Monday: High Fashion

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Hello, everyone!! I’m reeby10 and I'm your host for the week. This week is Paris haute couture fashion week, so we'll be celebrating all things related to fashion! Today's theme is high fashion. Prompts can be anything about high fashion, like clothing brands, fashion weeks, fashion designers, etc.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ any, any m/m or f/f, working as Dolce & Gabbana models
+ Ocean's 8, Rose Weil, after the Met Gala she becomes the most sought after designer in the world
+ Harry Potter, any, wizarding high fashion

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Teen Wolf, Lydia Martin, she gets at internship at Chanel during grad school

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any, any m/m or f/f, working as Dolce & Gabbana models

Fill: One Direction RPF - Harry Styles/Zayn Malik - I'm The Prettiest

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Zayn sauntered down the runway, the loose shirt billowing around him and contrasting the skinny jeans that looked like they were painted on. At the end he spun this way and that showing off the new spring designs as well as his ass. With a final twirl he headed back down the line. Every woman in the showroom was sure the sultry smile and dreamy bedroom eyes were just for her, but in reality they were were directed on the young man in the wings waiting his turn to wow the crowd.

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Ocean's 8, Rose Weil, after the Met Gala she becomes the most sought after designer in the world

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Harry Potter, any, wizarding high fashion

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any scifi, any, intergalactic/interplanetary fashion week

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ any, Project Runway AU

Fill: vague McShep

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"Good afternoon, Rodney."

Rodney inhaled sharply. Tim Gunn was standing right behind him, which meant the camera person assigned to hover around his work station was ready to get close and personal. Rodney removed the pins clenched between his teeth and turned toward Tim, forcing what he hoped was a somewhat believable smile onto his face.

"Hi Tim."

"So," Tim began, in his usual lilting tone, "are you comfortable with designing men's fashion?"

"Of course."

"You know, men's fashion is Mister Lorne's forte. Everyone's expecting him to come out on top for this challenge."

The look on Tim's face could only be described as smarmy. He was trying to rile Rodney up on purpose because this production was less about fashion and more about drama. Rodney applied to be on Project Runway for the exposure and the chance to show off his obvious talent, not for the catty arguments and inane challenges.

Regardless, he still wanted to win.

"Well, Tim, I know that Evan's skilled at what he does for a living, but he still isn't as skilled as I am. My designs are much more creative. Less...boring."

"Bold words. Is this piece creative enough to be chosen as the winner? It seems rather...flat to me." Tim gestured vaguely at the pieces of cloth pinned together on Rodney's mannequin.

Rodney's mouth formed a thin line. "I suppose we'll see how flat it seems once it's sewn and on my model."

"Indeed, Mister McKay. Well, you know what I always say..."

"I'll make it work, Tim."

"That's the spirit." Tim turned to address all the designers in the room. "Designers! Your models will be here in the morning. Good luck!"

As Tim drifted away, Rodney noticed Evan staring in his direction.

"Nervous, Lorne?"

"You wish, McKay. You do remember we're designing for men, right?"

Rodney rolled his eyes and started freeing his work from the mannequin. He needed to start sewing.

~

"What do you think?" The narrow-hipped model with the unmanageable quaff of black hair spun around in Rodney's finished design.

Rodney's jaw dropped. He looked stunning.

"Well, uh, what do you think?"

The model gave him a crooked grin and Rodney felt his knees go weak.

"I like it. It's really modern without being boring."

Rodney felt himself blush. "Um, thanks. Thank you...what was your name again?"

"John. John Sheppard."

Rodney cleared his throat. "Well, John Sheppard, let's get you to makeup. Also, can we get your hair to...not do that?"

John shrugged. "Not sure. It usually refuses to be tamed."

Rodney sighed. "Fine."

~

Backstage, after the challenge was over and Rodney had been announced as the winner, John slipped him his business card.

"That was fun. Call me? If you need a model. Or. You know. For other reasons."

Rodney nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, definitely. I will. Thank you."

John started to follow the gaggle of male models filing out to go get changed, but Rodney watched him turn and jog back toward him.

He hesitated for a few seconds before kissing Rodney on the cheek. "Congrats. Hope you win."

Rodney felt like he already had.

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Stargate Atlantis, Team Sheppard (OT4 or not), taking Teyla and Ronon shopping at a high end department store

Filled!

