, my bad"

You clenched your jaw, slamming your book shut, squishing the spaghetti and got to your feet.

"you are the most insufferable, idiotic, stupid, worthless boy, I have ever known" you borderline screamed, picking up your bags and storming out the cafeteria.

All his friends turned back to face him with looks of 'oh shit' spread across their faces, all holding back laughs.

Matt smiled through the sting of your words, trying to play it cool and act like he didn't want to run after you and apologise. Who cares, he hated you anyway.

In the hall, Freshman year of college

Matt was leant up against the wall, talking to a girl he barely knew about skateboarding, or something else that you really didn't care about. He was obviously flirting with her, and she was relishing in it, peppering his arm with touches and twirling her hair round her delicate fingers.

You and Matt had somehow ended up in the same college, and you despised him for it. He never even had to try, he was effortlessly good at things, being handed your dream life on a silver platter with a smug smile and a nonchalant attitude. From a distance, your distaste for the sight ahead of you would look like jealousy, it obviously wasn't, it was pure hatred, and despite your better judgement, you found yourself walking over to them.

"what're you doin' here, y/l/n" Matt said, annoyed at the sight of you.

You ignored him, placing your arm round the girls shoulder and talking directly to her.

"I wouldn't waste your time, girl, I heard he gave half the volleyball team chlamydia" You said, the lie rolling off your tongue effortlessly as you tried to hold back your smile.

The girl scoffed in disgust, looking Matt up and down as she walked away. Matt tried to defend himself, shouting out that you were lying and that he swore it wasn't true. His efforts failed and he turned to you with a clenched jaw.

You couldn't help but smile, your tongue pressed to your teeth as he glared at you.

"what the fuck is your problem" matt spat

you shrugged, "I was bored"

Matt scoffed, "you were bored, so you told the only girl who's shown interest in me in months that I have chlamydia?"

You giggled, and with another shrug, you walked away.

Matts whole face tensed, and he stuck both his middle fingers up at the back of your head. You turned back, knowing exactly what he was like and returned the favour, flashing your perfectly manicured middle finger at him with a smug smile.

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Dress Shoes

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John Price finds himself in a fight and his dress shoes pay the price.

Warnings: sexual themes, violence, swearing, alcohol, dirty talk, not edited.

Authors note: Had a lot of fun with this one!

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“Lookin’ snazzy.” Your honey suckle voice drifted through your bedroom.

John was standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom checking over the outfit you forced him to wear. Well, forced was a strong word, normally he would have picked out something more traditional to wear. He was dressed in charcoal slacks and a matching tweed jacket with a white button up underneath. You had unbuttoned the top button of the dress shirt making it look a tad bit casual yet one of the classiest outfits John had ever been in. You told him to only unbutton his jacket when he was sitting or it was nearing the end of the night.

The ensemble was tailored to fit him perfectly and he wondered how you managed that. You had pulled out the cuff links from your wedding day with his initials engraved on them. The silver matched his Rolex divers watch and wedding ring. John thought all was well with this outfit except for one thing; the dress shoes.

“The shoes are uncomfortable.” John stomped in them a bit to try and get his foot to somehow slip in a little further.

The black longwing brogues that you had bought him without his input were extremely uncomfortable. They came up low on the back of John’s heel making them feel like they might slip off if he needed to run. They were also much more narrow and stiff than John liked.

“What’s wrong with my loafers?” John practically growled the words out as he continued to stomp and jam his foot as far as he could into the shoe.

“Careful, those shoes were expensive.” You called from the bathroom where you were just finishing up getting ready. John only grunted and continued to mess with the shoes to try and make them feel more comfortable. The entire time he muttered about how his loafers would look fine instead of these.

“One, your loafers are brown, which would clash with what you’re wearing. Two, they’re old and look it. C’mon these tie the whole outfit together.” You stepped into the view of the full length mirror distracting John from how uncomfortable his feet were.

His eyebrows shot up as he saw what you had decided to wear. You were dressed in a form fitting deep burgundy dress that came down to your knees, it had a square sweetheart neckline and long sleeves. The velvet fabric looked amazing with your small gold hoops, dainty gold chain with a single diamond pendant, and velvet ankle strapped heels with a little gold clasp. Your hair was pulled back in a braided bun with wispy curls framing your face. Somehow you had found the exact shade of your dress in the lipstick color you wore and had longer eyelashes than John was use to seeing you with.

“Wow.” Breathing out the word John felt hot under the collar instantly. He normally had trouble keeping his hands off you but tonight it would near impossible.

“Good?” The question and tone was indicative that you knew John’s answer already. Slowly you spun around to show off the full look.

Without thinking when John saw the fabric pulled tight over your bottom he was landing a loud smack. You yelped as John watched the flesh of your ass jiggle and quickly grabbed a handful before you got away.

“John!” You snapped. He had smacked your ass way harder than you liked and then worsened the sting by grabbing the flesh roughly.

“Your ass can’t look like that and not be smacked!” John retorted playfully.

You were facing him and backing away but he was closing the distance ready to toss you on the bed. His large hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you flush against his rugged body. John was leaning in to kiss you but you turned your face so he wouldn’t mess up your makeup. His scratchy beard ghosted against the shell of your ear and his breath was hot as he spoke.

“I’m going to have you cumming on my tongue as soon as we’re home.” His gravely tone had a chill running up your spine. His hands moved from your hips, one moving up and grabbing your breast roughly while the other did the same to your bottom.

The idea was intoxicating and part of you wanted that in this exact moment. Pushing your hands against John’s chest you watched as his eyes devoured you. There was a hunger that was undeniable. You liked to think this was because of the way you were dressed, and it partly was, but John looked at you this way often. With nothing but pure desire no matter how long you’d been together or what you wore.

“You mess up my makeup or hair and I’ll never put out again.” Your words were just above a whisper as John gave you a wolfish grin.

“Empty threat.” Chasing after your lips John tried to kiss you. You pulled away not wanting to smear your lipstick just yet, that could happen later.

“Try me Jonathan!” You challenged, eyes narrowed and squaring up to your very tall husband. It was all playful and breathy. Both of you wanted the other but you had more important things to do than get railed by your burly husband.

The use of his full name had John backing off. The fact you had taken so long to get ready and even got your hair done was out of the ordinary. That was enough for John to stop playing around, he knew how important tonight was to you. This flirtation could wait for later, no matter how good he thought your ass looked in that dress.

Tonight was a huge event for the institute you worked at. All the different departments were included meaning it would be so much more than your small cluster of archeologists. Your boss and a few other colleagues were being presented with awards and it was a great opportunity for you to mingle. Hopefully you would be able to make a few new connections and be included in some new findings.

The event was being held at a fancy hotels ballroom with dinner and drinks provided. It wasn’t required to bring a plus one but you thought having John on your arm would be helpful. He could be charming when he wanted to be and being a Captain in the military was a great talking point. You were hoping he may open up a few opportunities for you to spring board off of.

“Put your belt on and let’s get going.” You spoke sternly and John could see you meant buisness.

He watched as you strutted out of the room, his eyes focused on how good your ass looked in that dress. John let out a wolf whistle which got him a big middle finger as you went downstairs. Your snark had him belly laughing because he knew you didn’t mean it.

While waiting downstairs you had slipped on your black knee length double breasted pea coat. Your four year old son was dressed in his white pajamas with trucks on them and watching Finding Nemo. He was sprawled out on the couch with his tummy out and rubbing it in circles while his other hand dug through a bowl of pretzels.

