#woolen trench coat

[soleilapproves]

If you find it in you to still love me - part 1 / 3

(scientist!geto suguru x reader)

plot:

What’s worse than being accidentally sent to a parallel universe by a coworker you hate?

The answer: said universe being the dimension where you and your nemesis of a coworker are deeply in love.

chapter based tags: fem/afab!reader, physics and neuroscience jargon (I swear it’s nothing too intricate), enemies to lovers(ish)

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The large auditorium was filled with bright eyed physicists, neurologists, and journalists from all over the world. Why wouldn’t it be? You, one of the intelligent scientists who is working on a five-year long secret project under the government, was presenting it to the world. Making this presentation its official debut (right after there was a press conference done to announce that the government had created a machine to travel to different parallel universes with.)

You just had to stay confident. You knew what you were doing—creating history. At least the bright stage lights made it almost impossible to see your audience.

“There have been rumors and there have been conspiracies about this. Many false claims as well, but I’m here to bare it all. Ladies and gentlemen, introducing, the Dimension Shifter 8.” The large screen behind you projects the image of a small chair with a helmet attached to it.

Uncannily, It looked like an electric chair.

“I know, I know, the design is a little…unsettling.” Your joke earns you a few laughs. “But, it actually represents the basis of the principle behind parallel universes.”

Hundreds of eyes trailed your figure as you walked across the stage to a table with a glass of water. It was kept there in case you got thirsty or cotton-mouthed mid speech. You take a small sip and place the glass down.

“I just created a new reality. By taking a sip of water, I created a new reality. Crazy, isn’t it? Because somewhere out there, is a dimension where I didn’t take a sip of water and continued with my speech.”

You hear faint scratches of pencils and pens against notepads and you giggle internally, thinking how a few years ago, you were in the exact same position.

“You see, different realities stem from right here,” you say as you tap your temple. “Your consciousness is split into multiple different universes. This machine just helps you travel to them. Ergo, your body doesn’t change. Just your consciousness.”

The scratches get a little louder.

“So, for example, say that I travelled to a universe where I was a man instead of a woman, I’d be conscious about the change in my body and so would my ‘other’ self.” He’d be a man aware that he’s in this—“ you point down your body with your index finger “—a woman’s body. Fascinating, isn’t it?”

The presentation goes surprisingly well considering how nervous you were and the questionnaire that followed afterwards had exhausted you to the bone.

You were finally going to get the full night’s rest you’d been craving for the past few years. Working on one of mankind’s greatest inventions was taxing and you’d been holding on to your sanity by the threads of caffeine and free pastries in the break room.

But as soon as you entered your hotel room, you were surprised with a loud pop and confetti all over your woolen grey trench coat. At least you had packed your lint roller with you.

Your coworkers gathered around you, patting your back, giving you hugs and congratulating you on being the most popular panelist at the convention.

“It was so crazy, I swear one of the other panelists only had like, what? Ten listeners? People were tripping over each other to get a seat for your presentation!” Gojo clamored as he patted your head.

“Well, it was our work. I just presented it,” you bashfully replied as you walked over to your closet, taking off your coat to hang it in.

“Still, you’re the face of it and your credentials are what drove people to you. Which is why we’re going out to celebrate. Yaga’s buying,” Shoko said as she handed you a red solo cup. The ominous smell of the liquid inside was enough to tell you that it was another one of her famous cocktails that was guaranteed to get a person sloshed with one sip.

“Um…I’d love to drink this but my tolerance is not what it used to be back in college,” you say as you move away from Shoko and instead pull out your sleepwear from your closet. “I think I’m just gonna turn in for the night. You guys go out.”

Your coworkers looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. “Uh, did you not hear Shoko? Yaga’s buying. Even Nanami’s coming along and he’s a philosophical drunk. It’ll be fun, come on,” Gojo wrapped his long arms around you and gave you puppy dog eyes.

The man was more of an overbearing child than a scholar with multiple degrees.

You looked around the room, and everyone looked at you with hopeful eyes except for one person—Geto Suguru. He wasn’t even making eye contact, too busy with his pupils trained on his phone.

It didn’t surprise you that he hadn’t even spoken a word since you’d entered the room. The man despised your guts since the day you two had known each other.

You weren’t even sure why he felt that way. He just began throwing condescending remarks at you and simply ignored you right after work hours. Going as far as to pretending like you didn’t exist when you saw him at the same grocery store as you.

But the man finally broke his silence when Gojo began unnaturally whining. “Let it go. I told you she wouldn’t come,” he said without looking away from his phone. “Yaga texted me that he’s waiting downstairs. Said he’ll take back his offer if he doesn’t see us in five.”

All your colleagues (except Geto) gave you one last longing look, hoping that you’d change your mind and you simply shook your head. “I’m really tired,” you sighed out.

There was a collective groan from Shoko and Gojo but Nanami simply patted your back to congratulate you one last time as the trio walked out—leaving you and Geto alone in your room.

Geto walked over and stopped when he was nearly toe-to-toe with you. His obsidian gaze raked over your exhausted figure as his scent clouded your personal space.

You can’t help but feel exposed and self conscious for wearing a figure hugging dress, despite its modesty in length. Your heels help you feel taller than you usually do next to him but it’s of no avail because he still has to bend his neck to make eye contact.

He smelled like coffee and fragrant talcum. You had the scent memorized. It had a special seat in your amygdala, years of memories of working with him rushing into your head every time you smelled something faintly familiar.

You peered up at him with half-lidded eyes, sleep already taking over every single cell, melatonin slowly secreting into your system.

“I was there today…watching you. It was good.” His voice was smooth and rich; your skin felt like it was melting and fusing to the fibers of your linen pencil dress.

“I—“

Before you could thank him for his unexpected compliment, he had already brushed past you with a momentary palm on your waist and walked out the door.

The slamming of your door had jolted you out of your clouded haze.

—

Bright minds can also be catty. It’s what you’ve learned after being in academia and later on joining industrial research.

You just didn’t think that people would do it when the government was paying them to create something that elevated humanity to the next step of being a supreme civilization.

After the announcement of the Dimension Shifter 8, the federal research institute you were working under had announced for the need of human subjects to test out the machine. It had worked perfectly fine on animals with higher intelligence, such as monkeys, but now it was time to see if a person who had just travelled dimensions could give their own accounts of what they saw.

Meaning, the next half of your project was about to begin: the effects of one’s consciousness quantum jumping to another world.

There were a steady number of applicants who had sent their info in (mainly due to the compensation money) and they were set arrive the next morning.

“You cannot possibly expect me to work closely with him again. I can handle the final touches myself,” you tried to convince Yaga as your trainers squeaked against the lab facility’s tiles. The man was exceptionally tall at six feet and three inches, making it hard for your shorter stature to catch up with his much larger, and relaxed pace.

“I know you can. But Geto himself suggested that he should be there to correct and verify every tweak you make. He was adamant about it so I let him join,” the older man said nonchalantly. His years of being a Principal Investigator had taught him not to worry about employee dynamics.

Who cares about mental stability, amirite?

“Wait, Geto insisted? Does he know that it’s me who’ll be working with him?”

“Yeah,” Yaga coolly replied. Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull. Either the man wanted to torture you or didn’t trust you enough to do anything.

You think it’s both.

Yaga ignores your clamoring when he walks into his office to settle into the massage chair a government official had oh so gratefully gifted him after the machine’s first prototype had been completed.

“Now, I’m exhausted and you have a whole night’s work ahead of you. Chop, chop!”

With a huff and a finger rubbing your temple, you walk to the authorized personnel restricted lab, where the greatest invention of mankind since instant noodles sat (this has been your opinion since you were a broke college student. The success of your career still cannot buy the rush of serotonin you’d get when you’d slurp the ultra processed, floppy noodles from a paper cup after a long day of studying and sucking up to professors.)

You immediately walk to the storage area where all the things you’ll need are kept: converters, amplifiers and, electrodes.

You carry them all in a cardboard box and place them on the counter next to the machine, which was placed on a small stage in the middle of the lab.

Your eyes glanced at the wall clock. It had been an hour since the work day had ended, and you half expected Geto to arrive much earlier due to his heavy distrust in you.

But surprisingly, he was late.

You continued tweaking the machine, checking the wires and tightening certain bolts. You noticed that the helmet adjuster was jammed so you tightened the screws and applied more lubricant for smoother movement.

You still weren’t convinced that the adjuster would move well so you sat in the chair and pulled down the helmet on your head. And as you had predicted, the adjuster stopped working as you tried to pull up the helmet. “Bingo,” you mumbled to yourself as you recorded the improvements you had made in past hour in your report book.

“Now, I’m just gonna slink out—“

“Planning on being a test subject? What? Yaga cut your pay or something?” Geto’s deep voice jolted you out of your work rhythm. You were still sitting in the chair when he had walked in.

The man effortlessly exuded charm. Compared to you, he was much more well dressed at work, sporting a simple long sleeved polo under his lab coat. Instead of ratty trainers, he wore comfortable ankle boots, making him look more like an attractive and laidback software engineer than an uptight physicist. His hair was always pulled back in a neat half-man bun, and sometimes he’d tie it up completely, giving you a small peak at the tattoos snaking up to the base of his neck.

Not that you thought about his naked, broad back that often. He just had good proportions and you were curious about his gym routine. Though you’d slap yourself on your face in front of the world before asking him that.

“The adjuster was stuck. I was just checking what’s wrong with it. Now I know,” you flatly answered.

“Sure,” he retorted as he grabbed a screw driver and squatted on the ground next to you as you were still sitting on the machine.

The fragrant smell of talcum wafted around you again. It was oddly comforting. Habitual even, with the way your brain would send phantom signals to your nose whenever you’d read his name on lab reports and research papers.

“I could’ve taken care of this by myself, you know. As much as you hate to admit it, I’m just as smart as you. I can figure out tiny mistakes.” You didn’t like the fact that you were basically being babysat by someone—you felt like your work was being questioned.

And by a peer of all people.

“Why didn’t you just ask Nanami to work with me?”

“He’s going on a date today.”

“Nobara? Gojo?”

“Said they didn’t wanna work overtime.” His replies were curt. Much like his concern for you.

“So you just decided to work until the next morning cause you’re such a deligient scientist?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” Geto stared at you like he was going to swallow you whole. You could hear everything from how close he was next to you. The faint sound of him exhaling through his nose, his lab coat rustling as he continued working on the adjuster, and the slick sound of him licking his lips.

It kind of sounded like—

The lab is not a sexy place to be hot and bothered.

He didn’t wait for your answer though. He simply used his screw driver to tap on your report book that was sitting on your lap.

