#let him borrow the tiny skirt armour

[eldenbiscuit]

Borrowing Messmer’s seamster 🙂‍↔️

Edit: cleaned up the color rough!

Color rough:

“Pteruges refers to strip-like defences for the upper parts of limbs attached to armor in the Greco-Roman world.”

[fuctacles]

Steve Harrington's Barbie-shaped thighs

now on Ao3 | final edit: 04.08

Robeen: Barbie tonight @ 5!!! Robeen: Dress accordingly OR ELSE Eddee: ????? Steef: 👍👍👍💅💅💅

Eddie did the best he could with his monochrome wardrobe. Which meant an impromptu thrift hunt. He found a tiny pink tank top and a vaguely 80s-shaped shirt he could throw over it. It didn't look half-bad, paired with high-waisted shorts and a couple of borrowed accessories (a pink belt and huge hoop earrings from Gareth's sister). He already owned a pink scrunchie - a gift from Steve - which he used to tie his hair into a high ponytail.

On the bus, he felt slightly self-conscious, making him realise how much he relied on his metalhead armour on a daily basis. The way kids dressed up these days and the fact that he wasn't the only one on his way to see Barbie helped him blend in. So while it felt that way, he wasn’t actually standing out.

As it turned out, definitely not as much as Steve.

While Robin decided to recreate the striped costume look to her best ability (the top and the bottom didn't really match but the reference was apparent enough), Steve decided on a pink tennis outfit, with a pleated skirt. He even shaved his legs.

His hair has grown out long enough to tie it into a tiny ponytail, which was, in Eddie's objective opinion, fucking adorable.

He approached his friends and, unable to help himself, tugged on the skirt.

"Somebody understood the assignment," he smiled teasingly, laughing when Steve swatted his hand away, straightening the pleats. “Aced it, even.” Then, both to preserve his sanity and socialize properly, he turned to Robin. “You both look great.”

"I can't hold a candle to our diva here."

Steve preened, twisting his hips so the skirt twirled around his thighs. Which again, fucking adorable. Eddie's queer heart was on fire. He wanted to tug on the hem of the skirt, play with the white collar, and tip the visor askew. Touch every part of the outfit and the person in it because Steve Harrington wore a skirt to a Barbie screening. It was like he wanted Eddie to die of a heart attack.

Thankfully, they arrived just in time for the movie to start and couldn’t ruminate on their Barbie-inspired outfits. When buying popcorn, Eddie lagged behind, hoping the view in front of him inspires him enough to maybe, finally, ask Harrington out. After the movie, perhaps. He’s heard great reviews so far, it may just give him the nudge he needs. 

They found their pre-ordered seats and Eddie watched Steve's skirt ride up sinfully high when he crossed his legs. Torture.

"You look great by the way. Colours look good on you," his friend leaned in to whisper. The theatre was running the commercials and some people still talked at full volume, so it wasn’t like he had to do that. "You're wearing the scrunchie," he observed too.

"I am. I wear it all the time," Eddie answered with a frown, almost offended at the implication that he wouldn’t. He leaned back to look at Steve. His eyes were sparkling in the dim theatre.

"Yeah?"

He shrugged, playing it cool in front of The Boy.

"Yeah, just. Not in public." 

In the comfort of his home, when he was practising guitar, doing the dishes, or cooking. Doing domestic shit alone, missing his friends. Thinking of Steve.

The commercials ended and the lights went off. Steve's fingers brushed against Eddie's arm as he pulled back to sit comfortably. Just a fleeting, accidental touch; Casual and friendly, but it left him reeling.

Eddie braced himself for almost 2 hours of sitting in the dark next to Steve's bare thighs.

Alas, no amount of bracing could prepare him for Steve's fingers against his skin, this time intentional and teasing. For how when he silently reprimanded him, knocking his knuckles against his knee half-playfully, he grasped them and pressed down, letting his hand rest on the bare skin. 

For the second half of the movie, all Eddie could think of were shades of pink and soft skin.

