As a schoolboy I would star in plays at girls’ schools in Tunbridge Wells and Sevenoaks to ‘meet girls’ “If you were half decent at acting you would get farmed out to the local girls’ schools and be in their plays – which was awesome.”
a prompt mayhaps: Viktor is a big-time lingerie designer and Yuuri is a model ;)
finally getting around to this one! s/o to everyone on discord who aided and abetted ;)
In retrospect, it really should have been more obvious. After all, the brand’s name was Secrets by V, for crying out loud.
But at the time of their first meeting, Yuuri had been nothing but nervous. It had been his first shoot as a History Maker – the industry nickname for the beautiful, sexy models of all genders who advertised Secrets by V’s ultra-luxe lingerie. The new campaign that season was fairytale and true love-themed, to better highlight the romantic details on the new Stammi Vicino line. Yuuri had rushed in late that morning, no thanks to the traffic, and then watched as two female models posed together in each other’s arms, clad in coordinated bra and panty sets with wings on their shoulders.
(He’s still not sure how he managed to join their ranks. He’s just too mild-mannered and plain – too Clark Kent, no Superman.)
“Are you looking for something?” someone asked, and Yuuri turned to see the most beautiful man looking at him curiously. His silver fringe was falling into one of his icy blue eyes and he was clad in a simple navy suit, clutching a tray of coffee.
“Y-Yeah!” Yuuri stammered. “I’m the new model? Yuuri Katsuki?”
The man hummed, consulted a clipboard, and nodded, pointing to a door to the side. “Go through there and they’ll get you ready for the shoot.”
Yuuri nodded, his throat feeling more and more like sandpaper the longer he stood there and watched this man scrutinise him. “Th-Thanks,” he said, feeling his face redden. “Are you – do you work here?”
The man raised an eyebrow and nodded.
“Are you in charge of this shoot?” wondered Yuuri.
The man laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’m just watching.”
“So you’re an intern?”
The man’s eyes widened briefly, but he quickly recovered and nodded, laughing. “You could say that,” he said. “I’m Viktor.”
“Yuuri,” said Yuuri, and lost himself in the brilliance of Viktor’s smile as he shook his hand.
I had a great chat the other day with Mr. Tom Davis, the Master Made-to-Measure Specialist at Brooks Brothers on Madison Avenue. He’s been with Brooks for 49 years. It turns out we have several mutual friends in common–the menswear world is a small one.
Tony saw a lot of similar characteristics in Peter while he was doing research before he recruited him. He wanted to make sure he knew everything he could before he started working on Peter’s new suit.
Yet, he did not want to pry into too much sensitive information, he wanted Peter to take his time and tell him on his own time. But for now, he would make sure that Peter’s new suit had a built in binder suited to Peter’s exact measurements. Peter needed to be able to move freely in his suit, so Tony did his best.
This is re: the infamous origins of Hannibal’s plastic murder suit (this post). Or what happened after youthful Hannibal realized his passion for nice clothing conflicted in some areas with his passion for nice murders.
“He’s not a painter,” Maud said. She adjusted the
plastic on the mannequin. She thought it was
tight at the hips, but their client had asked for some very precise
Maud bent down and checked that both leg
cuffs were even. “No paint on his fingers, not on his pants, not on his shoes.”
Maria sighed. “I meant painter as in art, not
as in walls.”
“Same thing,” Maud said. She stepped back to look
at their work. The small Baltimore uniform shop had been puzzled at first by
the request of a made-to-measure protective plastic suit. More so when it had
been required that the plastic be transparent. And now there it was, in all its
gleaming and crinkling glory. “Artists will get their hands dirty,” said the
seamstress to her colleague.
“I do get dirty, from time to time, but I
prefer to spare my clothes most of the horror,” a voice behind them said.
Maria and Maud spun around. Their client, a
tall, slim young man, with blond hair slicked neatly back and a European accent,
was on the other side of the counter. He had crept into the shop as silent as a
“Mr. Falvorno,” Maria said. “We… were
“About stuff that’s none of our business,”
Mr. Falvorno’s eyes shone in a strange light
as he tipped his head, as if granting a point. He didn’t seem angry, but
humored deeply and quietly.