He changed the subject, “What have you done so far?”

“Uh, this and that. I was actually calibrating the machine when I noticed that the adjuster wasn’t—“

“You were calibrating?” His tone suddenly goes from deep and smooth to sharp and calculating.

“Yeah,” you replied with a small yet concerned voice.

“You did turn off the machine after that, right?”

Your brain was fuzzy. You couldn’t recall. The dread sitting in the pit of your stomach weighed you down, preventing you from moving your head and checking if the machine was on.

Were you… no, no way.

His focus had entirely shifted to you, screwdriver abandoned in the toolbox. He moved to sit across you, still on the ground.

“Hey, look at me, Did you turn off the machine? I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” Your eyes were wide with terror.

“Geto, I need you to look at the oscillograph,” you rasped out. Cold sweat began to trickle down your neck, wetting the collar of your shirt. You were starting to feel nauseous and lightheaded.

His glanced at the monitor behind you and his jaw went slack. “Okay, listen to me, I need you to be completely calm, when I tell you this—the machine is on and you’re being transported as we speak. Don’t move. We don’t know what could happen to you.”

“Geto, you need to get me out, please. I’m really scared,” you sobbed as tears began to flow down your face.

You didn’t give a damn about looking pathetic to your hated coworker because your brain was just about to be turned into quantum smoothie (no matter how hard you wanted to believe in your abilities of invention, there was still a small chance that this machine would destroy your consciousness on an atomic level.)

“It’s okay, I’m right here. For all we know, more than half of your current consciousness may have already travelled to another dimension. It would be dangerous to stop the machine now.” You could only wail harder at his conclusion.

His large hand holds your cheek as he earnestly looks into your tear-filled eyes. “I swear I will map the dimension you’re going to and bring you back in one piece. Just remember that I—“

Static fills your senses before you can hear Geto complete his sentence.

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I haven’t proofread this so I’m sorry for any mistakes 😔

[iris-qt]

𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚖

☕️ ʙʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴢᴀʙɪɴɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☕️ ʙɢ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ: ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ!

☕️ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

☕️ ᴀ/ɴ: ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰɪᴄ ɪᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ

☕️ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʙʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴢᴀʙɪɴɪ ꜱᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ��ᴍ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ…ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

“Order for Blaise..er Zucchini?”

Blaise scoffed, rolling his eyes as the frazzled ginger barista in that muggle café tarnished his name. He strode up to the counter, grabbing his nightly cup of coffee.

“Cool name, man,” the barista said, and Blaise couldn’t help but think he bore an uncanny resemblance to Ron Weasley. Don’t be silly, Blaise. Not all gingers look the same. 

Blaise answered him with a disdainful look and walked off, into the cold winter air. Winter break from Hogwarts was great and all; aside from the fact his father forced him to intern at the Ministry. He had just finished his shift and was in much need of some coffee. As difficult as it was for him to admit, muggles sure knew how to brew some nice, strong coffee. Bitter and pure black bean juice. Just the way he liked it.

His black woolen trench coat billowed around him as he braved the winter wind, finally entering back into wizarding London. He walked down the usual high streets, sipping his scalding hot coffee every now and then. Of course Blaise could just apparate home, but why would he be in any rush to return? He’d already spent all day at the Ministry doing his father’s tedious, excruciating paperwork and his return back home would simply include interrogation from his father about the manner in which he completed the paperwork.

Work, work, and more work. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

He detoured to the wide luxury streets filled with shops selling the most high-brand robes and cloaks. Looking around, Blaise passed the vast marble building known to be the largest wizard art museum. Domus Artium. Latin for The House of Arts. There was a small line of well-dressed witches and wizards milling about and making their way in. Upon closer inspection to a giant plastered poster, there was some sort of art curator and historian event occurring. 

Blaise couldn’t stop his curiosity and made his way inside…

Moving art as far as the eye could see. Nighttime is when the portraits no longer have to stay in their own frames and act polite to the museum’s visitors. Night is when they could run free and visit their friends in a frame in another wing. He’d never been to this museum despite living so close. His family only valued art when it served to display their wealth and power.

He strode inside, aware he was not invited, but it wasn’t his fault the man in charge of the guests that came in was too busy talking up some older woman. Plus, he was Blaise Zabini. What were they going to do? Kick him out? Laughable.

He was walking down the corridor which contained a few people observing the paintings. Looking behind him to make sure he was clear, he rounds the corner and runs into someone, yelping as his coffee flies into the air.

The person he ran into expertly flicks their wand and freezes the coffee in midair, returning it back to the cup and the cup back in Blaise’s outstretched hand.

“Are you supposed to be here?” you smirk, slightly surprised at Zabini’s presence at your gallery. He straightens his black formal shirt and gazes warily at you.

“Y/L/N..uh yes..I’m a huge art enthusiast,” he scratches the back of his head as you lean in teasingly, taking in his familiar expensive scent. Was that black cherry? You could never puzzle it out. You mused at his slightly panicked expression. You had a knack for always catching Blaise at his worst moments. 

“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite art piece in this gallery?”

Blaise, however, found you absolutely infuriating. Such a know-it-all. He thought the worst part about it was that you acted so clueless and normal…then you pounced with your genius knowledge. Absolutely infuriating. Everything about you. From your perfectly styled hair to your little uniform you were wearing that just so happened to accentuate every possible curve…

He shook his head. No way he was falling prey to your witchy charms. He’d never be caught dead.

“That’s quite a difficult question. So many pieces come to mind.”

“Oh I’m sure,” you smile, biting back a louder laugh at this piece of gorgeous free entertainment that just waltzed into your domain.

“I suppose the one with the ballerinas.”

“I sure hope you’re not talking about that one painting on the History of Magic O.W.L. exam last year?”

He sighs, realizing there was no way in hell he’d get past you. Well, he wasn’t quite sure how you were here in the first place. He wasn’t aware you held any high place in society.

“Don’t you think dressing up as a museum curator to sneak in seems a bit desperate?” he smirks, looking you up and down in your formal uniform, flicking your little name tag. 

“For your information, Zabini, I work here on breaks,” you dramatically spread out your arms, grinning “welcome to my crib.” 

He scoffs in response. “You expect me to just believe you got a flexible job at an esteemed place such as this?”

“My family owns this place, genius.”

He raises an eyebrow in surprise. Surely he’d know if you held such a high place in society.

“Merlin, you don’t know anything about art do you, Zabini? Not even my family name?”

He averts his eyes. There’s nothing he hated more than admitting he was wrong or didn’t know something. That’s precisely why he found you so frustrating for he was always somehow in the wrong when it came to you.

To his surprise, and to yours as you’re not sure where this burst of confidence came from, you grabbed his hand and began leading him down a darkened corridor, blocked off by a sign that said ‘DO NOT ENTER’. His hand was cold from the harsh winds outside and you grasped it, hoping he would find some warmth in you. Blaise was someone you’d always felt content with. He wasn’t intimidated by you nor was he avoidant. He resisted every teasing comment and challenging situation you threw at him. He was insanely stubborn and arrogant. And you lived for it. His little frustrated faces and his neverending efforts to upend you. You could spend the rest of your life doing that with this man that was now in your grasp.

“Perhaps you need another set of eyes because that sign clearly advised us not to submerge ourselves in this dark hall,” Blaise deadpanned, attempting to hide the shiver of excitement your touch brought him. You were warm and he had to fight the urge to bury his ice cold nose in your neck. Thank Merlin it was pitch black so you couldn’t see his flustered expression.

With a mutter of a spell, the entire room you had led them into lit up. The floating candles burst with warm flames, dancing along the walls, as some of the remaining figures in the portraits grumbled as they awoke. 

“My apologies, Hecate,” you muttered to a painting of the powerful ancient Greek goddess of magic who was glaring at you from her lounge chair.

Blaise couldn’t help but be in awe of the various paintings lining the walls. Of course the walls of Hogwarts were littered with various paintings, but none as skillfully made as these.

“Gorgeous, aren’t they?” you leaned your elbow on Blaise’s shoulder simply to fluster him, looking up at his sculpted, ethereal face. Merlin, if you took Blaise to the marble statue portion of the museum, it wouldn’t be hard to observe the godly resemblance between statue and Zabini.

“I can’t believe I’ve never visited this place..” Blaise mutters under his breath, gazing in awe at the various works of art. This beautiful building was just a few blocks from his penthouse home, and he could not believe he had never stepped foot inside. He knew now that he could get lost in here for hours among the art.

And that’s precisely what you and Blaise did. You slowly made your way around the room, stopping at the plaques so Blaise could read the information and facts about the paintings. You’d already memorized most of them, so you took the time to study his gorgeous face. Hours went by as the clock waned down to the wee hours of 3 am. Sharing in little quips and jokes, Blaise became aware of why he always found you so fascinating. Why he ceased to be interested in anyone else from his first moments with you. You were so passionate and beautiful as they circled the various rooms of the vast museum. He loved standing, observing the paintings, while being shoulder to shoulder with you. Heart coming to life at the slightest touch.

The sleepless night brought a sense of delirium as you couldn’t contain your laughter. You and Blaise walked around, tripping over each other, giggling like little maniacs at the silliest things. Distant noises, certain paintings, gossip that Blaise oh so loved to share,

“Is it just me, or does that troll resemble Crabbe?” You gestured, snickering, toward a painting of an Icelandic troll, who was kicking a rotted tree stump.

“What? I assumed that was a self portrait?” Blaise burst into yet another fit of laughter 

A nearby cherub began playing its harp, the melancholy music reverberating around the circular marble room. The candles twinkled, wax dripping down and evaporating into twinking magic before they could fall any further. The crescent moon was visible from the domed glass ceiling, and as you looked up, Blaise gazed at the moon reflected in your smiling eyes. In a trance, he watched you; a goddess in the moonlight.

“Earth to Zabini?” you waved your hand in front of his face, laughing softly at his dazed expression.

On a whim, Blaise held out his silver ring-clad hand; slender fingers reaching for yours in the atmosphere of the ethereal harp music.

“May I have this dance?” he said, smirking his smitten smirk.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his cheesy grin but, of course, take this beautiful man’s hand anyway, his rings cold to the touch. 

He gently held your hand as he sweeped you around the candlelit room; eyes meeting under the twinkling flames. Blaise’s deep eyes, usually cold, melted like milk chocolate at the sight of you twirling. He held you as gently as if you were a fractured ancient statue. As if you could break at a touch. He never wanted this moment to end. He never wanted to leave your museum. He could stay here forever. 