Your dad stood in the living room also watching the movie and rocking lightly back and forth with your newly two year old daughter in his arms. Evelyn was teary eyed and sucking on her purple pacifier and clutching her stuffed octopus to her chest. That octopus was originally a dog toy but Evelyn had adopted it as her lovey much to your dog Mollys dismay.

“Jj be good for grandpa.” Your words had the little boy bouncing up from his spot and running around the couch to you.

“Byeeee, love you mummy.” Jj ran into you and wrapped his arms around your legs.

Looking up at you with his cute crumb covered chubby face you could see so much of your husband in him. The pictures of John at this age held side by side with Jj you could hardly tell the difference. There were little hints of you, like your smile and the guilty look he would get when in trouble. He may look almost exactly like John but he had your mannerisms and was bubbly like you.

“I love you little man.” Bending down you kissed the top of his head. Jj’s big blue eyes spoke to you as he expected something else. Kissing him on the forehead then both cheeks had him smiling widely and he squeezed you one more time before letting go.

“Bye daddy!” Following your son’s eyes you both watched as John jogged down the stairs looking dapper as ever. His muscular frame filled out his tweed jacket well and the slacks he wore didn’t hide his toned and muscular thighs.

“Bye Jj. Be good for y-“ The words were cut off as John slipped on the last stair and almost fell flat on his back. Luckily he was able to catch himself on the bannister and railing attached to the wall.

“Are you okay!?” Your heels shuffled against the hardwood floors as you grabbed John’s hand and helped him stand straight up.

Your dad was loudly laughing at seeing John almost fall. It was a rare sight that John ever faltered and your dad loved to tease so you knew this would truly tickle him.

“No, these bloody shoes are gonna get me killed. How am I suppose to run in them!” John’s voices raised more from the fact he was embarrassed to slip in front of his family and have your dad laughing at him.

“Why would you need to run?” Your dad asked from the living room. You were thinking the same thing.

“An emergency.” John grumbled to himself.

You and your father exchanged a look both silently communicating that John was being ridiculous. Jj quietly stood there as John pulled his black pea coat on and stared up at his father. With a tiny hand a light tug of his coat caught John’s attention. Blue eyes met blue eyes one curious while the other welled up with tears.

“What’s the matter?” Johns entire demeanor changed seeing his four year old with big crocodile tears and bottom lip wobbling.

“You shouldn’t wear those shoes daddy!” Jj wailed and broke down into sobs. He threw his head back and his left hand clutched the center of his pajama shirt, his the other tugged hard on John’s coat.

“Jj what’s wrong?” You were quickly stepping forward as John squatted down and hugged his crying son. Running your fingers through the little boys thick brown hair John rubbed his back, both of you trying to calm him.

“Daddy said the shoes are gonna kill him! I don’t want the shoes to hurt my daddy!” Jj was loudly sobbing as he now clung to John. Both you and John shared a little smile at how endearing Jj was. He was gripping John tightly unwilling to let go.

“Oh sweetie, your daddy didn’t mean that. He was being silly.” It was a poor excuse for a four year old who was sobbing because he didn’t want his daddy to get hurt.

“Jj look at me. Sh, sh, sh, take a breath.” John spoke calmly and confidently to his little boy. Taking his chubby face in his hands John brought his son’s head from his shoulder so they could look at one another. Jj hiccuped and took a deep breath and then another until his breath began to steady.

“I’m too tough to die. Never forget that.” There was a hint of humor in John’s reassuring words and your son seemed to latch on to the idea.

“More like stubborn.” Your dad quipped with a dark chuckle. You agreed with his sentiment.

“So your sh-oes not gonna kill you? Y-ou’ll kill the shoe?” Jj asked completely captivated by his father and hiccuping. You weren’t a big fan of this whole ‘killing’ conversation but the little boy had become obsessed with his little green army men who he claimed killed all the bad guys.

“There will be no killing. I promise. You know your mum doesn’t like that word so let’s not use it.” John shook his head as a way to get his son to do the same.

“So so so nothing can get you?” Jj asked becoming all starry eyed and avoiding the now taboo word.

“Nothing exists yet that’s strong enough.” John’s words had you rolling your eyes. You couldn’t deny it was pretty cute how he handled his son’s meltdown and somehow became even cooler to the little boy. He was making himself out to be invincible and your son’s childlike wonder ate up the concept.

“Now, since you’re my boy that means you’re tough too. Dry those tears and get to cleaning up those toys, soldier!” John playfully saluted to his son. Jj’s tiny hands rubbed his tears away and he saluted back to his father. He looked so cute doing that in his truck pajamas and dinosaur slippers.

“YES SIR!” Jj yelled before turning and running off into the living room.

“Don’t encourage the military stuff. I’ll die before he joins the army.” You playfully pinched John’s side as he stood.

“The odds he joins the military are slim. If anything he’ll resent it because of me.” John reassured you and you hoped he was right.

After quick goodbyes and a kiss to both of your children from you and John, you were off. Being the charming man your husband was he had washed his cherry red convertible and had it sparkling for you two. He had wine coolers in the backseat for you to have one on the way and roses sitting on the passenger seat. You joked that if it wouldn’t ruin your lipstick you would’ve given him road head for the romantic gesture. John was cheeky and told you he’d wait for the ride back where you could use your lips to leave a ring around him.

The ride over was easy and you and John were both in high spirits. Once you pulled up to the venue John told you that valet parking was a scam and he’d be able to find you two a spot. It took way longer than you liked but after driving around for a bit John found street parking a few blocks walk from the venue. He raved about how amazing the spot was and how you doubted him.

“John it’s a parking spot not a gold medal.” You rolled your eyes at your husband.

“You’re just saying that because I’m the one who found it. If you saw it before me this would be a different story.” John’s retort was ridiculous.

You could tell he wanted a big pat on the back for finding this spot. For you it was completely different. He had waisted a half hour of time and was making you walk in heels when valet parking would have been so much easier.

“Well when my feet hurt on the way back you’re carrying me.” You were a little snarky but stopped there. You had a chance to speak up and didn’t, now you had to accept the consequences.

“Call it even for making me wear these clown shoes.” John just had to bring up his own shoes which didn’t compare to wearing heels. It was so like him to be a smart ass just to prove point.

“Stop being a baby.” You teased but John didn’t like being called that.

“FUCKIN’ POSH PRICKS!” Some man screamed outside the car.

It startled you and had caught John’s attention immediately. You looked in the side view mirror to see two very drunk men with glass bottles walking up the street and about to pass John’s car. They had just screamed at some nicely dressed couples who you assumed were going to the same event as you. They were both dressed similarly in jeans, hoodies, and beanies. John was watching these two men carefully through the rear view mirror and then turning to watch them pass by.

For seemingly no reason the taller one of the two kicked John’s side view mirror that you were looking through clean off the car. You screamed not expecting the mirror to be smashed and John’s car to be vandalized. It was a loud shatter and the metal whined and snapped falling to the pavement. Your scream alerted the men that people were in the car when they assumed it was empty.

“What the fuck!” You couldn’t help but yell as you made eye contact with the man who just shattered part of John’s car.

You were instantly pissed off that someone would do that. Looking to John you saw his eyes were huge, lips in a firm line, he looked ready to murder. These guys had no idea who or what they were messing with. Outside of you and your children you didn’t think John loved anything more than this car. It was his prized possession. A car his father gifted him as a young man to fix up on his own. John had taken the hunk of junk and turned it into a spectacular sight, a car worth envying.

