Flynn Rider Outfit Novels & Stories

We will be leaving shortly after that! I felt more than heard Mat grumble at me through the mind-link, he was not an early riser, and I laughed. Jake and Faith promised they would all be on time for breakfast and ready to go when they arrived. I stripped out of my sweater and leggings, shoving them into a secondary pocket in my duffel. I figured my bra and panties would suffice for travel as I had just put them on last night. I dug through the clothes that Faith and Mat had given me for my birthday, settling on a pair of fleece lined, lilac colored leggings and a long sleeve, tunic style, black shirt as well as a black semi baggy sweater. I knew the wind could be cold riding on the back of R

My eyes swept over the torn remnants of my old wool tunic scattered on the floorboards, a quiet laugh escaping my throat. Gryfyn turned around, a dark, wicked grin flashing across his sharp face as he tossed a fresh, dark green wool tunic and dark leather riding pants onto the mattress. The tunic was trimmed with dark fur at the collar, fine Northern leather doublets built for a true pack leader. "You are not wearing discarded servant clothes anymore, Vira," Gryfyn said, his golden eyes scanning my bare shoulders with possessive pride. "Dress like the Queen you are." Ten minutes later, we walked down the wide stone staircase into the great hall of Castle Lynx.

I’m practically maxed out! “Okay, since I’ve packed away most of my clothes already, I’m going like this!” I said motioning to the jeans, sleeveless turtleneck top and thong sandals that I was wearing. I will make no effort to look glamorous to impress Ryder. The Ryder I know likes me the best when I’m wearing one of his oversized shirts. He grinned at me. “Do you always look gorgeous in anything you wear?” I raised a brow at him. Is he… flirting with me?

We headed straight for the path just as a group of mounted, fairy warriors came surging through the castle gates. We reached the crossroads, and Tiernan motioned for us to stop. It only took a few minutes for the group of fairy riders to reach us. They were wearing hardened leather armor stained dark purple with black clothing beneath it but no helmets. Their otherworldly beauty was on full display and their long hair streamed out behind them like colorful banners. White, yellow, crimson, green, and even blue; the colors of both hair and skin were as varied as any painter's palette.

When they entered their room, clothes were lying out for Zoe and Ryder to wear for dinner. Ryder had a black suit with a crest. It was the crest of the Lighting Guardians. He ran his fingers over it in disbelief. Just seeing that symbol made him feel closer to his parents. Zoe's dress was a shimmering royal blue. It was floor-length, with a slit up to her thigh on one side. The dress was off the shoulder with long sleeves. Leah helped her get dressed and did her hair and makeup. When the couple looked in the mirror, they barely recognized themselves. Neither had ever worn clothes like those before.

Even from a distance, its movement looked impressive. The rider was hard to see properly because he was glinting so much. The late afternoon sun was sinking behind us, and its light reflected off what I assumed was armour. We continued walking towards them, various scenarios playing in my mind. We just had to exchange pleasantries, keep it short, then move on. No doubt it wouldn’t be that easy — it never was in this place. It turned out the rider wasn’t in full armour. He was wearing a very cool looking leather get up with metal bands on the shoulders and arms. He had curly blond hair and a huge smile on his face.

Flynn chuckled loudly, “Not like I love them though, it just seems good on your―” “Shut up, Flynn,” I intercepted calmly, if he had nothing new to say then it was just best he maintained the blessed silence in the room. Flynn groaned and I heard him walk up to the window as I pulled out a white tunic and wore it with a pair of ordinary dark breeches.

The air was hot. Bikes zoomed past us. The riders were easy to find; they all wore some variations of the same outfit: leather jacket over black t-shirts, boots, gold chains, helmets. The Outlaws and Ryders circled each other predatorily. In some corner, a fight broke out between an Outlaw and a Ryder. I could hear the punches being thrown. It felt like I’d been drenched into a world of danger. I was in shock. I had never seen such display of male bravado before.

The further they traveled, the less they felt like they belonged to the world they knew. Selene rode at the front, dressed in black leather armor custom-made for her by the Moonborn tailors. It bore silver filigree across her shoulders and hips; wolf symbols and crescent moons etched in enchanted thread. Her hair was tied in a long braid down her back, and her expression was grim. Ryker rode beside her on a black stallion, his own armor matching hers but far more rugged. His blade never left his back, and he kept scanning the forest like he expected something to jump out at them.

Flynn is now no longer allowed in the pack house. “So where is he then. I am not kidding when I said I want to go. You said I had to come. I came and now I want to leave.” “He just arrived he is over there with his mate and I believe that is her friend.” When I looked over in the direction Travis was nodding to I watched as a Male built like a small linebacker held hands with at petite little blond girl with bright blue eyes. The blond girl wore a light and flowy floral sundress. Her friend wearing high ass stilettos was attempting the hard terrain and was highly struggling. When Josh reached up to lift her and put her back down, I felt myself propelled forward and growling out a one word re