The moment ended and the both of you broke apart. The cherub in the painting ceased to play its harp with one last, hauntingly beautiful note. Blaise couldn’t help but gaze upon you in the dim light. He couldn’t help but realize that this was the most magical day of his life. And he’s literally a wizard. You leaned in and hugged him tight, face buried in his chest. You never wanted this to end. You wanted to be held in his arms forever. But alas every moment must end, as your aunt briskly walked into the room, her echoing footsteps warning you fast enough to pull apart before she could see. She looked frazzled, holding a small piece of parchment.

“Y/n...Mr. Zabini what are you doing in my museum?” She looked slightly angry.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” You walked up to her, looking nervous at her unusually negative expression.

“Mr. Zabini’s father has sent me a letter stating that witnesses saw his son walk in here and it looks like they were not incorrect,” she glares at you. “Do you know what time it is, Y/N? Its 4am. Why would you sneak him in here?”

“Auntie, calm down. We just lost track of time..”

“Lost track of time?? Do you know what his father could do to our museum? With one bad review in the Daily Prophet we could be practically shut down. We’re definitely on his bad side now…” your aunt muttered, hiding her face in her hands.

Blaise walks up and addresses your aunt “Mrs. Y/L/N, I assure you this was all my own fault. I was curious to see what event was going on and got distracted by your wonderful collection of art. I deeply apologize and I shall profusely inform my father this is my own doing and ensure your museum will not be bashed in the Daily Prophet. My job is to overlook the writing my father sends out anyway,” he warmly smiles at her.

After she walks away, convinced and apologizing for her outburst, you turn to Blaise, folding your arms teasingly.

“Looks like you were out past your bedtime, Zabini.”

He scoffs fondly, taking your waist in his arms again, leaning his head on you. You couldn’t help but blush as that, averting your confident gaze much to Blaise’s amusement.

“You work here everyday during this break, right?”

“Mhm.”

He grins widely, his gorgeous chocolate skin breaking into smile lines that you had to fight the urge to kiss.

“I’ll be visiting everyday for…research purposes,” he winks dramatically and you can’t help but laugh.

“I’d be more than happy to assist you on your research endeavors, Blaise.”

“Perfect, because I’ll be specifically requesting you,” he whispers, gaze averting to your lips.

You lean up to reach his perfect lips and they connect, a flame brighter than all the candles on the ceiling igniting within the both of you. 

[bardic-tales]

Hey there! Can I ask for some fun facts about Bianca? Ramble away!!

Hello! Thank you so much for the ask and your interest in my dear Bianca. I hope you are having a wonderful day or night! She is currently my favorite.

I just want to say that Fantasy Worlds Collide is a fusion of original and fandom content. It is very canon divergent.

General Facts

Bianca was created 28 years ago, a month after the release of Final Fantasy VII OG. Her character has been developed alongside every new FF VII media release. This including books and Advent Children. She has seen multiple iterations since her creation in 1997, including her FF VII version, an original content version, and an Inuyasha version.

As an ongoing character, her development is constantly evolving. With every new project, particularly in Fantasy Worlds Collide, Bianca continues to grow and change, reflecting a deeper part of her and my personalities, since I'm fascinated with what makes a person tick.

In 1997, her original version of her character was a Shinra scientist. Some of that backstory can still be found in my antagonist: Diana Ravenscroft, one of Hojo's assistants.

She has over an hour playlist. This is her current theme song.

Fun facts and facts about her backstory under the cut.

Cute Facts

Bianca has a secret love of baking. She will often experiment with recipes when she and Sephiroth are just hanging around. She likes to decorate her baked good with celestial themes.

Bianca often can be found on the porch outside of the cabin she built up with reality-bending magic. She would be snuggled up in a oversized sweater, trench coat, woolen mittens, and a woolen beanie with a fluffy pom-pom. She loves to read her favorite romantic tragedies.

She likes to draw little cartoons of herself and Sephiroth in a secret journal, complete with heart-shape doodles and whimsical depictions of their planetary 'take-over'. She would NEVER show Seph this.

Bianca has a very gentle side. She allows Sephiroth to groom her wings, removing pinfeathers, etc. She has to be preened and he doesn't, since he just manifests his wing.

She writes heartfelt mini love letters, tucking each one in corners of her home for Sephiroth to find.

Bia has a soft spot for ravens. Like them, she likes to collect shiny little trinkets that remind her of things.

She likes to name constellations after her loved ones. She'll point up into the night sky and tell them that She calls this constellation after them. There is a bright one that she calls 'Aurora' after her daughter.

When she is alone, she will hum a lullaby to herself. This lullaby is one her human mother would sing to her. She sung it for Sephiroth while he was sleeping with her hand gently running through his hair. She also sung it for her children.

Fun Facts

Content Warnings: abuse, body horror, cosmic horror, cults, demonic, extreme violence, obsession, psychological distress, trauma.

Hades and Persephone symbolize Bianca and Sephiroth's relationship. The only exception here is that Bianca is more of a dark Persephone and Sephiroth would never let her return to Earth or the Celestial Realm for half of the year.

Bianca and Sephiroth have two children together: Aurora and Lucien. These children were 'poofed' into existence through her reality-bending magic. She loves them fiercely. Each of their personalities have some of Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo's personalities in them, as she feels grief that she was not a better 'mother' to those boys and participated in a second Reunion.

Bianca is not just an agent of chaos, but she is a being of profound transformation. She will eventually come to accept her role in bringing about the destruction and eventual rebirth of Creation, where she will place Sephiroth as the supreme god (and herself as the supreme goddess).

Bianca is a fallen celestial with both angelic and demonic roots. Once she reaches her full power, she will be extremely powerful, but as is, she is an unstable being. Her father, Azrakiel is known as Asmodeus. He participated in the civil war in the Celestial Realm. Her mother is named Seraphine. She is now a living conscious in Bianca's head, sort of like Jimney Cricket.

I headcanon Sephiroth to be 6'7. Bianca is only 5'0. They make a striking couple in public due to their height differences.

Noctemaris is a tachi that embodies corruption and evil. Its a supernatural blade which is marked with dark inscriptions. It is sentient in a way.

In contrast to Noctemaris, Solstice is her other weapon. It symbolizes purity and righteousness. Bianca can NOT wield it due to her corruption, as her mother placed an enchantment on the blade to prevent anyone who has ill intentions to be able to use it.

Bianca's wings are a mix of indigo and black feathers. They are large, compared to her 5' height. Most of my celestial have impressive wingspans.

Her true form is actually a cosmic horror being: a shadow dragon. She is an eldritch creature that is 55 feet long with a 45 foot wingspan. Her body is covered in smoky black feathers, with dozens of purple eyes scattered across her wings, body, and tail. There is also tendrils that are connected to her sides. These writhe and last out to suck the life out of her enemies. These eyes blink independently but they all look at her target when she focuses on someone.

Her humanoid form has long black hair, indigo eyes with slitted pupils, and sharp fangs. She has indigo and black wings. She also has a prehensile tongue which Sephiroth appreciates.

Her wardrobe consists of a battle outfit and every day clothes. She wears dark attire: a leather biker's vest, onyx plated spaulders, and a black trench coat. At home, she likes softer clothing: oversized sweaters, comfy trousers, and a cream trench coat.

Bianca and Sephiroth share a very mystical bond. This is a soulmate AU. The two are bound by an emotional and telepathic connection. This bond allows them to feel each other's pain and emotions, dulling it for the injured / emotional party and amplifying it for the other person, making their connection truly heartbreaking. They can also see each other's memories.

Her love for Sephiroth is consuming. She has an obsession with him that has driven her to make extreme decisions and even sacrifice her own sense of self to be with her. That devotion knows no bounds, even when it comes to following his more darker path.

Bianca can converse with departed souls, since she is a celestial (divine being). This is even the cast when her soul is stuck inside her human host.

Back on Earth, Bianca was a romance novelist. She writes about love and passion and danger. These themes resonated with her own experiences at the time.

She is bilingual in a few languages: Abyssal, Aramaic, Celestial, Enochian, Gaian (which is what I headcanon the name for the FF VII language is called), and some corporate jargon from the time she was confined by Shinra.

Bianca has a deep connection with the cosmos, as she is a celestial being. She longs for the Celestial Realm and to feel the Eternal Moonlight upon her skin. As Celestials are not allowed to love mortals, she gave all of that up for Sephiroth. In return, once he had fallen into the Lifestream, he ended up creating a dreamscape for her: that resembled the Celestial Realm. Using their bond, he was able to tap into Seraphine and Seraphine's memory. This dreamscape is where she retreated during the night when she was held captive.

She also has a phobia of mirrors as they remind her of her experiments. Due to being a celestial, she was awake through most of them, hallucinating, but she could see her form being cut open in the chrome of the lights over head and other objects.

She is terrified of chocobo. This is because when she and Sephiroth were making their way across the Western Continent to get her to the Northern one and North Crater the chocobo he 'borrowed' for the travel ended up bolting away from Sephiroth with Bianca barely conscious upon him.

Backstory Facts:

Content Warnings: abuse, betrayal, bloodshed, kidnapping, murder, psychological trauma, torture, vivisection, violence.

Bianca and Sephiroth's bond is a manifestation of their intertwined souls, both light and dark, forged through cosmic prophecy, destined to reshape the Creation.

The Creator's attempt to sever Bianca and Sephiroth's destiny by splitting their soul into two halves only strengthen their connection, ensuring the prophecy's fulfillment.

Seraphine used her abilities to send Bianca forward in time as a fetus to ensure she remains free of Asmodeus' machinations. This was the ultimate self-sacrifice, as she now exists solely within Bianca's thoughts.

She was raised by Sarah and David Moore. Sarah ended up being murdered by a cult who worshiped Asmodeus and wished to send Bianca's soul back to him and the Abyssal Realm.

Bianca spent 10 to 18 running from the cult. Her and David would stay at one city for six months before moving on to the next. She lived a transient life.

Her first love, Krista, was a member of the cult of Asmodeus. Krista's betrayal forced Bianca to choose between survival and love. In a heartbreaking confrontation, Bianca killed Krista, severing her innocence and forcing her to mistrust everyone. The interesting thing about this is she was 16; the same age that Sephiroth was when he himself became really guarded due to events on Rhadore and Rosen and Team Glenn.

Bianca's bond with Mordecai Delacroix, a vampiric incubus and CEO, became really friendly. They would eventually marry and Bianca became 'queen' of his Clutch, so to say. This arrangement was completely platonic and the marriage went unconsummated.

At 20, Asmodeus finally caught up with Bianca. He skinned her alive, which awakened her dormant celestial and demonic blood, marking the beginning of her transformation into a goddess of light and shadow.