“Shut up you stupid bitch!” The shorter man shouted in a drunken slur at you.

“Wait in the car.” It sounded like an order because it was one. John didn’t want you getting yourself hurt or being involved in what he was about to do.

You being named called seemed to be John’s final straw. Getting out of the car he slammed the door. Both men took a step back not realizing how massive of a man they picked a fight with was. You instantly knew what was coming and were scrambling to get your seat belt off and intervene. John was about to beat these guys until they were nothing but dust or gave him the money to fix his car.

By the time you swung the car door open John was sprinting down the sidewalk after the two men. Realizing John wasn’t a man to mess with they took off out of fear. Their yelps and pleas for John to stop chasing them echoed down the street. They even threw their bottles back at John to slow him down but they missed. You stumbled out of the car and slammed the door shut behind you as you took off after your husband. It was a struggle to run in four inch heels and you could only assume how ridiculous you looked.

The distance you had to run was mind boggling to you. It was testament of how fast of a runner John was from the years spent in the military. You had to stop and catch your breath a few times and then continue your shuffle run to keep up. At one point you pulled the little mini bottle of wine out of your purse and had a sip because you were parched.

By the time you caught up to John he had wrestled one guy to the ground while the other was fumbling with his keys to get their shitty Rover unlocked to make a get away. You were still half a block away when the guy not being man handled by John got both doors open and then ran full force at your husband and knocked him off his buddy. The force sent John rolling on to his back and the other guy was dragging his friend to the passenger seat.

It didn’t take long for John to be back on his feet and going back after these two idiots. The driver had managed to get into his side and lock the door but the passenger wasn’t as lucky. John was able to grab the guy by the legs and in the struggle John was trying to yank the man out of the car. You watched as John got hold of the man’s shoe and then hit him with it over and over.

The shoe went flying at one point and you couldn’t see what was going on, only John’s torso was in the car and legs hanging out. What you couldn’t see was John choking the guy with one hand and trying to get the keys out of the ignition with his other. The car roared to life and zoomed forward a foot before screeching to a halt. The tail lights were beaming red in the night as you ran as fast as you could toward them.

“JOHN!” You screamed not wanting him to get dragged by a car and seriously hurt.

Your voice had him instantly letting go and pushing himself out of the car. Stumbling back to his feet the car lurched forward violently only to screech to a halt again. It happened one more time giving John a chance to rip their side view mirror off in reparation and throw it full force through the open passenger door. You heard a guttural gasp as it connected with the man. Finally they took off down the street at a rapid acceleration and disappeared into the night, the passenger door still open.

By this point you were panting and sweating as you finally reached your husband. Your feet were on fire and quads burned from running in heels for blocks. You bent over for a second to catch your breath so you could yell at your husband properly.

“Stupid fucker! Have fun without a shoe!” John picked up the man’s shoe that he’d beaten him with and chucked it with all his strength onto a near by rooftop. It was his final aggression toward the dick heads he had to deal with.

“What is wrong with you!?” You hissed, still out of breath.

“Me!? They got what was fuckin’ coming to them.” John barked back, breathing heavy. He was still pissed off and didn’t need you adding fuel to the fire.

“Fuck it. I don’t care. We’re already late and I can yell at you later. Fix your shirt and you’re lucky you didn’t stain your clothes or ruin them.” You had more important things to attend to. The way John was acting you knew there was no getting through to him right now.

Pointing at John’s untucked shirt he grunted out a frustrated breath and tucked it in. His adrenaline was making his heart pound and he was angrier than he was normally capable of. Nothing got his goat more than someone fucking up his car.

“C’mon.” You grumbled trying to get John to hurry up.

“I’m coming.” He snapped back.

Neither of you could care about the other’s feelings. You were both beyond pissed off in your own right and wanted to go get this over with. It went from being an exciting night together to something tedious since you were now exhausted.

John walked over to the near by building and grabbed his shoe he had lost while wrestling the guy to the ground. Slipping it on he realized something. Why was it suddenly so small? Taking a closer look John realized his mistake. He was wearing the other guys shoe.

“John.” You whined because he was taking so long.

“Don’t kill me.” John turned to look at you with a deadly serious expression.

“No promises.” You answered back sarcastically.

“I threw my shoe on the roof.” It took you a moment to register what John was saying to you.

Looking down at his feet you realized John had on one very nice black dress shoe, while the other was a scuffed up brown suede loafer. Blinking rapidly at the mismatched shoes your eyes scanned John’s appearance. Surprisingly he didn’t look like a man who’d just gotten into a fight, he looked very dapper; but then there were his shoes. They weren’t even passable or something you could glance over. It was a complete eye sore.

“That’s what you deserve!” You laughed hysterically at John’s predicament. Your laugh was a bit deranged from how angry you were and the sinking feeling of how embarrassing this was going to be.

“What does that mean!?” John shouted back.

“Don’t yell at me. You’re the one who just got into a fight and was so worked up you threw your own shoe on a fuckin’ roof!” Somehow you refrained from yelling but your tone was venomous.

“Now this the part where you tell me I have a temper? And that I deserve to look like a fool because of it.” John had reverted from yelling to self pity in the blink of an eye.

“John. C’mon.” You tossed your hands up and let them clap back down to your sides. Part of you was pleading for him to stop being so dramatic but it was better than anger.

“No, it’s fine. I’m just the idiot here.” John began the walk to your work event and had snagged your hand as he passed by you.

He truly did feel like an idiot. Not only did he get into a fight but he lost his temper by yelling at you and was so worked up he threw the wrong shoe. Embarrassing didn’t begin to describe what he was feeling. This was going to be humiliating showing up to your work event looking as presentable as he did and then having two completely different shoes on. He’d look even worse next to his stunning, well put together wife. The dread of thinking he was going to embarrass you only made the humiliation worse.

You didn’t say anything for a few minute as you walked hand in hand with John. You kept glancing over at him but his eyes seemed glassed over. He was brooding like he usually did when he was upset. Pushing your own annoyance aside you saw that you were approaching John’s car. The whole ordeal was ridiculous but you knew John was right about one thing, those guys had it coming.

“Sorry about the car.” You whispered which had John stopping just in front of it.

His eyes were fixed on the damage and then drifted down to the shattered glass on the pavement. With a heavy sigh he looked to you who seemed unsure of your own feelings. It was a good read on you by John so he wasn’t quite sure on what he should say.

“How about we both let this one slide? You’ll fix your car without a fuss and I’ll stop being mad at you.” Your response to the situation had John relaxing significantly.

“Okay. I’ll stop being a baby while I’m at it. And I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He mumbled as he kicked the glass shards with the foot in the strangers shoe.

“That would be nice. And thank you.” You kissed his cheek and let him sulk. Dipping into the backseat you grabbed one of the mini bottles of wine and handed it to your pouting husband.

“What do I do about my shoes?” John asked staring down at them.

“Suck it up.” You shrugged. Wrapping an arm around his waist you leaned your head against John’s shoulder as you both looked at the damaged car.

“Fine.” With a grumble, John tilted his head back and downed the mini bottle of wine in one go.

“C’mon it’s an open bar, let’s get you a stiff drink.” Patting John’s bum he wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your temple. Tossing the bottle into the back seat John shut the door and locked up his car.

“We’ll tell people you got dressed in the dark.” You joked as you both began your walk down the street hand in hand.