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Family of Four (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15150977)

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BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John is a fashion editor who sees fashion model Sherlock at a show and begins following his career

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark +/ Stephen Strange, creating the Stark & Strange fall collection

Fill: IronStrange

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“Your sense of color is atrocious, but I like the lines and the shape, how the cloth falls on the body,” Tony said.

“Because I have a great sense of texture,” Stephen pointed out. “Also, I think you’re hardly one to call my sense of color atrocious. That red and gold suit -”

“Was amazing and you know it.” Tony smirked. “Besides, as the guy who designed that red cape -”

“Oh please. You love that cape more than I do.” Stephen started to say more, then remembered that their diffident little model was still in the room with them. The kid, Peter, wasn’t tall enough to be a runway model, but he photographed really well, and when Tony and Stephen first saw him, they knew he was going to be the face of the Stark & Strange fall men’s collection.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter said, because he hero-worshipped Tony in a way that would have been embarrassing if he weren’t so polite and earnest, “is it all right if I move?”

“Not yet.” Tony held up a hand. “I need to look at you some more.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

It was Steve, who was dropping by yet again to borrow one of Tony’s fabric pencils, who said, “He’d look amazing in a slightly darker shade of blue. Maybe throw in a red accent, since that’s your thing.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working on the ShieldShock fall collection?” Tony asked.

“I’m just saying,” Steve said, before he ducked out.

Stephen fluttered his fingers in an absent farewell about two seconds too late, still studying Peter. “Rogers is right. Darker blue. Red accents along the lapels.”

“All right,” Tony said, grudgingly. “You can move now, Peter.”

“Thanks, Mr. Stark.” And Peter, who’d been hanging upside down beneath a giant faux spiderweb, tumbled gracefully to the ground and landed on his feet. He stumbled, a little woozy.

Pepper and Wong were on hand to give him a drink and a snack.

“What next?” Stephen asked.

Tony reeled him in for a kiss and said, “I take you home and show you how much I like that cape.”

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor Odinson + Loki Odinson, supermodel brothers who are very competitive with each other

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Any, any m/m,

'Cause I'm a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah, on the catwalk
On the catwalk, yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk
(Right Said Fred)

Not a fill...

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

...but I was just singing this in the car! I love this stupid song!

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes, The world's most feared assassin is mistaken for a male model and pressed into service in mid-mission.

Fill: 1/2 (stealth crossover)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You,” the woman said, putting a hand on his arm.

The Asset paused, turned.

She nodded. “Yes, you. Where have you been? Did you get lost? The models’ entrance is this way.”

The Asset frowned at her. “I’m not lost.”

“Well, not anymore, not since you found me.” She winked curled a hand around his wrist, started dragging him toward a door halfway down the alley. She opened it, and she led him from the barren alley - into chaos. “Found him!”

People were dashing too and fro. There was hardly any space, for the floor of warehouse was crowded with racks upon racks of clothing. The Asset was familiar with such places - often Assets were put in clothing that allowed them to blend in so they could more effectively complete a mission.

Was this a test? Was he supposed to blend in?

He allowed the woman to tow him through the racks of clothes to a series of tables adorned with lights and mirrors. She gently pushed him down into a chair, tugged off his cap.

“Look at those baby blues. And that jawline.” She pinched his cheek, pressed a kiss to his hair, and he was startled by the contact. “Beautiful. Just beautiful. Let’s get you made up and into your first outfit.”

And then she bustled away.

The Asset was confused. A tool was not supposed to be beautiful, only functional. Before he could stand up and walk away or ask for clarification on his orders - which risked punishment all its own; a good Asset was supposed to be able to understand and adapt when covert communication was necessary - two men descended upon him, one wielding an array of brushes and pots of cosmetics, the other with brushes and combs and what looked like a gun but what the Asset knew was a hairdryer.

“You really are just so fine, darling,” the one with the hairdryer said. “Such a shame all you boys have to be closeted and so repressed. So, what are you - airman, Marine, sailor, soldier?”

He was an Asset. He was the Winter Soldier.

“Soldier,” he said, wary.

“Very nice,” the one with the cosmetic pots said. “Now, close your eyes and just relax. This will tickle.”

The Asset closed his eyes and held very still unless they told him to tilt his head or turn that way a bit, and he let them paint him, do things to his hair. Their hands were competent but gentle. And they always told him what they were going to do before the did it. They weren’t at all like the scientists who put him in the chair.

“There, love. Open your eyes and see,” the one with the hairdryer said.

The Asset obeyed. And stared. The creature in the mirror was no Asset, no soldier. He was - beautiful.