Mordecai's final act of devotion was sacrificing his life to save Bianca from Asmodeus. He pushed her and Noctemaris through a portal, leaving her devastated, unable to return home until she figured out how to use her space-temporal powers or Noctemaris. She is forever changed.

Bianca's journey through the Etheral nexus, a liminal space between dimensions, leads her to Planet, where her soul is drawn there by Sephiroth and his current crisis by their soul-bond.

Bianca's arrival at the Underground Library marks a turning point in her life, She is pulled into his world. For seven days, Bianca and Sephiroth share an intense, passionate bond. Their connection is based upon trauma bonding and their soul-bond amplifying their emotions.

Her celestial aura and Jenova's influence play ping-pong with Sephiroth's pysche. This gives him moments of lucidity as he slowly goes mad. Jenova's Influence finally takes control after they make love for the first time, causing Sephiroth to lock her in the archival chamber (he always says to protect her) and go down into Nibelheim.

Witnessing Sephiroth's descent into madness during the Nibelheim Incident, Bianca struggles to remain sane, herself. She begins to question if her emotions are being influenced by their soul-bond, but she accepts that she loves him. She goes into Nibelheim to save him, escaping the locked room by using Abyssal Rifts. Thanks to Noctemaris.

Sephiroth choosing Jenova over her -- his destiny over their love -- serves as a catalyst for her descent into darkness. The pain of watching him step off the reactor floor and fall into the mako below while cradling Jenova's head shattered her.

Bianca becomes a subject in Project N, where Hojo bleeds her for her demonic blood and Diana vivisects her. Each scientist has their own reason doing this. Diana wants to learn the secret of Bianca's immortality; Hojo wants her blood as it was shown to slow the degradation in the SOLDIERs. This project was abandoned soon after Bianca escaped. While it did slow down the degradation for a little bit, their cellular breakdown increased rapidly afterward. This project scarred her physically, psychologically, and emotionally.

Infusions of Jenova and S-cells into Bianca's veins altered her essence, transforming her appearance and making her powers unstable. These cells bonded with her demonic cells, causing her celestial powers to become corrupted and her celestial essence to slumber.

During her imprisonment and experimentation, Bianca begins to hallucinate, as she begins to see brief visions of Sephiroth, leading her to wonder if their bond was the cause or if it was a manifestation of her fractured mind.

Upon escaping the manor, Bianca becomes a force of chaos. She used her celestial and demonic powers with precision, as she is determined to reunite with Sephiroth no matter the cost. Whether this is a biological response, like Cloud and the Clones, to go to the Reunion or if she wants to truly be with him remains to be seen.

This is one of the only times she uses her claws and fangs in defense. She hates to lose herself completely to her inner demon. She massacred several SOLDIERs and troopers in her bid for freedom. The downside of her escape was that neither Diana or Hojo was there at the Manor at the time. She would have murdered them.

Finally, after Sephiroth learned that he could possess clones as vessels to move about Gaia, the first thing he did was take control of the clone SC-X to come and rescue Bianca from the labs. SC-X was a Wutain who was 'kidnapped' by Shinra and pressed into their SOLDIER program, as they were trying to bolster the numbers after Genesis' defection.

Sephiroth had already murdered several people on the manor's grounds and was preparing to go inside through a passage that he had learned about in the Lifestream. He collided with Bianca as he opened the secret door. She smacked right into his chest. Seeing that she was now safe, she ended up collapsing. He flies her up into Mt. Nibel to stabilize her, due to her vivisection.

He never shows it but he was frightened that he was going to lose her that night. It hardened his resolve more to bring about Meteor to drain the Planet and to kill off humanity. His words that he whispered was that those dullards had dared harmed his angel.

And finally my drawing of her. I need to end up making a character sheet. I wish there was more time during the day. Anyway, thanks for the ask and allowing me to ramble. When I ramble, I tend to 'ramble'. lol

Bianca content:

@themaradwrites @whatwedointhecraft @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @seastarblue

@inkandimpressions @arrthurpendragon

[storiesofaot]

Hange Zoe in autumnal colours would look so stunning! Burnt orange, golden yellow, dark red/maroon, olive - those colours would suit her SO well. Trench coats, bomber jackets, paired with A-line skirts in a checkered pattern, or jeans. Woolen sweaters, big hoodies. Brown crossbody bags, or beige jute bags (with lots of books in it, of course!). Ankle boots in brown, black or white (she'd definitely love Chelesea boots!!) 🧡🍂

....yes, I need a cheesy rom-com set in autumn, with Hange Zoë in it! 🥺

[angryducktimemachine]

Now this is a detective who'll be kind and respectful. He will also steal your pocket change tho so idk you win some you loose some.

Was mentioning how the one (1) thing BBC Sherlock was correct about was putting Watson in that sweater. It's also the main thing I remember from when I enjoyed it back in whenever it came out. And then @yamikakyuu suggested that I put Matthäus in the BBC Sherlock coat and well that was an absolute brilliant idea so I went to work. He has never looked more like three rats in a trench coat. I also added a Frederick in said sweater - left his trousers tho because I feel like they're such an important part of his character.

[ID: a digital drawing of Matthäus and Friederick, the artists OC. Matthäus is a three headed Ratfolk with brown fur and Friederick is a gnome with light skin and brown hair in a long braid. Matthäus is wearing a long dark greatcoat with a dark blue scarf. Friederick is wearing a white sweater with short trousers and grey woolen stockings underneath. /End ID]

[flowers-of-io]

14 15 16 Asher Mir

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Turtlenecks, trench coats and thin woolen scarves. Not in a hipster way, but rather the style of that one middle-aged Ancient Christianity professor I had on my first year of uni.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Asher/Ikora! There's such potential for angst and tension there, and I think it'd be easy to see then as narrative foils to each other, especially in Red War times. Two fools coping with loss and stress in the most unhealthy of ways.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

I don't think I have a least favorite ship for him, probably because I rarely see him being shipped with anyone.

[eirian-houpe]

Dies Irae - Chapter 1

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Wicked Witch of the West | Zelena, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Grumpy | Leroy, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Grace | Paige (Once Upon a Time) Additional Tags: AU, Angst, Violence, archeology, psychic questing, Religion, spirituality, Magic, Supernatural - Freeform, Romance, Smut Summary:

A strange man confronts Doctor Belle French after one of her lectures, and claims to need her help. He also claims to know that she is troubled, and can offer her protection. When events transpire that lead Belle to take up that offer, a desperate search begins to find a series of ancient artifacts, and Belle and her friends - both old and new - face increasing danger as they try to secure the artifacts for the powers of good before they can fall into very wrong hands, and possibly threaten every living thing in Storybrooke and beyond!

Chapter One: Ēvincere

Etymology of the English word evince (v.) c. 1600, "disprove, confute," from French évincer "disprove, confute," from Latin evincere "conquer, overcome subdue, vanquish, prevail over; elicit by argument, prove," from assimilated form of ex "out" (see ex-) + vincere "to overcome" (from nasalized form of PIE root *weik- (3) "to fight, conquer"). Meaning "show clearly" is late 18c. Not clearly distinguished from its doublet, evict, until 18c. Related: Evinced; evinces; evincing; evincible.

"And I cannot stress hard enough…”

He didn’t move.  While all around him in the lecture hall, those gathered in unspoken conspiracy seemed to squirm and shift uncomfortably in their places on the long, hard wooden benches, he remained immobile.

“…that if you are coming into archeology with dreams of… fame and fortune; of glory even, then you have been sadly misinformed.”

He sighed - perhaps the first sign of life since he entered the hall - and moved his hands with slow, measured precision, to turn to collar of his black, woolen trench coat up as if to defend against a unwelcome draft. He’d heard this before, several times, and as she continued, almost syllable for syllable, matched her litany.

“Treasure comes in many forms,” he muttered as she spoke, “and it isn’t always - is rarely as a matter of fact - gold or precious artifacts.” He recitation was lifeless and without the passionate inflection with which she spoke.

“But is something more precious still…” She gave a pause then, and in his line of sight, the watcher could separate those that had been caught in her spell, and those that were merely along for the ride. The former leaned, slightly, toward the front of the lecture hall, where the diminutive Doctor Belle French held court, and finished with all the mysteriousness it seemed that she could muster, “Knowledge.”

If she might have continued, he would never know, as the bell signaling the end of the alloted time sounded, and the ever impatient students began stuffing backpacks and tote bags with notebooks and textbooks; wooden boxes full of sharpened pencils and depleted ink pens, and hurried to rise and leave.

Still, he sat immobile, one booted foot up on the desk-like shelf in front of him, the other splayed slight to the side, toward the aisle.  Others along his row shifted impatiently; pointedly waiting for him to take his foot down at least, so they could sidle, inconvenienced, past this apparent miscreant. He didn’t move. He didn’t even respond to the irritated murmuring; never once took his eyes off French as she too began packing away the lecture notes into folders, then the folders into piles on a table already replete with books and other papers.

“Are you gonna move y’foot, mate?”

Apparently, the patience of the nearby attendees had worn thin, or at least their courage had thickened, one or the other.

“Go around,” he said, his voice low and full of gravel, as well as gravitas. It was all he said, and neither did he make any attempt to remove his foot from blocking the way. 

After another moment of immobility, and with the press of other students behind him, the one that had spoken tried again, more threatening this time as he grumbled, “I said move yer foot.”

With the grace of a highly trained dancer, and turning as he did indeed move his foot to stand, he turned to face the student, towering over the younger man as he said quietly, and with patience that somehow held a deadly quality, “And I said, go. Around.”

The student opened his mouth to make a third protest, but as he shifted slightly, something seemed to change the younger man’s mind and, muttering something not quite audible, but he was certain was unlikely to be very complementary, did indeed turn, and pushing the other students ahead of him, moved and exited the row from the other side.

The students were already forgotten though, and he turned his attention back to Doctor French. She was slowly clearing the table in front of the podium of all the books and papers littered there, packing them away in her already overstuffed messenger bag, paying absolutely no heed to the room around her, nor - he guessed - the energies in it. 

When he felt the moment was right, just as the light descended enough to case a beam across the lecture hall and illuminate the dust that had yet to settle, he spoke.

“It isn’t true, you know?” he said. Though his voice was still soft he pitched it so that the acoustics of the hall carried it clearly to the professor. She started slightly, then looked up at him, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the light that concealed him.

“I beg your pardon?” she shot back, her voice terse, a challenge.

“Granted,” he said, and began to slowly descend the steps that flanked the tiers of seats.

“No, that’s not—” she began, slightly flustered, before annoyance got the better of her and she demanded, “I’m sorry - who are you?”

Once he reached the floor, he strode across to her, his trench coat almost billowing, cloak-like behind him, and once close enough held out a hand in her direction.