[narniasecretsanta]

The Pevensie's Christmas Gifts HCs

secret santa for @christmaspev​ (¾)

Peter:

before coming to Narnia he’d probably like books

the more difficult they were, the better

they made him feel a connection to his father

after becoming a king, he’d prefer simpler things like a new pen, a personalised bookmark or a bottle of coloured ink

he’d get a lot of those from diplomats

he’d also get wine and mead from Archenland and Calormen, otherwise very expensive to import, and while he’d know they were essentially bribes, he’d still be thankful enough to let Susan pressure him into writing short, formal thank-you notes attached to equally precious Narnian wines back

He’d say he never drinks the gifts, but he’d enjoy a glass of mead on occasion, especially in winter when politics would drive him half mad

Susan would give him children’s games she’d find on her trips to town

mostly board games because she knows he loves to spend time with his family and they give him the perfect excuse

of course, every time they do end up playing them, all of them lose their tempers and it just becomes a shouting match

Edmund usually wins both the game and the shouting match, though Lucy isn’t far behind

it ends up making Peter sulk, but he’s always happy to receive a new game

Edmund would probably get him mock gifts

a pillow with ‘magnificent’ embroidered into it so he could throw it at Peter’s head when he was being hot headed and stupid

a chest full of fluffy animal toys, with ‘little beast’ carved into it as a reminder of when Peter called him by that name

a ‘Best Father’ cup

a fake fountain pen which would spritz ink at Peter’s face every time he tried to use it (and he did so by mistake too many times to count)

he’d get him proper gifts once in a while (something like a handmade scarf) and laugh at Peter when he tried to figure out what the trick is

he’d get handcrafted journals from Lucy, made of any type of paper shed stumble on, sometimes full of encouraging quotes or heartwarming messages

they’d vary in sizes so he’d end up with an eccentric looking shelf, filled with the journals she’d given him over the years

sometimes she’d switch it up to surprise him, giving him little pouches of herbal teas or statuettes

Susan:

she’d receive expensive looking dresses from the ladies at court, all wanting to impress her

back in England she’d love dresses like that, but in Narnia they turn out to be most irritating

she would say thank you, of course, but she’d rarely wear the dresses

the one time she does wear one of them, a feud breaks out between two ladies and she decides never to get involved in such drama again

she’d never wear the jewelry she’d receive from foreign ambassadors or suitors either

she refuses to become a “prize” in a duel between two arrogant suitors thinking they have ownership over her because she’d worn their jewels

her siblings never give her clothes and jewels for that exact reason

Peter would struggle with Susan’s presents, not wanting to give her books all the time, so his gifts would vary

he’d get her a chessboard one year so she wouldn’t have to borrow Edmund’s all the time

a trip to Archenland the next year

he gets her a horse once to try and convince her to go out on rides more, a charming white stallion whom she grows to love

and a myriad of other little trinkets, diverse and eccentric, always a bit badly made (Susan suspects he gets the craftsman to let him help in the making)

she gets arrows from Edmund, crafted from different types of wood

some of them are made from branches given to them by dryads, which makes them even more special since dryads rarely part with even fallen branches

Edmund makes some of them himself, carving little flowers or lions into the wood

once he carves a lamppost, a wardrobe and a little inscription of “logically, it’s impossible” and it makes Susan choke on her tea as she remembers

he attempts to make a bow once, fails miserably, and still gives it to her, because at least he tried

Susan hangs it on her wall because ‘she appreciates the effort’

in reality it’s just so she can show all the visitors the extent of King Edmund the Just’s crafting skills

Lucy would paint for her, usually landscapes from back in England or scenes from the balls Susan organises

the most ridiculous ones mostly, like the time one of Susan’s suitors slipped on the marble floor and fell into an elaborate strawberry cream cake

or the time one of Edmund’s wolf guards attempted to sniff at a lady’s dress, convinced she was carrying poison in her skirts, but ended up sending her into an outrage

she’d paint Susan herself sometimes

the way she sees her in war, in an armour, face and clothes covered in mud, bow and arrow in hand, standing in the middle of a battlefield

other times it’d be the way she looks in the evening, sprawled on the carpet in front of the fireplace, her loose hair surrounded by a golden glow, her feet bare, comfortable and completely alone with her thoughts

the paintings would hang side by side in one of the galleries, the duality obvious though most visitors wouldn’t recognize their Gentle Queen in them, blinded by the image of her usual overwhelming grace and elegance