“Or that I’m trying a new fashion.” John chuckled having been able to find the humor in the situation, thanks to you.

“Yeah, we’ve got the rest of the walk, we’ll think of something.”

——————

“Look Evie.” Jj whispered hoping only his little sister could hear him.

The whisper carried loudly through the air making you and John both stop what you were doing. John was just sliding you a cup of tea across the kitchen island. You were sat on one of the stools with your laptop out and waiting for John to put out the fried eggs he made and fruit he cut up for breakfast. The kids were already fed and you two had been snacking on the leftover waffles.

Your son was huddled by the back door not realizing his parent’s eyes were closely watching him. His two year old sister was standing next to him in white footie pajamas decorated with little red, purple, and pink hearts. Her hair was a mess just like yours since no one in the house decided to get ready this morning. Evelyn had a blueberry waffle fresh from the toaster in one hand with a perfect bite taken out of it. John called it the dad tax where he got a bite of everyone’s food.

“What?” Evelyn loudly whispered back after taking her pacifier out of her mouth.

“Daddy killed his shoe cuz it made him slip on the stair.” Jj pointed at the dirty suede loafer John had worn home last night.

“What?” Evelyn said again, only having a few words in her vocabulary at this age.

“That has to be what a dead shoe looks like. All dirty and gross.” Jj played up his voice to get his little sister to react and she did.

“Icky.” She scrunched up her face and then popped her pacifier back into her mouth. She then handed Jj the waffle and without looking the four year old took it and began eating it as he closely inspected the tattered shoe.

A breathy laugh forced its way from your throat as you turned to look at John. His head was bowed and shoulders shaking from his silent laughter.

“Should we hold a funeral?” You asked in a hushed tone.

“Piss off.”

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[blitheringmcgonagall]

From Chapter One

And now, FINALLY:

Chapter 7: Crawl

If there was a spy, he was thoroughly fucked. Even without a spy, the fact that Snape knew he was allegedly spying for Dumbledore meant he was thoroughly fucked. The fact he knew that Snape was allegedly also a spy was fraught with danger. Too many lies spinning in the air at once. He had been reckless with his life since the age of sixteen, and the risks he took had escalated dangerously since he had taken on the Red Lion persona.

Aside from him being a show-off and a fool who was always going to get himself killed sooner rather than later

For once, Snape was right. Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day.

All he could do was what he had been doing for years now – try to shield them all from the truth and keep them safe, while trying to bring Voldemort down from the inside. And this prophesy? When it came to prophesies targeting Lily Evans, the Red Lion would stop at nothing to keep her safe.

***

Holburn station was relatively quiet that Saturday evening, but still too busy for her liking. Too many muggle shoppers laden with groceries, Woolworth’s bags; mothers with grumpy toddlers; two idle teenagers humming The Police’s Can’t Stand Losing You, looking bored. She tried to look bored too, drumming her fingers over her thigh, scuffing her desert boots against the pavement, other hand holding her wand in the large pocket of her brown duffle coat, transfigured to look like a small paperback. She pulled the red corduroy newsboy cap over her eyes. The Tube arrived. She looked around, frowned, and shook her head, tapping her watch with irritation. If she was being watched, she was clearly waiting for someone to show up, someone who was late.

“Hurry up, Riddle,” she muttered under her breath, scanning the platform once more.

A few minutes later - a tall, blond man with long straight hair and a formal gait in a satin purple coat, wearing sleek, polished black Oxford brogues – a hippie vibe with a sartorial one. Odd. Another man, with dark tan skin and ruffled black hair wearing an orange Ramones t-shirt and a pair of 1920s inspired (original?) black and white patent dress shoes – she recognised him immediately. They were walking towards her, hadn’t seen her, yet.

No time like the present. Opening the book, she stepped out and walked straight into them.

Oh, sugar, I’m terribly sorry, I wasn’t look- Potter, James Potter?” Her eyes widened comically.

James Potter and his fellow Death Eater froze.

Keep reading

[mugenmine]

After 13 years, I finally scored myself a pair of brown brogues. Long, long after my Sherlock obsession ended, the one thing that never faded was my love for John Watson’s tan brogues. About six years ago I went to the UK ready to spend ridiculous money on a pair of tan brogues, but I was never able to find a shoe shop that had them small enough for me. These are Solovairs, which also had tan ones but (of course) not in my size. The brown ones however, came in a wider range of sizes, and so I figured this was as good as I was going to get. I’m still pretty pleased. Now to break these stiff bastards in.

[paulparkman]

Paul Parkman Men's Brown Burnished Brogue Dress Shoes

Website: www.paulparkman.com

#paulparkman #oxfordshoes #patinashoes #handmadeshoes #bespokeshoes #Luxuryshoes #mensshoes #goodyearwelted #menstyle

[manic-maniac-man]

HUgE July 2010

Excellent shoes

10. A basic model that has been available since the beginning. It has a long throw and the toe curves significantly when worn. All are handmade in the atelier. ¥144,900 (MORERIDE)

11. This pair of shoes has been treated with a special cream made from dissolved lime, giving them the appearance of having been worn for many years, even though they are brand new. The same treatment is also used for sneakers. ¥103,950 (Kokonoe)

12. These simple yet voluminous shoes go extremely well with the cropped pants that Ann is so good at, and are used a lot in this season's collection. ¥131,250 (Orizzonti)

35. The strappy sandals that were popular in the past are making a long-awaited comeback this season. Check out the sharp design that shows off the Dior Homme brand's strengths. ¥58,800 (Christian Dior)

38. The randomly placed studs make a big impact. The sole is made of a mixture of crepe and cork, making it sturdy and just as rugged as it looks. ¥40,950 (Miharayasuhiro Tokyo)

36. Macramé sandals are seen on the runway paired with suits and other items, proposing a wide range of coordination options. We encourage you to try out bold styling with a free mind. ¥82,950 (Lanvin Japan)

39. The oil-coated suede and smooth leather combination, as well as the decorative shoelaces, give this shoe a rich look. It provides a firm hold and a good fit. ¥29,400 (Mister hollywood)

37. The colorful strap design represents a flock of snakes. The delicate connections of the beautifully dyed leather give a glimpse of Raf's sophisticated aesthetic. ¥70,350 (Saint Frère)

40. These sandals are made from luxurious cordovan, which becomes more attractive the more you wear them. Don't miss the intricate details, such as the butterfly medallion, which is Needles' brand icon. ¥61,950 (SSP.)

48. The contrast of textures created by mixing different materials such as cotton, nylon, and calf leather is appealing. The voluminous form is also a key point. ¥63,000 (Balenciaga Japan)

49. The star motif that symbolizes this season is embroidered everywhere. The signature silver "4G" plate stands out against the all-black body. ¥58,800 (Third Culture)

41. These pointed toe boots are made from vintage cracked leather. The bold elements blend in perfectly for a rock look. ¥115,500 (Kokonoe)

42. Mid-cut boots can be paired with cropped pants or shorts for a unique look, only from Thom Browne. The tricolor ribbon is also a nice touch.

¥122,850 (Reference price/Steady Study)

Black Fleece by Brooks Brothers

The natural beige color of these shoes is perfect for summer and gives off a refreshing impression. Check out the carefully crafted details, such as the medallion and brogues. ¥84,000 (Brooks Brothers Japan)

[mrhaitch]

Go-to pair of work shoes?

Either my black DMs, or I've got a pair of brogued brown leather boots - depending on what I'm wearing. The brown boots can be disguised as formal shoes, especially when paired with a suit.

