pulled several clean shirts from his dresser, along with a few bowties,
remembering that you had always liked them on him. He ran his long fingers
through his unruly hair, this was ridiculous, why on earth was he getting in
such a flap about what he was going to wear. You had seen one and other through
your teens for Merlin’s sake, if that mess of hormones and awkward growth
spurts wasn’t enough to dissolve your feelings for each other, newt was certain
that his choice of shirt would have little effect on the matter.
he continued the ransack on his wardrobe, working through waistcoat after
his anguish picket poked his head from newts breast pocket, clambering up onto
his shoulder. Before newt felt Dougal tug at the sleeve of his jacket, ‘what are
you doing mister.’ Newt asked the gentle beast, welcoming the distraction, that
the demigise was certain to bring.
gestured to a maroon waistcoat, pairing it with a mustard bowtie. “ hmm not
bad, what do you think picket?’ newt asked as the bowtruckle, scuttled down his
arm and leapt off of his hand.
some consideration, the tiny creature sat himself down on a pair of tweed brown
trousers. Newt smiled fondly at his friend, while Dougal rifled through his
sock draw, followed by his underwear draw. Throwing a pair of black briefs, with
tiny hippogriffs, at newt.
now really, I’m sure I can manage to choose my own underwear.’ He mumbled while
he shrugged off his jacket, before checking the clock, and rushing to the bathroom
for a shave.
you for all of your help’ newt handed Dougal a pare from the fruit bowl, before
he scooped picket up, and popped him in his pocket. “I’ll not be too long, promise.’
He reassured as he held the lid of the battered brown leather case open for the
creature to hop back inside.
gave newts shoulder a reassuring pat, as he took a deep breath before pulling out
his wand and apperating outside of y/n’s own front door.
knocked softly on the vibrant red painted wood, before too long y/n swung the
door open. Newt couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face, she was utterly
stunning, as always, but now she was his, and he was hers.
You’re looking very sharp.’ She complimented as she straightened his bowtie, ‘well
I had a little bit of help.’
Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself.
Harry is a lawyer, his boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.
It was my recent pleasure to work with the genius wardrobing expertise of @belgiancar to create some summery Muse Mentor pieces in a particularly wintry winter! If you’re the type to like sunshine, maybe these will be good for you, right now!