Edmund:

back in England he’d always ask for sweets, particularly turkish delight

he wouldn’t get it often, but he would receive a variety of toys

he’d tinker with them through the year, take them apart and combine them, making even better toys

after coming to Narnia neither the turkish delight nor the toys would sit right with him anymore

he’d receive chess sets, heavy sets of books or newly forged weapons instead, particularly from foreigners or nobility he doesn’t know well

at some point he has about ten chess sets, including ones made of gold, marble and glass, but he always uses the same one - the first one he’d gotten

Peter would go all out, probably getting him elaborate weapons or marble bookends

accompanied by dad jokes because he can’t hold back when it comes to seeing Edmund scowl at them, even though he secretly enjoys them

sometimes he’d give him packets of coffee from Calormen, knowing Edmund loves drinking it when he’s reading

and the note would read something like ‘Why did the coffee file a police report? Because it got mugged.’

Peter and Lucy would be the only ones laughing while Edmund and Susan would just look at them in disgust

Susan would get him detective stories, like the ones he read back in England, only the cases would include Narnian creatures

she’d write clever notes inside them, having read them first, making it more difficult for him to figure out the murderer

eventually they’d start competing over who can figure out the culprit first

(Edmund would usually win, much to Susan’s complaints of “he cheated”)

Lucy would write him a book of their family adventures complete with colorful illustrations and written in perfect script

it would include a snippet of his story with the White Witch as well, accompanied by an illustration of a petulant, pouting Edmund asking to become taller, at which point Edmund would just smile

and hug Lucy with all his might for making it so obvious he’d been a foolish child

every time he’d read it, the ridiculousness of the illustrations would make him laugh through his grief

Lucy:

she’d get gifts from half the land, having travelled around and made friends everywhere she went

she’d send them all handwritten, personalised thank-you cards back along with some simple trinkets

Edmund would complain about it being unfair how she gets handmade chocolates from the cooks

and pastries from the bakeries in town

she’d just laugh and tell him he should go out more often instead of staying inside like a hermit all the time

but she’d share (some of) the food with everyone

(not quite ready to give up the chocolates)

her siblings would all compete about who can make her react the most actively with their gift

and they would all spoil her immensely

Peter would give her the oddest little books from local bookshops

stuff like “How to climb on the back of a centaur without them noticing” or “10 tips to becoming a faun in your free time”

often they’d be falling apart or covered in odd marks

which would just make seeing Lucy’s reaction funnier

but also paints and paintbrushes because he knows how quickly she uses them up

she’d surprisingly get her best daggers from Susan because she’s all for self-defense

all kinds of daggers, from tiny ones meant to be hidden in sleeves, to ones as long as her calf

then again, Susan would also get her etiquette guides every year

Lucy would just use them to keep her desk from wobbling or as target practice for her throwing daggers

it would drive Susan mad (which is partly why Lucy would do it) but she’d end up shrugging and mumbling about how they were at least being put to good use

Edmund would be the most likely to win their competition

he’d spoil her the most which means Multiple Gifts

one year he’d get her a very badly knitted lion toy

the next a very badly knitted mr tumnus

and it would become tradition to give her badly knitted toys or pieces of clothing

but then he’d also give her gifts like pressed flowers from his adventures

and jars full of water from the no-longer-frozen frozen river or the beavers’ dam, jars of honey from the lantern waste and little trinkets from his travels

because he knows how much she likes to stick them in scrapbooks or keep them on her shelf

most of the time, she’d be with him on adventures, so it made it that much more difficult to hide the gifts

they’d also have to stay hidden for a very long time

once he gives her a shred of a Narnian flag from the Battle of Beruna and she weeps from the overwhelming memories coming up suddenly