The man with the cosmetic pots leaned in and air-kissed his cheek. “Fabulous. Now, go get dressed.” He patted the Asset on the shoulder, and he and the other man bustled away.

Another woman appeared, urged the Asset to his feet, and she led him through the rows and rows of racks, selecting pieces of clothing - a jacket with old-fashioned epaulets and complicated buttons and buckles, a pair of sleek black trousers, a tight black shirt, shiny shoes.

“Put these on. You’ll be fifth in the lineup,” she said, and walked away.

The Asset stared at the clothes. Then he stripped out of his clothes and went to put the new ones on.

“Not your first gig, huh?”

The Asset looked up. There was another man between the clothing racks as well. He was in a wheelchair.

“Nice prosthetic,” the man added, nodding at the Asset’s arm. He, too, had had his face painted and his hair styled. He was changing out of his clothes and into other clothes as well, brown and black leather and buckles.

The Asset looked down at his metal arm. “It’s an arm.”

The man nodded. “Not the same as the real one. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I think my legs work, that I can walk again. And then I try to stand up.”

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Solo, Lando, Calrissian, A closet full of capes and nothing to wear

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ Ronon Dex, Evan is a famous photographer who assumes Ronon is a model and wants to photograph him

Fill 1/2: Evan/Rodney, not quite an AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“I know you,” Evan said.

The man turned toward him fully, and Evan was sure of it. He knew that man’s heavy brow, his bright dark eyes, his full pink mouth, the curious scar bisecting his left brow, his curly dark hair.

“I knew I’d seen your face before.” Evan smiled at him. “Listen, I know you’re incredibly busy, but - would you sit for me?” He hefted his expensive camera pointedly.

Even if he couldn’t remember the model’s name, he never forgot a face.

The man towered over him, had broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist, was undoubtedly ripped like a sonofabitch under that long yellow leather duster. He studied Evan for a long moment, then eyed his camera.

“I’d pay you, of course. What’s your agent’s name and number? I’d be happy to schedule -”

“I’m my own agent,” the man said, which was rare, but then Evan seriously doubted that anyone would cross a man who could break them with his bare hands.

“What’s your going rate?”

“Depends on how much I like the photographer.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” Evan said.

The man arched an eyebrow.

“Not that I’d try, but - what do you think is fair?”

“Thirty an hour,” the man said.

Evan laughed. “You’re funny. A hundred it is. When do you have some time?”

“Right now.”

That was extremely fortuitous. Evan glanced up at the sky. They were early enough in the day that the light would still be good for an hour or two. “Excellent.” He offered a hand. “I’m Evan Lorne.”

Even though he was one of the most sought-after fashion photographers, he didn’t assume people knew who he was - most people knew his photos but not him.

“Ronon,” he said, shaking Evan’s hand after only the briefest hesitation, expression amused.

“Ronon. I like it.” Evan eyed him, then led him away from the bustling crowd on the sidewalk, toward the sand. “Can you lose the coat? Just for the pictures. You look good in it, but it’s not the greatest color on you.”

Ronon shrugged the coat off, set it on the low wall that separated the sand from the sidewalk.

Underneath the coat he wore a sleeveless brown shirt and loose brown trousers that looked almost homespun, worn and lived in, but also rugged. His skin was golden-tanned, and he was incredibly muscular. He also had a tattoo on his left forearm, a triangular geometric pattern, something about it vaguely familiar. Hawaiian, maybe?

“All right, just relax,” Evan said. “I’ll need to do a few test shots, to see how this light works for you.”

Ronon leaned against the low wall, his hands at his sides, one knee bent, and looked right at the camera. He was beautiful. He was also incredibly responsive to Evan’s requests to turn, pose. He was definitely an experienced professional, given his ability to pout and smoulder and affect different expressions on command, but Evan still couldn’t quite recall where he’d seen the man.

They spent two hours in the early morning sun, starting at the sidewalk but moving closer and closer to the water as the sun moved across the sky.

When they were finally finished Evan had hundreds of pictures, only a couple dozen of which would make good shots.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers, every fashion designer in the country is after Steve to model their clothes

Fill: Steve + Tony + surprise crossover

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Tony held up the magazine in front of Steve's face.

"What is this? (https://img.wennermedia.com/480-width/rs-239346-evans-vert.jpg)"

Steve's mouth quirked up into a half-smile. "A picture of me."

Tony pointed at the shirt Steve was wearing in the photo. "Wearing a Captain America t-shirt?"