[wstevenphotography]

Sunday in October

[moonlightwitchery]

ohhh my god I was just reminded of one of my favorite pair of shoes in high school. They were a pair of dark brown wedge heeled brogues, the heel was a dark stained wood. So fucking twee. I really want another pair, I deeply regret donating em many moves ago. I can't find anything similar. I did find a listing for what I think are the same exact ones but in a size 9 and I'm a size 6.5 :\

[siriuslystargazing]

Sirius' Moving Castle PT1

... yeah i know it's probably been done before but what the hell.

In a small town, hidden amongst the valley, is a boy who makes shoes. These shoes are nothing special, but the boy tirelessly works on seven pairs a day unless he feels life broguing, and then it’s five pairs that day. But today, the boy made six and a pair of brown boots for himself. Simple in style but a perfect fit for himself. The boy looked out the window of the luxurious department store his mother owned, dusting off his hands and pulling up his goggles; soot from the fire pit left an ashen impression that covered his freckles but highlighted his amber eyes. His hair flopped around like a mop, and his mother was starting to nag at him. He did need a haircut, and it was the first Friday of the month, so that meant it was a half day.

“Remus dear”, the motherly voice came through from the grand shop floor, followed by a plain woman with chestnut hair. He opened the door to his tiny workshop. “oh good, you're getting ready. I want you to drop off this hat to Lily at the bakery.” her name was Hope. Hope Lupin, the local seamstress who fashioned the most exquisite dresses from the simplest of materials and the owner of Lupin’s Bazaar, the quality department store and hidden gem of the little village hidden away in the valleys. Remus looked at his mother, smiling. Remus thought he was plain like his mother, with sandy blond curls and amber eyes freckles that glittered on his face.

“Of course, I was thinking I might go to the barbers this afternoon to get my hair sorted.” Remus pulled the ribbons of his apron, shrugging it off and hanging it on the hook by the door. Hope held her son’s face in her hands, her heart melting at how Remus was growing older and into his face. “What?” Remus looked down at his new boots, letting a nervous chuckle slip,

“Nothing, Fy mab.” Hope planted a kiss on his forehead. She let him go, handing over the elaborate hat box to Remus as he left the shop.

The brass bell on the front shop door chimed in exit, but Hope did not let Remus leave without warning. “Do be careful on your way home, Remus. I heard news that the Dark Wizard Black is in the valleys!” 

Remus rolled his eyes and bid his mother farewell, entering the streets. He wasn't sure why his mother would warn him the Dark Wizard didn’t go for men. He only kidnapped pretty girls with no brains. Remus winced. He could feel the scolding his mother would give if he said that out loud, but it was a half-truth. Remus hated girls like that who just giggled and curled their hair around their fingers and batted their eyelashes at him. He wasn’t even into girls, but still, he would at least like to hold a conversation with them on more exciting topics. That’s why he liked going to see Lily. She was smart and enjoyed talking about the mysteries of the world. 

Remus continued down the street. Colourful bunting hung from the lamposts, and streamers were being fired off. The kingdom’s flag was flown from nearly every window and in front of horrible flying machines the domain felt so proud of investing in. It appeared The war effort was going well. A fresh batch of soldiers had just returned a few hours before, and another was about to be dispatched, but not without the pomp and circumstance. Remus saw it as a massive waste of time and money. The war was pointless over some missing prince and this war-hungry general from way up north fighting with the Wizard of the Wastes. Remus didn’t care for the politics of it all. He just wanted it over. In his eyes, if the great Kingdom of Griffdom had put the efforts and resources they did for the war into finding the Lost prince, he would have been found by now! Remus stayed on his path, avoiding the crimson and gold soldiers and drunken patriots. Heading down a secluded alleyway, it wasn't any better. He could see the piles of  ready-to-go packs and guns of the soldiers; it made him feel uneasy, but still, the bakery was just around the corner–

“You look a little lost?” a gruff older voice called out from behind Remus. He stopped suddenly tensing as a second, much older man appeared in front of him, a bushy moustache and a hungry grin on his face as he met Remus’ amber eyes. 

“I’m not lost”, Remus stated, straining himself up. “if you don’t mind, I'm running late–”

“He is quite cute.” the moustached man bent down to look at Remus in the eyes. Remus was tall, a good 6 foot, but he was skinny like a noodle and had terrible posture like one, too. The soldiers were also tall but stocky, just vast masses of men. “You look a little thirsty. Why don’t we treat you to some Tea?” he asked, his primal grin unnerved Remus even more. Remus wasn’t one to baulk at the sign of danger, but the men that were harassing him felt an unhuman sort of evil festering inside them. Remus stepped back into a body. 

“There you are, starlight; I’ve been looking everywhere for you”, a sultry voice, and a warm, comforting hand fell onto Remus's shoulder. Remus didn’t turn to look at the man that was essentially saving his ass but instead melted slightly.

The crimson soldiers soured at the presence of their prey being stolen. “do you mind? We were just –”

“Actually, it looked like you two were just leaving”, his silken voice spoke out again, and he lifted his index finger. The soldiers puffed out their chests, ready to fight, but stopped. Remus looked on in awe as the two men stood up straight and marched away like toys. Remus watched on in amazement. It was magic, real magic, so that meant only one thing: the man who was currently rescuing him was Sirius Black, the Dark Wizard. “Don’t hold it against them; the soldiers from this kingdom aren’t as bad... Now, where to?” Sirius bent down, picking up the hat box Remus so carelessly dropped; it really was him; with blond hair and steely grey eyes, he didn’t suit being a blond. Remus thought his complexion was too pale. He would be better with jet-black hair. Wait? Why did he even care?

“So where to?” gods above his voice were like melted chocolate. Remus wanted to combust every time the Dark Wizard Sirius Black opened his stupid mouth… 

“Oh, the um bakery.” Remus was sure he was blushing. His face felt hot. Sirius just smirked, slinking his arm with Remus and walking along the alleyway. His aggressively bright coat hung on his shoulders; obviously, it was kept there with his dark wizard magic. And then his waist. Remus was staring, and he didn’t care. He was also drooling a little at how Sirius's black high-waisted dress pants and a simple white frilly dress shirt hugged his slutty waist and fit him so perfectly. Then he saw his shoes… oh.

They were worn and not looked after, in dire need of a polish, and the leather needed rehydrating. They were abysmal. They–

“Everything all right there?” Sirius drawled, capturing Remus’ attention again 

“YES!” to loud! “Yes, it’s just your shoes, you might need new ones… if you come by the shop, I can–”

“Thank you starlight, but I must–” Sirius stopped, sensing a shift in the air. Remus just watched him. “Don’t get alarmed, but it appears we are being followed.” Remus went rigged, followed! But Sirius just smirked as they continued down the alleyways. “Just act normal.”

Something began oozing out of the walls; they morphed and slobbered across the floor, coating the cobbles in the dark, inky sludge as they manipulated themselves with human-like features, Giant noses and little straw hats. Sirius frowned but continued, “I’m sorry, it looks like you’re involved.” Remus gasped as many black oozy creatures slithered out the walls and shadows climbing over each other towards Remus and Sirius. 

Sirius quickly whipped round the corner with casual grace, the sunlight beaming into the alleyway. His smile wiedend, but Remus scoffed. How can he be so happy? It is horrible being chased around by slimy, oozy creatures! And now the creatures were oozing out from the exit. They were doomed; Remus looked over to Sirius, who was still beaming with pride as he swiftly moved the arm he had linked with Remus’ through his waist, drawing him closer to his side. “Hold on”, Sirius muttered as they continued walking with speed and Woosh!