“My name is Jefferson,” he told her, “And I need your help to do something that I can’t.”

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Belle blinked, then with a slight scoff, and ignoring his still outstretched hand said, “Well you have a very strange way of showing it!” Then she returned to packing her bag.

“In return,” he continued, apparently unmoved by her response, “I may be able to assist you.”

“I don’t need your help,” she snapped. The tone in his voice made the small hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end. Had he been watching her?

“There are powers in this world, Doctor French, who have no regard for the living, nor respect for the dead. I suspect you know the type, if not the very ones of whom I speak.”

She looked up at that, fixing her eyes first on his face, undeniably handsome, but clearly more than a little haunted behind the seriousness of his expression, and then traveling the length of the sombre-clad figure that stood before her, seeming to know more about her than a stranger should.

She couldn’t help but notice the small pin that graced his otherwise unadorned lapel: an equal armed, red cross, their width narrower at the center than they were at the ends, set against a white background that was stark against the black of his coat.

“Now you listen, Mister Je—.”

“Just Jefferson,” he corrected.

“I don’t know who you are, or where you came from,” she tried for indignation, but even to her own ears, the tone spoke more of fear, “or even why you’re here, but—”

“I told you,” he said, his voice soft, “I need your help.”

She frowned, and couldn’t muster an answer, just stood and shook her head.

He raised his long forgotten, outstretched hand to her again, and as if by magic, though she was certain it was slight of hand, he produced a velum business card and held it out to her, clasped between his index and middle finger.

“There’s a man, his name is Mister Gold,” he said. “If you have cause to change your mind, all you have to do is go to him. It’s very important you tell him what’s been going on. He can protect you, but you must tell him exactly what’s been happening. He’ll know what to do.”

He nodded then, just once, to the business card he still held, and hesitantly, she reached for it, and glancing down at it, saw the words that graced the center of the otherwise unadorned card.

“Gold - Antiquarian,” it said, and then in relief around the edges, words that she had to turn the card one way and then the other in order to read. Latin words.

Non nobis Domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo da gloriam.

When she looked up, Jefferson was already gone.

[supernaturalfreakout]

Pang

[History on Your Side—Chapter 10.] Sam Winchester x Reader

Chapter summary: Your arrival back in Kansas is met with a wintery chill and a burning warmth. Unsated desires begin to be explored. *Please see the masterlist for entire work summary and tags* Masterlist | Read on AO3

"Nice wheels!" The words escaped your lips in a frosty breath as you reached the car, the winter air painting your breath in delicate wisps. The setting sun cast elongated shadows over the parking lot, compounding the chill in your bones.

"Thanks," Sam chuckled, flashing you a grin as he loaded your bags in the trunk. "It's not quite the Impala, but... it's got its own charm."

"Dean wouldn't let you take his 'Baby,' huh?" you asked, a playful tease leaving your lips as you recalled the conversation before the ritual.

"Absolutely not!" Sam laughed, his amusement resonating in the crisp air. "He's more attached to that car than he is to me..."

Your laughter mingled with the chilly breeze, prompting you to hug yourself tighter for warmth, despite your layers of clothing. 

Sam, attuned to your discomfort, hurried to open the car door for you. "Hey, jump in, you look freezing..."

You complied, gratefully. December in Kansas never failed to remind you of its icy grip.

As you slid into the passenger seat, the faint scent of aged leather mixed with traces of Sam's cologne greeted you, adding a touch of familiarity to the vintage interior.

Sam closed your door with a gentle click before rounding the car to take his place behind the wheel, sinking into the seat beside you. 

As Sam settled next to you, the outside world faded into insignificance. The interior seemed to shrink, the confined space transforming into a sanctuary of shared intimacy as the proximity between your bodies, the mere inches that separated you, became supercharged with an undeniable energy.

Sam started the ignition, the engine roaring to life before he fumbled with the heater settings. A small trickle of warm air finally emerged from the vents, offering a feeble reprieve from the cold that lingered within the car.

"Sorry..." Sam said, glancing at you apologetically. "The car may have its charms, but the heating system is not one of them..." he chuckled, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

A shiver ran down your spine, the winter chill seeping through the car's thin insulation. "It's fine, Sam... I'm fine," you reassured with a faint smile, though your chattering teeth betrayed you.

"You're an awful liar," he teased, observing your attempt to brush off the discomfort.

A rueful smile graced your lips. "Guilty as charged..." you admitted, concerning to the truth.

Sam huffed in amusement. "Wait here," he said, hopping out of the driver's seat to pop open the trunk.

He returned swiftly, bearing a large, black, woolen trench coat.

"Here" he said, as he offered you the coat.

"Thanks," you murmured, as you immediately wrapped it around yourself like a burrito.

The coat was thick and warm, and it took the edge off your chill. It also smelt like him, a fact that warmed you in a different way.

"Better?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

You met his gaze with gratitude, a cheeky smile playing on your lips as you clutched his coat to you. "Much better, thanks..."

Sam chuckled, a gentle shake of his head accompanying his amusement.

"What?" you prodded, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

"Ah, nothing..." Sam deflected with a smile, glancing in the rear-view mirror.

"Come on..." you nudged him teasingly beneath the cocoon of the coat.

"I'll tell you later..." Sam's gaze held a glint of mystery as he started reversing the car out of the parking spot.

Later... The promise lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the night that stretched ahead.

As Sam navigated onto the road, your anticipation eclipsed the cold, infusing you with a newfound warmth that had nothing to do with the coat.

With the sun setting even further below the horizon, you snuck a glance at the man sitting beside you, his profile bathed in the soft, waning daylight, and a sense of awe enveloped you as you mused at his beauty. You couldn't help but find him captivating. You observed the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel with confident control and the subtle determination etched into his hazel eyes as he focused on the road. His focus was unwavering, you realized, a faint smirk touching your lips as you sensed his extra effort to concentrate. This is as hard for him as it is for me...

The remainder of the drive slipped away in a haze. Lost in thought, you barely registered the transition from the freeway. Conversation between you remained on the surface, deliberately restrained, as if tiptoeing around uncharted territory, afraid to plunge too soon into the depths where unsated desires dwelled. Instead, the journey became a myriad of fleeting glances and escalating tension, each stolen look adding fuel to the fire that was already burning your insides. Thank God it was only a short drive back to your house. Any longer and you thought you might explode.

As the Mercury pulled to a stop outside your house, your mind flashed back to the last time you were here; stood on the sidewalk, leaving Sam behind to go to Mystic Falls. Jeez, was that really a month ago..? Being with Sam again made it feel like no time had passed at all.

"Home sweet home..." Sam remarked, his voice soft as he cast a tender glance your way.

You replied with a smile, unwrapping yourself from his coat with a thankful look.

"Thanks for this," you said, folding the coat neatly in two. As you did, something slipped from its pocket, landing in your seat.

You raised an eyebrow as you inspected the fake FBI badge that had fallen out.

"Agent… Smith?"

"Can't always be Bonham and Peart" Sam retorted with a smirk, knowing you'd appreciate the joke.

"Fair point," you chuckled, slipping the badge back into its pocket.

Sam slipped out of the car and swiftly gathered your bags from the trunk.

You hurried to assist, eager to share the load. "Hey, I'm pretty strong, you know!" A hint of pride laced your tone. "I can handle a few bags."

Sam flashed you a smile, a playful glint in his eye. "I don't doubt that, but... save your energy," he advised, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he began striding toward your house.

Save your energy...? His words echoed in your mind, a teasing jab that made your knees tremble.

You hurried after him, bounding up the steps to your front door.

You fumbled with your keys, sensing Sam's lingering warmth behind you, the anticipation too much to bear. 

As you stepped inside, the warmth of your little townhouse hit you in the face. You had left in such a rush you hadn't even thought to set your heating to holiday mode. Shit...

Before you could dwell on the oversight, Sam closed the front door behind him, the sound snapping you back to the present moment.

As you turned to face him, your heart raced, a whirlwind of adrenaline and lust consuming you, dispersing all logical thought from your brain.

"So, um…" Sam's voice broke the silence, attempting to bridge the gap with conversation. "How does…"

Sam's eyes widened for a split second as he registered the look on your face. His sentence stood no chance.

You were on him in a heartbeat, straining on your tiptoes, tugging on his jacket, aching for the taste you so badly craved.

He yielded immediately, dropping your bags to the floor as he crushed his lips to meet yours in a fiery, desperate kiss.

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Sam's hands gently cupped your face as he reluctantly pried your lips from his. You panted, catching your breath, lips flushed red with the heat of your blood boiling under the surface.

"Hey…" Sam whispered between his own breaths, forehead resting on yours as he caressed the side of your face. "Are you sure about this?"

You pulled back slightly to look him in the eye. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life," you said, with complete conviction. "What, are you not...?" You creased your brow, a hint of worry  in your eyes as you looked back at him, wondering why he was even questioning this.

Sam, immediately taken aback by the hurt in your expression, rushed to reassure you.

"Y/N..." He leaned in to whisper your name in your ear, his hand tracing down your arm to grip your fingers. "Does this… feel like I'm unsure?" He asked, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his straining arousal.

Your breath hitched as you felt the outline of his erection in your hand.

God, he felt huge. You gulped.

Sam breathed in your ear, before moving his lips to your neck. "Feel what you do to me...? Of course I'm sure..." he mumbled against your skin.

Each coming phrase that left his lips was punctuated with agonizingly tender kisses, and nibbles to your neck.

"I've been sure…" Kiss "since the day…" Kiss "I fucking met you." Nip.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you felt his cock twitch under your hand.

"I need you, Y/N…" He stared into your eyes then, as he said your name. "I can't control it…" he purred, gently caressing your face with the back of his fingers.

Your head spun. He is such a fucking tease... And you were lapping it right up.

"Then don't.. " you whispered, as you palmed him through his jeans, staring him dead in the eye.

He groaned.

Heat pooled between your thighs.

"You might regret that..." he warned, in a low, longing tone as he stared down at you with a fiery gaze, now caressing your hair.

The bastard... He knows very well what he's doing...

You bit back, squeezing your hand a little firmer as you peered up at him with your best 'fuck-me' eyes. "Try me."

He all but pounced on you then, pinning you back into the wall, his eyes clouded, heavy with lust. You clung onto his shoulders as he hitched your legs around his waist, pressing his body firmly against you, holding you up by your ass.

Whoa. You suddenly felt very small… delicate… breakable… useable. It was a fucked up thought, but it turned you on to no end.

You could feel his cock against you, just a few layers of clothing between where you needed him... craved him.

He ground his hips into you and you moaned, tilting your head to the ceiling, exposing your neck fully.

