Flynn Rider Outfit Novels & Stories

Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fanny pack slung proudly across his waist like a championship belt. Jax followed, his usual broody Lycan energy completely undone by a pair of electric blue dolphin-hem shorts, a tie-dye tank with a cat DJ-ing on it, and a matching banana-yellow visor tilted to the side. Tyler emerged next with mirrored sunglasses, pastel purple shorts so short they should’ve been illegal, and a tank top that read Suns Out, Guns Out over an image of flexing flamingos. His fanny pack was glittery. Glittery.

That's how hard her grip was on my hair. "It's enough now, you two!" I grabbed Amari and placed her on my lap while massaging my scalp. "It's time to go take a shower. Aren't you supposed to be somewhere Flynn?" Flynn was dressed very formal. He wore his business suit so that means he needs to be somewhere. I don't think he would make breakfast for us dressed in a business suit. And if he did... well then, that would be a whole new level of being extra.

Anything is better than canned tuna day after day, whether it's perfect or not. Ryder and I finish our breakfast quickly, and I head back into the bedroom I share with Tobe to change for the day. I step into my "town outfit" that kept me alive and uninfected for so long in Louisville that I feel it brings me good luck. It consists of a long sleeved thermal t-shirt, which is tucked into my faded blue jeans and black boots. Then I pull on a turtleneck shirt to avoid any bites or scratches on my neck. Golfer's gloves come next, to protect my hands while allowing full range of motion.

I couldn't bear the thought of wearing the red dress, no matter how elegant and alluring. After dressing, a knock interrupted my thoughts. Opening the door, I found Pixy again. "Flora, I'll guide you to the venue." We exited the manor, strolling through the lawn until we reached a charming gazebo with a dinner setup. There, Ryker awaited, donning a semi-casual cream shirt, black slacks, and polished brown shoes. His shirt, unbuttoned at the top, offered a tantalizing glimpse of his muscular chest, while the rolled-up sleeves showcased strong, well-defined arms and a luxurious watch on his wrist.

The trucks continue to close in, and now we’re surrounded on all sides as wolves sprint out of the shadowed woods. “Now,” I growl, and Flynn opens his door, disappearing into shreds of plain clothes as his wolf leaps into the night, his gloves turning to obsidian, scaled armor that covers almost every inch of his lean, powerful body. He blends into the darkness immediately, disappearing from view. The car door slams shut on its own accord. Somewhere behind me, Kenna lets out a choked breath. More wolves are coming out of the woods and running alongside the car. I reach back with one hand and grab Kenna’s shirt. In one swift motion, I haul her between the gap in the front seats and deposit he

We were both busy doing different things for the pack. ‘I’m taking you out. Wear something sexy for me,’ Brynn linked. She refused to tell me anything else about her plans than to wear something sexy. Fine. I could definitely accomplish that. Milady got what milady wanted. ‘What do you think?’ I asked Zen. I had on her favorite pair of charcoal slacks. She swore it made my ass look ‘fucking fine’ as she put it. Then I had on a plum long-sleeved shirt with sleeves rolled up my forearm and a charcoal vest. There was a little bit of texture to my hair.

" But the media isn't aware right?" " It isn't the media I'm worried about, it's the people that are bound to hurt you when they find out!" He growled in annoyance. " Then you can assign bodyguards to me, I won't mind. Please?" I gave him puppy dog eyes. He stared at me for what seemed like minutes. How could he refuse? ♠️♠️♠️ Three hours later, "You can still change your mind about that party you know," Flynn stood at the doorpost and said while I was getting ready for the party in front of the dressing mirror. I was wearing the gown Fiona had made for me. It was a tight knee_lengthen red champagne gown.

Faline berated as they walked away from the small arena of the Aledrai Province in Vestia. "It's not my fault that I was dragged into this. I'm not a Liu, for Demetrius' sake." Faline rolled her eyes in annoyance. Her luscious blond hair was braided around her head, making it look like she was adorned with a golden crown. Her blue eyes were sharp, holding both gentleness and defiance in it. She didn't want to wear feminine clothes and so her dress was that of a man's design, hiding her womanly features inside her.

ARIA’S POV I was still trying to wrap my head around everything when the door to my hospital room burst open. Flynn stood there, completely soaked. Rainwater dripped from his hair onto his shoulders and down his dark blue suit. His chest was heaving like he had run a marathon. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. He looked wild, desperate and somehow… cute. The thought surprised me. Even now, after everything, my stupid heart still did that little flip when I saw him like this.

It must take a lot of strength to ride a dragon. “Skylar, you need to hurry,” Ryuki says to me. Instead of staring at my partially naked body like the men in the castle would, he’s watching the egg. The sound of the dragons’ humming makes it nearly impossible to hear him. I finish unbuttoning the shirt quickly, then carefully push it off my shoulders. All I’m wearing now is a thin, see-through shift that comes to mid-thigh and Ryuki's pants. “Do you want to leave that on?” he asks me, pointing to the shift. I nod, unwilling to make myself bare in front of him or anyone.