Remus closed his eyes and felt the calm spring wind and the sudden warm embrace of the sun. he peeled his eyes open, not feeling the solid ground underfoot, but could still feel Sirius' tight grip on his waist. Remus looked out, shocked; he could see the rolling hills of the valley and the river that splits into a stream that runs through town, even the noon train! He was flying!

“Come on now, straighten your legs and start walking.” Sirius grabbed Remus' hand in his; Remus slowly extended his legs and began a walking motion; they were walking on air! But how? Remus looked down at the waltzing people; mothers danced with their sons and husbands, and young lovers waltzed for the final time as the music played out. Remus couldn’t describe the feeling, but a little bit of his heart broke at the sight, the thought of the men going out to the awful war never to return–

“Look at you, you’re a natural.” Sirius looked at Rmeus as they met eye to eye. Remus felt his heart fluttered as he lost himself in those stormy grey eyes. The two continued to walk on air, swiftly passing the street parties below and towards the giant bakery. 

Sirius landed on the railing of the balcony. Pulling Remus down gently, landing just below him, Remus finally got a moment to drink the handsome stranger who saved his life. He was gorgeous, just like the rumours said, with grey eyes that swirled like storms and blond hair that shimmered in the sun, with a mole under his right eye, sharp features and a constant smirk he was the Dark Wizard but how can someone so evil be so good looking? Remus let Sirius’ pale hand slip from his, and he landed on the oak wood balcony. Sirius handed over the hat box and laid his hand above his heart. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to draw them off, but wait a while before heading out again”, his voice silken and smooth, so intoxicating. Remus swore he could get drunk on it even if he just sang the alphabet. 

“Okay”, Remus sighed. Sirius smirked, jumping off the balcony; Remus gasped, leaning over.  

“That's my boy”, he smiled, disappearing into the streets below. 

The bakery was busier than ever. Lily was used to mad rushes like this, but it was even more active than expected, thanks to the street parties. The tables in the small cafe were all occupied by soldiers and their entourage of women and men. Lily went back and forth, listening to orders, grabbing perfectly wrapped boxes of business from the shelves and trying to distance herself from the more suggestive men who only wanted her and not the pastries. Luckily, one of the other bakery girls ran over to her, telling her that Remus was upstairs waiting on her.

Lily sped through the corridors and up the staircase to find Remus looking out the window as if he was searching for answers. 

“Remus!” Lily cheered, running up to him and embracing the skinny boy in a tight hug. “One of the girls told me you landed on our balcony!” Remus looked at Lily. Something sad hid in his eyes.

“So it really did happen. It wasn't a dream?” Remus whispered. Lily hugged him again, pulling him down the stairs and into the delivery room behind the kitchen.

Lily dusted off a few crates, sitting Remus down. He was still dazed as if he was running through what had happened, and then he remembered the hat box.

“Oh! Your hat, Lily, Here.” He handed it over. Lily smiled but did not open it. She just set it down. 

“Will you tell me what happened?” she grabbed a few pastries from the kitchen, and a chef followed her with two mugs of sweet tea; they sat for a few minutes as Remus gave her the rundown of his encounter with the Wizard. Lily listened intently, her eyes fixated on her friend as he looked at the bottom of his teacup.

“He must have been a wizard then Remus!” Lily protested, grabbing Remus' shoulders 

“But he was so kind to me, Lily.”

“Of course he was! He was trying to steal your heart!” Lily scrunched up her face, but Remus still stared out towards the piled stock boxes. She sighed. “you were so lucky, Remus. If that Wizard were Sirius, he would have eaten it”, Lily softened, slumping back, but Remus looked up at her. 

“No, he wouldn’t. Sirius only eats the hearts of beautiful girls, not plain boring men like me.”

“Don't say that!” Lily shrieked, “You need to be more careful out there. The wizard of the waste is back on the prowl. And his horrible henchmen, too, call themselves Death Eaters such a pretentious name– Hey! Are you even listening to me?” Lily looked down at Remus, who was lost in deep thought, probably thinking about the pretty wizard who saved him (he was). 

Lily and Remus sat in the stock shed for a while until one of the chefs told her some fancy pastry was done, so Remus took that as his cue to leave; he was sure he had given himself plenty of time for the Wizard to get rid of throes horrible oozy blob men. Remus bid Lily farewell and went on his way back through the once-crowded streets. The Parties had finally ended, yet a few piss-ups continued in the teaveners. Remus contemplated a drink but decided just to go home; he had enough excitement to last him a lifetime. 

By the time the tram took him back to the shopping district of the town, night had fallen across the valley, and the stars peaked through the clouds. Remus always stole a glance at the stars; he loved how pretty they looked, and the vibrant blue-green hues the clustered ones emitted were his favourite. He couldn’t quite grasp why he was so fond of the night sky or why he enjoyed tracking moon cycles. He honestly believed in a past or alternate life; he might have been a werewolf or something. Remus chuckled at the thought, his breath curling the cool spring air. 

The shop lights were out, an obvious sign Hope had gone to bed upstairs. Remus decided to go through the main entrance so he wouldn't disturb his mother; the shop was grand in design. The main floor was full of women's hats, and just at the back were the shoes, all the boots that Remus had made that month; he looked down at the new pair he had made just that day, smiling at the thought of his father being proud of him. Lyall had gone to war two months prior, but no word had come from him. Hope stayed strong and ironically hopeful, but Remus was sure his father was dead; it was easier to think that than torture himself with the idea he was missing in action. Remus tidied the shop floor up, putting hats back on the stands and pulling a few pairs of boots down to give them a touch of polish when the bell rang from the front door. Remus furrowed his brow, looking up. He could have sworn he locked that door. Remus got up, heading to the front desk.  Standing in the foyer, grinning ear to ear with gnarly teeth and a beastly face, was a Death Eater. Remus schooled his features to a neutral calm. He could hazard a guess as to what dark magic the Death Eater had used might have involved heightened animalist traits if he went off the strange maw-shaped mouth and nose.

“I’m sorry, sir, the shop is closed. You’re more than welcome to visit tomorrow during our opening hours of 9 am to 4 pm,” Remus stated, keeping his cool; the beastly Death Eater grinned, baring his disgusting teeth. 

“What a tacky shop... And yet you’re by far the tackiest thing here,” she growled. Remus narrowed his gaze, keeping his temper in check as he marched over to the door, whipping up the air around the Death Eater. His foul smell made Remus’ eyes water as he pulled the door open.

“Like I said, we're closed!”

Death Eater held his smile as if he had just caught his next meal. “Standing up to the Beast of the wastes, Fenrir Greyback”, Fenris chorteled. He unsheathed his clawed hands, and the firelight from the oil lamp danced across his black fingernails; Remus stood his ground. Just because Greyback, the beast from the western wastes and loyal Death Eater to the Wizard of the Wastes, was threatening him didn’t make him cower didn’t mean he wasn't scared shitless either way. 

Remus stood his ground, but Greyback didn’t care. He widened his eyes as dark magic flowed through and as if he turned into smoke. Greyback ran through Remus, leaving a viscous curse in his wake. Remus gasped at the feeling. He turned to see Greyback in the doorway, smirking. “The best thing about that spell is you can’t tell anyone about it.” Greyback grinned. “Riddle sends his regards to the Brothers Black.” 