Sam seized the opportunity, burying his face into your neck as he kissed… sucked…nibbled… eliciting a series of breathy whimpers from you, as you twined your fingers through his hair.

You strained to roll your hips back into him, but the hold he had you in would not allow for it.

"Samm..." you breathed against his hair.

"Yes, Princess?" he mumbled against your neck.

Fuck. A rush of dopamine flooded your nervous system as you hear him pet-name you.

You panted, your words coming out in a series of breathy whispers. "Need you.... need to feel you... everywhere..." 

Sam removed his mouth from your neck and peered up at you. Jesus, she looks even more hot and desperate than I imagined... She's practically begging me to fuck her...

Sam felt a drop of precum leak at the thought. Shit... not yet. We've waited so long for this…. need to make this good for her... 

"Is that right?" Sam breathed against your lips as he squeezed your ass, your upper back still pressed hard against the wall.

"Mhmm..." you hummed in response.

"Huh? What was that?" Sam teased, a telling shade in his voice and glint in his eye as he scanned your face with a collected calm.

Gulp. You knew that look—that possessive stare and authoritative tone only found in someone who could scratch that itch you so desperately craved. Fuck... I knew it. You couldn't help the small smile that formed on your lips as you averted your gaze in submission.

You feel his gaze rake over you, neurons short circuiting as he took in your response.

You felt his cock twitch again, against your thigh.

Slowly, he relaxed his grip on you, letting your feet meet the floor and your arms fall from his shoulders.

He towered over you now, staring you down.

You kept your glance lowered, pining at the loss of contact, sucking on your bottom lip as you anticipated his next move.

Sam raised his hand to your face, raising your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You noticed the corners of his lips twitch upwards. He was struggling to maintain his cool, you realized. You chewed on your lip, suppressing a smile.

"Well?" He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "What is it that you... need?"

You looked up at him defiantly and said, with absolute determination:

"I need you to fuck me, Sam. Now."

Chapter 11 coming soon...

Taglist: @safiyas-world @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx

[fitzrovie]

Essentials for this month: trench coats (both woolen and lighter fitted beige), Twilly eau de ginger, library sessions into the night, Dark chocolate, greek yogurt at almost every meal, falling in love with Austen for the first time, feeling very British, Winterreise, Greig: lyric pieces, thermal tights, V&A visits, practicing ascticism in other area of my life, contemporary dance, Kate Middleton

[naussensei]

Eruri Teachers AU - The One in Which Levi and Erwin go to a Field Trip

As agreed earlier, the different groups met at the Main Street in front of the Parliament building at lunch time, students and teachers sharing their experiences and making plans for lunch. It was the only real moment of freedom they had, able to walk around freely and choose where and what to eat with, and —Levi hoped— to drink.

After the students had regrouped with their friends, the teachers watched them scatter around the area, advising them not to go too far, as they would meet in about an hour again to continue the tour. Some of them took off instantly, others continued to take pictures with their friends, while most lingered around the main street like stray pups unsure of which road to take. Levi remained there for another minute, trying to decide which need he wished to fulfill first. Rest, eat, smoke, or pee.

“Levi,” he heard Erwin call, and turned to find him browsing in a hotdog stand in a corner of the street.

“Where’s Hange and the rest?” Said Levi, joining him.

“Not sure. They already went for lunch, I think,” said Erwin as he received the two hotdogs he’d just ordered, and thanked the vendor before he handed one to Levi.

Levi’s eyes narrowed at him with suspicion, but accepted the food either way, and followed Erwin across the street and into a park to sit on a bench.

“Thanks for the food… again,” Levi said, staring at his hot dog thoughtfully before taking a bite. “This is no good, I’m getting too used to being well fed by you.”

“I don’t see the problem with that,” Erwin said with a half smile as he took his first bite.

There’s no problem, Levi thought, except for what I’ll do with myself the day you get tired of me.

He shook his head, and saved the thoughts to himself, for there was no use in verbalizing them. He’d never been a man of many words, anyway; actions always spoke louder to him, and so action he would take.

They watched the people come and go into the park, eating mostly in silence, occasionally commenting on the trip so far. The sun was bright above them, warming the first leaves sprouting from the tree tops, a sign that spring was around the corner. And yet a breeze still chilled the air around them, and Levi had to pull up the collar of his trench coat to cut the cold air from his skin.

Just as he did, he felt the weight of a woolen scarf around his neck, and turned to find Erwin wrapping the scarf he had been wearing this whole time around Levi’s head until his face was nothing but eyes; the wool was still warm from Erwin’s body heat, and impregnated with his scent.

“Better?” Erwin said with a smile. It would’ve been the most charming smile Levi had seen from him so far, if it wasn’t for that miserable ketchup stain ruining the glamour of the image.

With his own napkin, Levi reached for Erwin’s face to wipe off the stain, Erwin’s eyes widening at him.

Satisfied by his work, Levi smiled now too. “Better.”

But the longer he looked into Erwin’s eyes, the deeper a feeling of uncertainty unsettled his stomach all of a sudden; the warmth around his neck too overwhelming to handle.

It was as if every time Levi took a step, Erwin always took two steps ahead. Was he doomed to always follow behind like a shadow and never lead? The thought was frustrating.

Levi suddenly rose from his seat.

“Wait here,” he ordered, and left Erwin sitting at the bench while he approached the ice cream stand to fetch a cone for each.

When Levi came back with two cones of ice cream, Erwin’s face lightened up instantly.

“Now we’re even,” said Levi.

“I think I haven’t had ice cream in a cone since I was a child,” he said, accepting the treat with the eagerness of a child trying candy for the first time, eyes glimmering.

“Were you ever a child, though?” Levi chuckled viciously, taking a seat next to him. “I thought you were born an old man.”

Erwin moved closer then, their legs now touching. “Look at you, making actual funny jokes that don’t involve defecation. I think Jean’s humor has rubbed off on you.”

“Fuck off,” Levi leaned on him in protest, although he was smiling, “the brat can be funny sometimes, I’ll give you that.”

Erwin pushed back softly, and they were soon bouncing back and forth, pushing and pulling,  ever so naturally, as if they were on the couch of Erwin’s living room. Before he could even think about it, Levi was resting his head on Erwin’s shoulder, one leg resting on Erwin’s lap, and a hand on his chest. Erwin instantly recoiled, stiffening in his seat as he averted his gaze; his reaction reminding them both of where they were.

Levi straightened up in his place, looked around the park, watched the people passing by with hurried steps, many of them couples walking holding hands, some others teenagers in school uniforms, but all of them too busy to mind them, to Levi’s relief.

“Sorry,” said Levi, clearing his throat before he resumed eating his ice cream, now melting in his hand; the white viscous liquid dripping from his hand.

He licked his fingers thoroughly, making sure he didn’t get any of it on his clothes —it was already his second change of clothes that day—. He was about to look for a tissue in his pocket when Erwin’s hand latched onto his wrist to pull him closer. Their gazes met, and for a moment Levi feared their lips would meet, too. But Erwin’s mouth went to his hand, and Levi watched Erwin’s tongue run up and down his dripping fingers. His jaw dropped, both excited and horrified by the scene.

Erwin stared at him with hungry eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he licked his lips , pupils dilated. It was only a second, but it was enough to make Levi’s stomach drop and his face burn red. Erwin seemed to realize this, and was now searching for a tissue in his pocket to hand it over to Levi.

“Now we’re even,” he said with a faint smile.

“That’s hardly being ‘even’, Erwin.” Levi huffed in frustration, bringing his free hand to his face. But his frustration came not from an unfulfilled carnal need, it was something else he couldn’t quite grasp. Once again, no matter what he did, for every step Levi took, Erwin had already taken another two.

That’s when Levi realized that actions wouldn’t suffice. Not with someone like Erwin. He was going to lose him, and the thought weighed on him more than Levi had ever imagined, for in order to lose something, one must first own it, and Erwin’s was never his to begin with.

“Erwin—“ he began, but before he could even put his thoughts into words, Erwin’s phone rang in his pocket with a call from Hange.

Levi watched him pick the call, his anxiety spiraling as he took a moment to reflect on the words he was about to say, words he wasn’t even aware of until that very moment.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34050205/chapters/117758536

[deancasswitchbang]

Second Weekend of June

Author: Tossukka (@sitruunavohveli​) Artist: DimitryRmy (@dimitrirmy) No Major Archive Warnings Tags: anonymous sex, hidden identity, weddings, one night stands, bachelor & bachelorette parties, semi-public sex

Summary: It’s a tale as old as time. Two men meet, give each other fake names, and have a one-night stand. It’s fun and uncomplicated, and they never expect to meet again. They’re both keeping busy planning a wedding among other things anyway, Dean as the best man to Sam, Castiel as the man of honor to his best friend Eileen.

Except then they do meet again and start developing feelings for each other.

Preview: “One Irish Coffee, please,” a deep, raspy voice said to the bartender, and Dean gave a glance to the new customer.

At least Dean had meant to only give a glance, but he found himself unable to turn his eyes back. The guy had taken off his woolen hat which had left his dark hair pointing in every direction. His face was handsome, and he had slight stubble on his cheeks. The trench coat wasn’t attractive but since it was wet from sleet, the guy removed it and put it away. Underneath he was wearing what Dean assumed to be a work suit. After getting his drink, he glanced towards Dean and gave a slight smile. Dean took that as an invitation.

“Hey,” Dean said and moved to sit next to the guy.

“Hello,” the man answered, and the smile stayed on his lips.

“Haven’t seen you before,” Dean said. “New to town?”

“Actually just here for work,” he said. For a moment he looked like he was about to say something more, but he shut his mouth again and instead took a sip of his drink.

“You look like you had a long day too,” Dean said. “I can screw off if you’d rather be alone.”

“No, it’s fine. I would like some company,” the man said and gave Dean a once over. “Only… Okay, let me be honest here for a moment?”

“Sure,” Dean said and took a sip out of his own glass.

“I’ve only just broken up from a complicated relationship, and I’m not looking for anything serious. Nothing that would further complicate my life. So I’m going to give you a fake name. Is that alright?”

Okay, that was new. Dean could take some uncomplicated, not serious for one night. Not like he had never had anonymous sex before.

“Sounds like a deal. You can call me Michael,” Dean said and reached out to shake the man’s hand.

“Is that your real name?”

“No.”

The man laughed.

“Thank God. You can call me Jimmy,” Jimmy said and shook Dean’s hand.

“So. Why was your workday shit? Bad boss? Overenthusiastic coworkers? Office gossip?” Dean asked.