Steve nodded. "That's what it looks like."

Tony flipped the magazine closed and shook the cover in Steve's face. "Steve, what are you doing on the cover of Rolling Stone?!"

Steve shrugged. "I've been getting calls. People have been asking me to do photoshoots, and I've had the time."

"Oh my God, no. No. Do not book anymore photoshoots. If you're going to do this, let's do it right. I'll have Pepper hook you up with an agent -"

"Not necessary."

Tony stared at him, flabbergasted. "What do you mean, not necessary?"

Steve took the magazine out of Tony's hands and threw it over his shoulder. He then returned the favor and shoved his sketchpad in Tony's face.

"Because somebody named Rodney McKay contacted me about designing a collection with him, and I'm doing it. Gotta do something in my free time, right?"

"Wait." Tony paused, deep in thought. "McKay...isn't that the guy who won Project Runway last year?"

"Yes, it is."

Tony buried his face in his hands. "Captain America is a supermodel, the world is ending..."

"Supermodel and fashion designer. Get it right."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve is a local celebrity and hero and Danny makes it his mission to get Steve into something more fashionable than cargo pants

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, "You are a fashion nightmare!"

Fill -- MCU: JB Cleans Up Good (after Feasting and Fireworks)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Living in New York, the only excuse for bad fashion is extreme poverty, which isn’t the case here. Sam looks at his lover and his lover’s estranged best friend, and sighs. Steve has the body of a Greek god,-but wears the most boring khakis imaginable, usually with equally yawnsome button-downs or 3-to-a-pack tee shirts.

JB is worse: Either he’s in chef’s whites and a hairnet for his kitchen job or he has on shapeless workout wear. Any self-respecting doorman would give him the brush-off if they tried to go clubbing.

“Okay,” Sam announces one morning. “I’m taking you two fashion nightmares to the mall. You both need some decent clothes to see and be seen in!”

There’s a huge mall on Staten Island--that’s easier than shepherding them through the garment district--which looks promising. In a good menswear store, he’s attempting to explain to Steve that the idea is to get him into something that isn’t beige. Then he turns back around and JB has disappeared.

Not good. Not because Sam thinks he’ll go rogue, but because JB is even more of a fashion disaster than Steve is.

Okay, one thing at a time, Sam reminds himself. As it turns out, there’s not a shirt in the whole store that fits Steve across the shoulders. He actually rips the sleeves out of one just trying to flex his arms. Luckily, the manager is a good sport. Steve signs the ruined shirt and poses for a picture and they get the heck out of there.

The cashier at the soft pretzel kiosk remembers JB--they follow her pointing finger. There’s no sign of him--JB is good at hiding, but he’s supposed to be getting the benefit of Sam’s fashion guidance. During their search, they find a few things Steve will look good in.

Getting him to incorporate them into his wardrobe is another thing entirely. He’s leery about wearing a canary yellow shirt, not to mention the black and white tribal print (because it isn’t plain old stripes or plaid, boohoo…). To him, jeans are for working on the docks, not a night on the town. Sam appeals to his libido (“But baby, you look so hot in them..and I can’t peel them off you if you won’t wear them!) and gets a grudging “Okay, fine…”..

Then they can turn their attention to finding the wandering ex-assassin. Please, God, he isn’t going to snap from retail overload and go on a rampage.

After a half-hour of fruitless searching, they pause in front of Hot Topic. Sam’s starting to wonder if the guy hopped a bus back to the ferry.

Steve has a good idea. “Ask Jarvis to track his phone,” he suggests.

Sam’s hand is in his jacket pocket, wrapped around his phone when a voice from behind them says, “Looking for something?”

Holy shit! is Sam’s first thought. Behind him, Steve seems to be swallowing his tongue.

JB has transformed completely. The hematite-grey faux crocodile boots are definitely statement footwear. The black jeans are sculpted to his lower half, his belt isn’t exactly basic with a retro rocket-ship for a buckle. On him, a tee shirt looks edgy, not Fruit of the Loom--how does he even know who Pink Floyd is? Gotta be Tony’s influence….

“Nice jacket,” Steve says weakly.

Italian leather with a ton of buckles and zippers, it’s a neon sign screaming, “Badass!”. The whole ensemble is perfect, and god knows what’s in the plethora of bags he’s shouldering. JB wears an innocent expression that doesn’t fool Sam for a minute. Then he realizes that clothes aren’t the only thing different. JB’s stubble has been edited into a trim mustache, while his hair has been conditioned and blow-dried, at the very least.