Remus dropped to the ground, his body weak and heavy. He tried to run after Greyback but felt he had no energy left in him. Whatever that curse was, it obviously wasn't good. Remus pulled himself up, groaning. His bones creaked, clicked and popped worse than ever. He stumbled over to the vanity mirror, peering at his reflection, but an old withered man, a much older greyer version of Lyall, stared back at him. Remus gasped, taking a step back. Indeed, it wasn't him. Surely, he wasn't an old man. He was 18 years old, for god's sake.

Remus thought this couldn’t be happening. Perhaps it was just a bad dream or a funny hallucination from all the sugar at the bakery. Remus lifted his wrinkled hands to his face, pulling at his leathery skin; it was definitely him in that mirror.  On the bright side, he wasn't a dog or a wolf-shaped man. He was glad about that. Remus paced around as much as his old legs would let him; in his mind, he was still 18, but his body was pushing 90, it seemed. The only thing he could think of doing was to go to bed to sleep and hope he woke up himself and not an old man. So Remus did.

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final part of @secretarykang's ask since gil already has drunk hcs

gilbert feinze fashion headcanons

this man is a walking fashion icon tho like srsly he looks like someone who poses for the chanel magazine

gil actually knows what style fits him and the colors that would suit him so his servants are adamant on ensuring his wardrobe is top notch as possible

in fact, there's a time when gil punished some of them for handing him clothes that are too itchy he had to struggle during meetings with other clans (he just didn't feed them blood for like uhh one week which is torture in itself)

his color palette revolves on autumn browns and nudes? he's basically like a walking maple leaf at this point

he recently found out black items don't suit him as much as people make it out to be tho he wears black mostly when he is going to war conferences

most of gil's clothes in the demon world have victorian-esque with dark academia touch to it since he's the head of the feinze clan and he has to look like royalty so he assumes the post

he's more on long coats, white dress shirts with long sleeves, dark trousers, brown boots, and ofc attention to detail like silver link cuffs and piercings (yes he never forgets his piercings)

another item that he never lives without is his wedding ring since it's the only thing he got from giselle

also carries around a golden pocket watch that he exclusively got from karlheinz (so he would know if he reversed time and did some sht he needed to cover up)

tbh gil thought of doing like a tongue and nose piercing but he just went "I don't want them anymore" bcos he found out that he would experience talking like a baby and looking like a cow

btw he owns a lot of ruby jewelry bcos they remind him of blood (after all he stopped drinking blood ever since giselle died)

when he lived in paris, he would opt for trench coats and suits that would emphasize his frame (and he realized girls really dig him in suits bcos he be walking on the streets and they just come to him bcos he looks so good)

but when he resided in japan, he believed in kimono supremacy

like what suit? he'd rather wear kimonos since they're more comfy and the sleeves are loose and he can move and about

and yes, the color palettes would vary... kinda leaning more on the warm orange and red tones. but tbh gil had a hard time looking for the perfect kimonos and yukatas that would fit him

that was until he found out abt this manga called xxxHOLIC and he got all his kimono inspirations from watanuki kimihiro (aka main character of said manga)

one might think he's a cosplaying adult especially when he walks around in kaminashi 😭😭😭

for his footwear, he owns a lot of shoes (like he doesn't only settle for the classics) but one thing he doesn't wear that much are sneakers??? and it has something to do with his adult image like basically this guy makes sure he looks adult

even said one time, "at least I don't go to Ryoutei and pretend like I'm some kind of teenage transfer student" isthisshinandcarla

he mostly wears derby and oxford dress shoes since they are easier to pair with most of his suits. but when he's wearing a kiono, he would either go for a simple geta pair or his classic black brogue boots

ofc gil is not complete without perfumes bcos this guy owns a lot since he has lived for a long time. while there are tons of perfumes that's been out in the market, he always deviates towards chanel no 5 (aka one of the most hated perfumes by many)

and yes, he knew what the original chanel no 5 smelled like, hence he found the newer ones so different than what it smelled before

it's actually frustrating how gil can pull off this perfume and smell good even tho many people say it smells like an old grandma soap

he even bought the accompanying soap and lotion like anything chanel no 5 he has (even the giant bottle)

one time devyn passed by his office and she told him he really smelled so good like wood and tea and clean soap and when she asked his perfume, gil casually pulled out the bottle much to her own horror

"Are you kidding me? That famous Chanel no. 5 is your perfume?"

"I'm not. Why are you making a face like that?"

fun fact: chanel no 5 is also giselle's perfume

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Welcome to this character analysis and style breakdown, where we're diving into the iconic film, 'Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)'. It's not just a classic superhero movie, but it's also a treasure trove for fashion enthusiasts and film buffs alike. The movie's aesthetic beautifully captures the 1940s wartime period, which is a haven for vintage and classic fashion styles. From military uniforms to elegant dresses, the film's costume department did an outstanding job creating pieces that not only helped define the characters but also conveyed the era's ambiance. In this article, we'll deconstruct the key outfits of the film's main characters, providing a detailed analysis of each character's style and how their outfits reflect their personas. Unmasking the threads of 'Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)', we'll embark on a journey that takes us from the humble beginnings of Steve Rogers to the stylish heights of Howard Stark. So, buckle up, fashionistas and movie lovers. Let's begin! Character Analysis and Style Breakdown Before we delve into each character's sartorial elegance, let's take a moment to appreciate the overall aesthetic of 'Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)'. The film transports us back to the 1940s, a time when fashion was dictated by the ongoing Second World War. People were making do with less, yet they still managed to look chic and stylish. The costume design of the film adheres to this aesthetic, combining practicality with elegance. Each character's wardrobe is reflective of their personality and status. From Captain America's patriotic suit to Peggy Carter's classy dresses, the film is a testament to the power of clothing in character development. We'll now take a closer look at each character's fashion choices, detailing key elements of their outfits, and offering tips on how you can emulate their style. Whether you're a fan of Steve Roger's clean-cut look or Peggy Carter's vintage chic, we've got you covered! Chris Evans as Captain America / Steve Rogers The Captain America Suit: The star-spangled suit is arguably the most recognized outfit from the film. It's vibrant, patriotic, and perfectly encapsulates the essence of Steve Rogers. The suit's design is practical and robust, with a sturdy leather jacket, matching trousers, and a utility belt. The iconic star on the chest and stripes on the midsection add a visually appealing detail to the suit. To emulate this look, invest in a good quality leather jacket and matching trousers. You can accessorize with a utility belt to add that touch of superhero vibe. Steve Rogers' Casual Wear: When not in his superhero suit, Steve Rogers sports a classic 1940s style. He's often seen in high-waisted trousers, button-down shirts, and suspenders. The look is clean, simple, and timeless. To dress like Steve Rogers, opt for classic pieces in neutral tones like cream, brown, and navy. Try high-waisted trousers with a crisp white shirt and brown suspenders. Complete the look with a pair of brogues or oxford shoes. Styling Tips: To truly capture Steve Rogers' style, aim for a clean and polished look. Keep your outfit simple and well-tailored. Accessorize minimally, and opt for classic pieces over trendy items. Hayley Atwell as Peggy Carter: Outfit Details and Styling Tips Peggy Carter's Uniform: Peggy Carter is a woman of power and elegance. Her military uniform is a reflection of her strength and authority. The uniform is well-tailored, featuring a pencil skirt, a fitted blazer, and a smart hat. The color scheme is a mix of navy and khaki, adding to the military vibe. To dress like Peggy, consider investing in a well-tailored skirt suit in a similar color palette. Peggy's Civilian Outfits: When off-duty, Peggy Carter embraces the classic 1940s style. She's often seen in shirtwaist dresses, high-waisted trousers, and elegant blouses. Her color palette includes reds, blues, and neutrals. To emulate her look, go for vintage-inspired pieces like a shirtwaist dress or high-waisted trousers. Pair them with a simple blouse or shirt.