“None of those. We have a big project going on in cooperation between offices from two different cities. So I’ve been to meetings all day and in every single one I’ve had to pretend to be ‘innovative’, ‘excited’, and ‘extroverted’. I’m none of those things, so pretending in front of strangers for over nine hours gets a bit rough,” Jimmy explained making full on air quotes with his hands. Dean thought it was adorable.

“Why are none of your coworkers here drinking with you?”

“I assume they were rather tired as well. Or had families to go home to. Maybe they didn’t want to brave the weather,” Jimmy said. “I was also only going for one drink and then go back to my hotel room.”

“Mmm, is your hotel far away?” Dean asked emptying the rest of his whisky. Jimmy smiled again.

“Just one block over,” he answered.

“Perfect.”

POSTING BETWEEN APRIL 23rd AND MAY 6th, 2023!

[silenttapestry]

I finished sewing this trench coat after a very long hiatus. I bought the material back in 2017 at Golden D'or Fabrics in Dallas, but a lot of other projects got in the way, and I was reluctant to start something so elaborate. It was meant to be a cosplay of Harry Dresden, but cosplay doesn't seem so important anymore. I got the idea of sending this to someone who inspires me, but he's a musician who has no idea who I am. He might think it's weird and creepy to get a present from a stranger, although he might love having something like this--after all, I imagine there aren't too many trench coats made from woolen material with rayon lining. (I like how this feels on me; it's soft and comfortable. So if I give this away, whoever wears it will like it too, I think.)

[cleverhottubmiracle]

Chukka boots are one of the most diverse shoes that will seamlessly slip into your fashion arsenal. Whether you’re going for a casual look or a more polished outfit, knowing how to wear chukka boots can make all the difference. In this article, we’ll learn about how to tie these boots, outfit ideas for various occasions, seasonal tips, and accessories to match these fashionable boots.How to Tie Chukka BootsProper lacing of chukka boots not only makes them comfortable but also adds style to your boots. Since the chukka boots are commonly found with two or three eyelets, the process is fast and easy.Simple Knot: First, ensure that you feed the laces through the eyelets like a professional shoemaker. Gently tighten a simple knot to enable it to fit the wearer without being very tight. It is perfect for a neat and simple appearance or, rather, a minimalist look.Loose Knot: For a more relaxed look, lace them loosely and tie the shoe’s laces with only one knot.Criss-Cross Pattern: Criss-cross in the lateral part as you lace up the boots for a better design pattern. More so, this method applies appropriately to suede boots and gives your outfit a touch of rebellion.Tip: Leather or waxed lace will give the sneaker a better touch and richer appearance. Maintain your boots shiny and neat, or choose a matte look and feel, depending on your appearance preference.How to Style Chukka Boots for Casual LooksChukka boots excel in casual styling. They are versatile enough to pair seamlessly with various wardrobe staples.Chukka Boots and Jeans: Pair your boots with slim or straight-cut jeans. Dark wash denim works perfectly to create a smart-casual look. Add a crew-neck sweater or a flannel shirt for a complete outfit.Chukkas with Shorts: Yes, you can wear chukkas with shorts! Choose lightweight chukka boots in neutral tones and pair them with tailored shorts and a polo shirt for a breezy summer vibe.Layering Chukka Boots for Seasonal Wear: For colder months, layer your outfit with a denim jacket or a parka. Chukka boots are great for winter outfits when combined with thick socks and warm materials.Outfit Idea:Top: Neutral turtleneck sweaterBottom: Black slim-fit jeansAccessories: Beanie and leather glovesBoots: Brown suede chukka bootsChukka boots are perfect for formal, casual, and trendy wear as part of everyday fashion.Chukka Boots for Business Casual OutfitsOne of the most frequently asked questions is, “Can you wear chukkas with a suit?” While traditional suits may call for dressier options like oxfords or loafers, chukka boots can work beautifully for less formal business casual attire.With Chinos: Combine tan leather chukka boots with navy or beige chinos and a button-down shirt. Add a blazer to complete the look.Smart Tailoring: For a more formal approach, choose polished leather chukka boots and pair them with a tailored suit in earthy tones. Ensure your boots are clean—check out our guide on how to clean men’s leather boots for that perfect shine.Layering for Formal Looks: Add a trench coat or a tailored overcoat to create a sophisticated winter ensemble. Chukka boots for winter outfits look great when paired with textured fabrics like tweed or wool.Chukka Boots AccessoriesThe right accessories can enhance your chukka boots and overall outfit. Here are a few ideas:Socks: When choosing which sock to wear, always ensure that the sock you wear comes with the right color and pattern that best suits your boots. Thick woolen socks are ideal for winter, while the no-show socks suit more when you’re wearing shorts in the summer.Belts: Your belt should complement the color of the boots that you choose. This brown leather belt will go well with brown chukkas, while black chukkas need to be paired with black boots.Watches: A simple timepiece that features a leather strap that goes well with your outfit and gives you a formal look.Laces: Replace the laces with the opposite colors to give your boots a pop of fun.Styling Tips and TricksExperiment with Colors: Chukka boots are available in several colors ranging from plain brown or black to the daring navy or olive color. Neutral tones are easy to work with, but do not be afraid to step out of your comfort zone and experiment with new colors.Material Matters: Leather shoes should be selected to match formal occasions, and suede boots should be used when dressing for casual events.Mixing Textures: Chukkas are wonderful with denim or wool, and wearing them with other rich clothing materials would look perfect.Are Chukka Boots Good for Winter?If you’re wondering, are chukka boots good for winter?, the answer is a resounding yes. With proper care and the right styling, they’re both functional and stylish. For harsh weather, opt for waterproof leather chukkas. Layer your outfit with woolen scarves and heavy coats for a complete winter-ready look.Chukka Boots Outfit IdeasWhether you’re dressing up or down, here are some chukka boots outfit ideas to inspire your wardrobe:Casual: Light-wash jeans, graphic t-shirt, and tan suede chukka boots.Business Casual: Grey chinos, white button-up, navy blazer, and brown leather chukka boots.Winter Ready: Dark jeans, wool sweater, quilted jacket, and waterproof chukka boots.Mastering the Art of Wearing Chukka BootsChukka boots are comfortable shoes that can be effectively worn with casual and formal wear. To match them just right, try skinny chinos or black trousers for a more fashionable style, and add a button-through shirt or even a knit. If you are looking at similar boot styles, you will be able to expand your seasonal appearance options if you know how to wear Chelsea boots. Leather boots can stretch out over wear or may need to be maintained, so understanding how to shrink leather boots will ensure their tightness is maintained. Furthermore, by learning how to resole boots, you will be in a position to make sure your favorite chukkas stay great in shape for years.ConclusionChukka boots are one of those shoes that you should have in your closet because they fit all years of different seasons. From casual dates to first business-casual occasions, knowing how to wear chukka boots will take your outfit to the next level. Whether you are looking for custom boots, best dress boots, or any other type of boots for men, including lightweight chukka, there is something for everyone. Try ordering different types of boots for men, and do not hesitate to wear them.FAQs About Chukka BootsWhat socks should I wear with chukka boots?Opt for crew socks in colder months for warmth and ankle socks for summer looks. Wool or cotton blends work best, depending on the season.What’s the difference between leather and suede chukka boots?Leather chukka boots are more durable and versatile, ideal for formal or semi-formal occasions. Suede chukka boots have a softer, more casual aesthetic but require extra care.Are chukka boots good for winter wear?Absolutely! Chukka boots for winter outfits are a practical choice when paired with warm layers and socks. Opt for waterproof styles for added protection.Can chukka boots be worn with a suit?Yes, especially for business casual settings. Polished leather chukkas in black or dark brown work best. Source link

[bardic-tales]

Nurturing November: Day 5: character design

Throughout this month, I’ll be sharing character-building exercises that I have completed that will bring out my ocs’ more tender sides. This can be anything from snippets to oc questions to character analysis.

For Bianca’s winter look, she wears an oversized, chunky-knit sweater in grey. The longer sleeves add to a cozy feel when paired with her cable-knit mittens. She wears cream-colored slacks. Bianca trades in her signature cream-colored trench coat for one that has a detachable faux-fur collar and cuffs for extra warmth.

Her makeup is soft. She uses a rosy blush and a neutral eyeshadow base with a wash of light champagne or ivory on the eyes. She uses a few coats of mascara, giving her lashes a natural lift. Her lower lashes feature a silver eyeliner. Bianca applies a fine silver glitter to her eyelids that shimmers when the light hits her just right. For her lips, she uses a soft, nude pink gloss. Finally, she finishes her makeup with a light dusting of glitter across her cheeks.

Bianca’s accessories include her mirrored sunglasses that she always has on and a woolen beanie with a fluffy pom-pom. She wears sheepskin boots with fur trim. When she is inside, she wears thick cabin socks. She still styles her hair in a half-updo, securing it with the white ribbon that symbolizes her bond with Sephiroth.

She wears a necklace with a black angel wing trinket that serves as a reminder of Sephiroth around her neck.

[norajworld]