“Wow, Bucky--you’re definitely pulling off the Errol Flynn look better than you did when you were nineteen.”

“Thanks,” JB says briefly. “Are we done? I’m so done.”

“Yeah, we’re done,” Sam answers, just glad that JB hasn’t called Steve out on addressing him as ‘Bucky’. That’s still an issue…getting Steve to accept that JB doesn’t remember him, and maybe never will, is going to be even harder than getting him into modern clothes.

JB, on the other hand, definitely knows how to dress himself.

…

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Ugly Betty, Betty Suarez, all these years later, and Betty still remembers some things about fashion from Mode

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Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, she accidentally becomes a sensation at London fashion week.

Fill -- Luna on the Catwalk

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She’s supposed to be meeting Hermione for lunch, but as usual, Luna Lovegood is a bit distracted as she gets ready to leave. Her new kitten, Robespierre, is threatening to sink his tiny sharp claws into her new robe and climb it, and that would be dreadful.

The robe is glorious--she’s never spent so much on fabric before; the floor-length under-tunic is dyed the vivid blue of Indigoneous Bellisima, with an oh-so-sheer knee-length over-tunic of palest moonlace. She adds a pretty pendant that was her mother’s, and her most fabulous hat--its plumage is thanks to Hagrid, who collected fallen hippogriff feathers for her.

Robespierre gets a treat of fish, occupying him so she can leave. With one eye on the clock and her mind on other things--what to order for lunch, does she need a new pair of heavy-duty earmuffs (because this season’s crop of mandrakes are looking quite strong), and does she have that copy of the Quibbler article that she wants to show Hermione?--it’s small wonder that she doesn’t apparate exactly as planned.

Fortunately, she doesn’t splinch, but there’s an “Oooh!” from a roomful of people, and a lot of lights. She’s on some kind of platform like a dock, but instead of sensibly extending into a body of water, this goes out into some sort of auditorium filled with--galloping gremlins, she’s surrounded my Muggles!

Luna half-turns to retreat, but there’s a woman with a clipboard there blocking her way.

Another woman is strutting the length of the stage, wearing a pretty soft pink gown with shiny silver bits. The woman in pink is very, very tall and quite slender, reminding Luna of one of those giraffes she’s seen pictures of. Luna follows her, figuring it’s some kind of beauty pageant. That’s not her kind of thing, but she’ll fake her way through it.

The pink giraffe gets to the end of the platform, pauses and slowly turns both ways before returning the way she came. When she draws alongside Luna, the latter smiles cheerfully and says, “I like your dress!”

The giraffe looks shocked, and stumbles a bit--hardly surprising, considering the height of the shoes she’s wearing. Luna much prefers her practical black boots.

All she had to do was say “Thank you”, Luna thinks as she proceeds down the walkway. Perhaps Muggles have different customs about compliments?

When she reaches the end of the platform, she turns first to her right, then to her left. From a distance, she can hear an amplified voice saying, “--but I don’t have it listed! The dress after Tsarina is supposed to be chartreuse--that is not chartreuse! That is!”

Not her problem. Luna strides back down the dock with determination. She just wants to get out of here!

She manages a pleasant smile for the next giraffe, this one wearing something the color of creamed asparagus. (This one at least looks her in the eye.)

When she emerges from the brightly lit auditorium to the harried precincts of backstage, Luna brushes everyone off with, “Excuse me, I took a wrong turn--where’s the loo? I need the loo, please! Which way is the loo?”

As soon as she’s in the sanctuary of that chamber--she doesn’t lock it behind her because someone else is bound to need it--Luna takes a deep breath and very carefully apparates to Diagon Alley.

Success! She isn’t terribly late, and this will make quite an amusing story to tell Hermione over lunch.

…

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DC, Mari McCabe, everyone in the League goes to Vixen for costume advice

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Any, any f/f, "Babe, I know that dress costs more than my monthly rent, but right now I'd prefer if it was in a heap on the floor."

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MCU, T'Challa, AU where he is the heir to a multi-billion dollar business by day and male mod at night

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Disney, Tiana /+ Charlotte, AU where Lottie is a renowned designer and Tiana is her favorite model

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One direction rpf, girl zayn mailk /Harry styles, going to the met gala under the sea theme

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One direction rpf, girl zayn mailk /Harry styles, zayn is a new model and she runs in to her ex gigi at the Victoria secret fashion show