Styling Tips: Peggy Carter's style is all about elegance and sophistication. Opt for well-tailored pieces that flatter your figure. Accessorize with classic pieces like pearl earrings or a simple brooch. Don't forget a bold red lip to complete the look! Sebastian Stan as James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes: Outfit Details and Styling Tips Bucky's Military Uniform: Bucky's uniform is similar to Steve's, but with a darker color scheme. It's practical and robust, featuring a sturdy jacket, matching trousers, and a utility belt. The uniform is accessorized with a pair of combat boots and a military cap. To dress like Bucky, opt for a similar uniform in dark colors. Accessorize with combat boots and a military cap. Bucky's Civilian Outfits: When not in uniform, Bucky sports a classic, casual style. He's often seen in high-waisted trousers, button-down shirts, and suspenders. His color palette includes neutral tones like brown, navy, and black. To emulate his style, go for classic pieces like high-waisted trousers, a button-down shirt, and suspenders. Styling Tips: Bucky's style is all about practicality and simplicity. Stick to classic pieces in neutral tones. Accessorize minimally, and opt for a clean, well-groomed look. Tommy Lee Jones as Colonel Chester Phillips: Outfit Details and Styling Tips Chester Phillips' Uniform: As the commanding officer, Colonel Chester Phillips' uniform is crisp, clean, and authoritative. It features a well-tailored suit, a crisp white shirt, and a tie. The uniform is accessorized with a pair of polished black shoes and a military cap. To dress like Chester, opt for a well-tailored suit in a dark color, a crisp white shirt, and a tie. Accessorize with polished black shoes and a military cap. Chester's Civilian Outfits: When off-duty, Chester embraces a more relaxed style. He's often seen in comfortable trousers, button-down shirts, and a casual jacket. His color palette includes neutral tones like brown, navy, and black. To emulate his style, go for comfortable pieces like trousers, a button-down shirt, and a casual jacket. Styling Tips: Chester's style is all about authority and comfort. Opt for well-tailored pieces that are comfortable and practical. Accessorize minimally, and opt for a clean, well-groomed look. Hugo Weaving as Johann Schmidt / Red Skull: Outfit Details and Styling Tips Johann Schmidt's Uniform: As the villain of the film, Johann Schmidt's uniform is menacing and distinctive. It features a black leather coat, matching trousers, and a crimson red skull mask. The uniform is accessorized with a pair of black gloves and boots. To dress like Johann, opt for a black leather coat, matching trousers, and a crimson red mask. Accessorize with black gloves and boots. Johann's Civilian Outfits: When not in his Red Skull persona, Johann sports a sleek, sophisticated style. He's often seen in well-tailored suits, crisp shirts, and ties. His color palette includes dark colors like black, navy, and grey. To emulate his style, go for well-tailored suits, crisp shirts, and ties. Styling Tips: Johann's style is all about sophistication and menace. Opt for well-tailored pieces in dark colors. Accessorize minimally, and opt for a clean, well-groomed look. Dominic Cooper as Howard Stark: Outfit Details and Styling Tips Howard Stark's Suits: Howard Stark, the wealthy industrialist and inventor, is the epitome of 1940s glamour and sophistication. He's always impeccably dressed in well-tailored suits, crisp shirts, and ties. His suits are often in dark colors like black, navy, and grey, while his shirts and ties add a pop of color to his outfits. To dress like Howard, invest in a well-tailored suit, a crisp shirt, and a stylish tie. Howard's Casual Wear: When not in a suit, Howard sports a more relaxed style. He's often seen in comfortable trousers, polo shirts, and casual jackets. His color palette includes neutral tones like brown, navy, and black. To emulate his style, go for comfortable pieces like trousers, polo shirts, and casual jackets.

Styling Tips: Howard's style is all about sophistication and glamour. Opt for well-tailored pieces that exude class. Accessorize with classic pieces like a stylish watch or a pair of cufflinks. Don't forget to groom yourself well to complete the look! Richard Armitage as Heinz Kruger: Outfit Details and Styling Tips Heinz Kruger's Suits: As a secret agent, Heinz Kruger's style is sleek and polished. He's often seen in well-tailored suits, crisp shirts, and ties. His suits are in dark colors like black and navy, while his shirts and ties add a pop of color to his outfits. To dress like Heinz, invest in a well-tailored suit, a crisp shirt, and a stylish tie. Heinz's Casual Wear: When not in a suit, Heinz sports a more relaxed style. He's often seen in comfortable trousers, button-down shirts, and casual jackets. His color palette includes neutral tones like brown, navy, and black. To emulate his style, go for comfortable pieces like trousers, a button-down shirt, and a casual jacket. Styling Tips: Heinz's style is all about sleekness and polish. Opt for well-tailored pieces in dark colors. Accessorize with classic pieces like a stylish watch or a pair of cufflinks. Don't forget to groom yourself well to complete the look! How to Dress like 'Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)' Characters for Different Occasions Whether you're attending a theme party, a comic con, or simply want to incorporate some vintage charm into your everyday style, here are some tips on how to dress like your favorite characters from 'Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)' for different occasions: Theme Party / Comic Con: This is the perfect opportunity to go all out and dress exactly like your favorite character. For instance, you could opt for a Captain America costume or a Peggy Carter military uniform. Don't forget the accessories like the shield for Captain America or the red hat for Peggy Carter. Casual Outing: For a more casual look, you could incorporate elements from the characters' civilian outfits. For instance, you could opt for Steve Roger's high-waisted trousers and button-down shirt, or Peggy Carter's shirtwaist dress. Formal Event: For a formal event, you could opt for a well-tailored suit like Howard Stark or Heinz Kruger. Accessorize with a stylish watch or a pair of cufflinks to complete the look. Get the Look: Shopping Suggestions and Recommendations Now that we've broken down the key elements of each character's style, here are some shopping suggestions and recommendations to help you get the look: Vintage Stores: Vintage stores are a treasure trove for 1940s style clothing. Look for high-waisted trousers, shirtwaist dresses, and well-tailored suits. Online Shopping: Websites like Amazon and eBay often have a wide range of vintage-inspired clothing. You could also find costume replicas of outfits like the Captain America suit or the Red Skull uniform. Thrift Stores: Thrift stores are a great place to find unique pieces at a fraction of the cost. Look for items like military-style jackets, vintage dresses, and classic shoes. Tailor: If you want to ensure a perfect fit, consider getting your clothes tailored. A well-tailored suit or dress can make a world of difference in your overall look. Conclusion There you have it, a complete character analysis and style breakdown of 'Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)'. From Steve Roger's patriotic suit to Howard Stark's glamorous suits, the film offers a plethora of fashion inspiration. Whether you're a fan of vintage fashion or simply love the movie, I hope this guide helps you unleash your inner superhero (or villain!). Remember, fashion is all about expressing yourself. So, don't be afraid to experiment and add your unique twist to these looks. And most importantly, have fun with it! So, which character's style resonates with you the most? Do you have any other styling tips to share? We'd love to hear from you. Share your unique style tips in the comments and revisit

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