Chukka boots are one of the most diverse shoes that will seamlessly slip into your fashion arsenal. Whether you’re going for a casual look or a more polished outfit, knowing how to wear chukka boots can make all the difference. In this article, we’ll learn about how to tie these boots, outfit ideas for various occasions, seasonal tips, and accessories to match these fashionable boots.How to Tie Chukka BootsProper lacing of chukka boots not only makes them comfortable but also adds style to your boots. Since the chukka boots are commonly found with two or three eyelets, the process is fast and easy.Simple Knot: First, ensure that you feed the laces through the eyelets like a professional shoemaker. Gently tighten a simple knot to enable it to fit the wearer without being very tight. It is perfect for a neat and simple appearance or, rather, a minimalist look.Loose Knot: For a more relaxed look, lace them loosely and tie the shoe’s laces with only one knot.Criss-Cross Pattern: Criss-cross in the lateral part as you lace up the boots for a better design pattern. More so, this method applies appropriately to suede boots and gives your outfit a touch of rebellion.Tip: Leather or waxed lace will give the sneaker a better touch and richer appearance. Maintain your boots shiny and neat, or choose a matte look and feel, depending on your appearance preference.How to Style Chukka Boots for Casual LooksChukka boots excel in casual styling. They are versatile enough to pair seamlessly with various wardrobe staples.Chukka Boots and Jeans: Pair your boots with slim or straight-cut jeans. Dark wash denim works perfectly to create a smart-casual look. Add a crew-neck sweater or a flannel shirt for a complete outfit.Chukkas with Shorts: Yes, you can wear chukkas with shorts! Choose lightweight chukka boots in neutral tones and pair them with tailored shorts and a polo shirt for a breezy summer vibe.Layering Chukka Boots for Seasonal Wear: For colder months, layer your outfit with a denim jacket or a parka. Chukka boots are great for winter outfits when combined with thick socks and warm materials.Outfit Idea:Top: Neutral turtleneck sweaterBottom: Black slim-fit jeansAccessories: Beanie and leather glovesBoots: Brown suede chukka bootsChukka boots are perfect for formal, casual, and trendy wear as part of everyday fashion.Chukka Boots for Business Casual OutfitsOne of the most frequently asked questions is, “Can you wear chukkas with a suit?” While traditional suits may call for dressier options like oxfords or loafers, chukka boots can work beautifully for less formal business casual attire.With Chinos: Combine tan leather chukka boots with navy or beige chinos and a button-down shirt. Add a blazer to complete the look.Smart Tailoring: For a more formal approach, choose polished leather chukka boots and pair them with a tailored suit in earthy tones. Ensure your boots are clean—check out our guide on how to clean men’s leather boots for that perfect shine.Layering for Formal Looks: Add a trench coat or a tailored overcoat to create a sophisticated winter ensemble. Chukka boots for winter outfits look great when paired with textured fabrics like tweed or wool.Chukka Boots AccessoriesThe right accessories can enhance your chukka boots and overall outfit. Here are a few ideas:Socks: When choosing which sock to wear, always ensure that the sock you wear comes with the right color and pattern that best suits your boots. Thick woolen socks are ideal for winter, while the no-show socks suit more when you’re wearing shorts in the summer.Belts: Your belt should complement the color of the boots that you choose. This brown leather belt will go well with brown chukkas, while black chukkas need to be paired with black boots.Watches: A simple timepiece that features a leather strap that goes well with your outfit and gives you a formal look.Laces: Replace the laces with the opposite colors to give your boots a pop of fun.Styling Tips and TricksExperiment with Colors: Chukka boots are available in several colors ranging from plain brown or black to the daring navy or olive color. Neutral tones are easy to work with, but do not be afraid to step out of your comfort zone and experiment with new colors.Material Matters: Leather shoes should be selected to match formal occasions, and suede boots should be used when dressing for casual events.Mixing Textures: Chukkas are wonderful with denim or wool, and wearing them with other rich clothing materials would look perfect.Are Chukka Boots Good for Winter?If you’re wondering, are chukka boots good for winter?, the answer is a resounding yes. With proper care and the right styling, they’re both functional and stylish. For harsh weather, opt for waterproof leather chukkas. Layer your outfit with woolen scarves and heavy coats for a complete winter-ready look.Chukka Boots Outfit IdeasWhether you’re dressing up or down, here are some chukka boots outfit ideas to inspire your wardrobe:Casual: Light-wash jeans, graphic t-shirt, and tan suede chukka boots.Business Casual: Grey chinos, white button-up, navy blazer, and brown leather chukka boots.Winter Ready: Dark jeans, wool sweater, quilted jacket, and waterproof chukka boots.Mastering the Art of Wearing Chukka BootsChukka boots are comfortable shoes that can be effectively worn with casual and formal wear. To match them just right, try skinny chinos or black trousers for a more fashionable style, and add a button-through shirt or even a knit. If you are looking at similar boot styles, you will be able to expand your seasonal appearance options if you know how to wear Chelsea boots. Leather boots can stretch out over wear or may need to be maintained, so understanding how to shrink leather boots will ensure their tightness is maintained. Furthermore, by learning how to resole boots, you will be in a position to make sure your favorite chukkas stay great in shape for years.ConclusionChukka boots are one of those shoes that you should have in your closet because they fit all years of different seasons. From casual dates to first business-casual occasions, knowing how to wear chukka boots will take your outfit to the next level. Whether you are looking for custom boots, best dress boots, or any other type of boots for men, including lightweight chukka, there is something for everyone. Try ordering different types of boots for men, and do not hesitate to wear them.FAQs About Chukka BootsWhat socks should I wear with chukka boots?Opt for crew socks in colder months for warmth and ankle socks for summer looks. Wool or cotton blends work best, depending on the season.What’s the difference between leather and suede chukka boots?Leather chukka boots are more durable and versatile, ideal for formal or semi-formal occasions. Suede chukka boots have a softer, more casual aesthetic but require extra care.Are chukka boots good for winter wear?Absolutely! Chukka boots for winter outfits are a practical choice when paired with warm layers and socks. Opt for waterproof styles for added protection.Can chukka boots be worn with a suit?Yes, especially for business casual settings. Polished leather chukkas in black or dark brown work best. Source link

[ellajme0]

Chukka boots are one of the most diverse shoes that will seamlessly slip into your fashion arsenal. Whether you’re going for a casual look or a more polished outfit, knowing how to wear chukka boots can make all the difference. In this article, we’ll learn about how to tie these boots, outfit ideas for various occasions, seasonal tips, and accessories to match these fashionable boots.How to Tie Chukka BootsProper lacing of chukka boots not only makes them comfortable but also adds style to your boots. Since the chukka boots are commonly found with two or three eyelets, the process is fast and easy.Simple Knot: First, ensure that you feed the laces through the eyelets like a professional shoemaker. Gently tighten a simple knot to enable it to fit the wearer without being very tight. It is perfect for a neat and simple appearance or, rather, a minimalist look.Loose Knot: For a more relaxed look, lace them loosely and tie the shoe’s laces with only one knot.Criss-Cross Pattern: Criss-cross in the lateral part as you lace up the boots for a better design pattern. More so, this method applies appropriately to suede boots and gives your outfit a touch of rebellion.Tip: Leather or waxed lace will give the sneaker a better touch and richer appearance. Maintain your boots shiny and neat, or choose a matte look and feel, depending on your appearance preference.How to Style Chukka Boots for Casual LooksChukka boots excel in casual styling. They are versatile enough to pair seamlessly with various wardrobe staples.Chukka Boots and Jeans: Pair your boots with slim or straight-cut jeans. Dark wash denim works perfectly to create a smart-casual look. Add a crew-neck sweater or a flannel shirt for a complete outfit.Chukkas with Shorts: Yes, you can wear chukkas with shorts! Choose lightweight chukka boots in neutral tones and pair them with tailored shorts and a polo shirt for a breezy summer vibe.Layering Chukka Boots for Seasonal Wear: For colder months, layer your outfit with a denim jacket or a parka. Chukka boots are great for winter outfits when combined with thick socks and warm materials.Outfit Idea:Top: Neutral turtleneck sweaterBottom: Black slim-fit jeansAccessories: Beanie and leather glovesBoots: Brown suede chukka bootsChukka boots are perfect for formal, casual, and trendy wear as part of everyday fashion.Chukka Boots for Business Casual OutfitsOne of the most frequently asked questions is, “Can you wear chukkas with a suit?” While traditional suits may call for dressier options like oxfords or loafers, chukka boots can work beautifully for less formal business casual attire.With Chinos: Combine tan leather chukka boots with navy or beige chinos and a button-down shirt. Add a blazer to complete the look.Smart Tailoring: For a more formal approach, choose polished leather chukka boots and pair them with a tailored suit in earthy tones. Ensure your boots are clean—check out our guide on how to clean men’s leather boots for that perfect shine.Layering for Formal Looks: Add a trench coat or a tailored overcoat to create a sophisticated winter ensemble. Chukka boots for winter outfits look great when paired with textured fabrics like tweed or wool.Chukka Boots AccessoriesThe right accessories can enhance your chukka boots and overall outfit. Here are a few ideas:Socks: When choosing which sock to wear, always ensure that the sock you wear comes with the right color and pattern that best suits your boots. Thick woolen socks are ideal for winter, while the no-show socks suit more when you’re wearing shorts in the summer.Belts: Your belt should complement the color of the boots that you choose. This brown leather belt will go well with brown chukkas, while black chukkas need to be paired with black boots.Watches: A simple timepiece that features a leather strap that goes well with your outfit and gives you a formal look.Laces: Replace the laces with the opposite colors to give your boots a pop of fun.Styling Tips and TricksExperiment with Colors: Chukka boots are available in several colors ranging from plain brown or black to the daring navy or olive color. Neutral tones are easy to work with, but do not be afraid to step out of your comfort zone and experiment with new colors.Material Matters: Leather shoes should be selected to match formal occasions, and suede boots should be used when dressing for casual events.Mixing Textures: Chukkas are wonderful with denim or wool, and wearing them with other rich clothing materials would look perfect.Are Chukka Boots Good for Winter?If you’re wondering, are chukka boots good for winter?, the answer is a resounding yes. With proper care and the right styling, they’re both functional and stylish. For harsh weather, opt for waterproof leather chukkas. Layer your outfit with woolen scarves and heavy coats for a complete winter-ready look.Chukka Boots Outfit IdeasWhether you’re dressing up or down, here are some chukka boots outfit ideas to inspire your wardrobe:Casual: Light-wash jeans, graphic t-shirt, and tan suede chukka boots.Business Casual: Grey chinos, white button-up, navy blazer, and brown leather chukka boots.Winter Ready: Dark jeans, wool sweater, quilted jacket, and waterproof chukka boots.Mastering the Art of Wearing Chukka BootsChukka boots are comfortable shoes that can be effectively worn with casual and formal wear. To match them just right, try skinny chinos or black trousers for a more fashionable style, and add a button-through shirt or even a knit. If you are looking at similar boot styles, you will be able to expand your seasonal appearance options if you know how to wear Chelsea boots. Leather boots can stretch out over wear or may need to be maintained, so understanding how to shrink leather boots will ensure their tightness is maintained. Furthermore, by learning how to resole boots, you will be in a position to make sure your favorite chukkas stay great in shape for years.ConclusionChukka boots are one of those shoes that you should have in your closet because they fit all years of different seasons. From casual dates to first business-casual occasions, knowing how to wear chukka boots will take your outfit to the next level. Whether you are looking for custom boots, best dress boots, or any other type of boots for men, including lightweight chukka, there is something for everyone. Try ordering different types of boots for men, and do not hesitate to wear them.FAQs About Chukka BootsWhat socks should I wear with chukka boots?Opt for crew socks in colder months for warmth and ankle socks for summer looks. Wool or cotton blends work best, depending on the season.What’s the difference between leather and suede chukka boots?Leather chukka boots are more durable and versatile, ideal for formal or semi-formal occasions. Suede chukka boots have a softer, more casual aesthetic but require extra care.Are chukka boots good for winter wear?Absolutely! Chukka boots for winter outfits are a practical choice when paired with warm layers and socks. Opt for waterproof styles for added protection.Can chukka boots be worn with a suit?Yes, especially for business casual settings. Polished leather chukkas in black or dark brown work best. Source link