With a gracious smile, he walked over to the
dressing rooms for his scheduled fitting.
Maria’s face flushed and she scooted into the
backstore, letting Maud to take care of Mr. Falvorno.
Maud slipped the suit off the mannequin and
walked into the main fitting room. Mr. Falvorno was just done removing his
jacket. He folded it and hung it on a chair where it wouldn’t obstruct the view
in the three tall mirrors. He took nothing else off. As requested, the suit
would be worn as an overgarment.
“If not a painter, then what?” he asked Maud,
opening the suit, studying the seam where the zipper met the neck.
Maud tried a polite shrug. “It’s really none
of our business.”
Mr. Falvorno looked up at her, and let the
gaze linger until it hardened, intensifying as if it queried her soul. “Please,”
he said. “Tell me, what do you think I intend to use it for?”
Maud swallowed and found it difficult to just
lie. She couldn’t. Not with these eyes holding her down. “I think it’s a sex
thing,” she blurted out, as truthfully innocent as a newborn.
Unbothered, Mr. Falvorno tugged the suit up
to his waist. He arched an eyebrow in consideration. “In a way, it’s closer to
the truth than painter.” He pulled the rest of the suit over his torso, and fit
one arm, then the other one in the sleeves. “I occasionally have to take part
in butchery,” the young man explained, squaring his shoulders to test for
stretching space. “A colleague of mine hunts. Sometimes deer, sometimes things
more exotic, abroad. Whenever we join him in this, he insists to have us
participate in the quartering of the beast.” The suit looked good on him, Maud
realized, if a bit awkward. But nothing could be more awkward than the
situation she now found herself in, talking sex and butchery. “The last time,
my jacket and pants were beyond saving. I found that unfortunate.”
She nodded, her throat still tight. “So not a… bondage accessory.”
Mr. Falvorno looked at her in the mirror. “Not
exactly no.” He was smiling again. It was both particularly charming and terrifyingly
detached. “But there are bodily fluids involved.”
I recently moved schools and I had only been there for a few months before my birthday. I had made friends but I wasn’t expecting much since they hadn’t known me long. However, I got a ton of amazing stuff including a hand made wand that was made to fit my measurements (it was the length of my forearm, the handle was the length of my hand-span). This was the first time anyone had ever done anything like that for me and it cemented my love for both Harry Potter and my friends.
Ever wanted your very own Xylophone Vest, but lacked the patience to sew on all that braid? Not particularly enthused by the “custom made” options on Ebay?
You’re in luck!
I’m opening up a few commissions spots for Enjolras’ Act 2 vest to be completed over May. At this point, I am only able to offer 3 spots due to other time commitments, but if there is enough interest, i would consider opening up to more in the future.
Given the nature of the vest, prices start at $300 (USD), not including shipping. Your vest will be custom made from your measurements with over 20 metres of gold braid and 80 gold buttons.
If you’re interested, or if you have any questions, send me an email at email@example.com
Can you give me a list of DILF! Eren? I can't seem to ever find any, so yeah^^
You have truly come to the right place! There’s an ask [here] full of DILF!Eren, and I’ve found some more for ya! Truly, age gaps & single fathers are my favourite fic tropes.
Sartorial Elegance Summary: Garrison Fine Tailored Clothing is famous in the men’s clothing industry for bespoke and made-to-measure suits. Their head tailor Levi has a hard time keeping his eyes off the new salesman upstairs, and not just because his trousers need tailoring properly.
Tipping Over Summary: Isabel and Levi get kicked out of class, Eren gives them advice, and Levi and him talk alone.
My Old Friend Summary: When Levi was a teenager, the unrequited love of his life was Eren, his best friend’s father. Fifteen years later, Levi finds himself back in Whitecrest Cove to sell his late uncle’s house.
I Wanna Be Yours Summary: Levi is extremely skilled when it comes to babysitting Isabel Jaeger and pining after Eren Jaeger. If only jobs would take those skills as applicable qualities of an employee.
Surprise, Surprise Summary: “You little minx, you have no idea what you’ve been doing to me - or rather, I think you know exactly what you’ve been doing.”
Neck Summary: “No, you’re fine, I just – Eren why won’t you let me near your neck when we’re having sex?” “I – wow you noticed that, huh?”