Hello! I came from yearningpine's blog and thought I'd try to support a new creator! May I request illuga with a fashion designer girlfriend that ALWAYS making him model for her? He's so confused on why you're choosing him to model for you when there is a LINE of models waiting to work with you (He's pretty sure he caught a few (many) of them glaring at him, but let's be honest his face card is definitely better than all of theirs combined he's probably became the face of your business by now💀)
May I be known as 🦢 anon?
Hello very much, 🦢 anon! Such a cute emoji for a cute ask! Thank you so very much for taking time to support me, and I'd be delighted to have you as my first-ever response! Now, let's deep dive into this, and tailor your request as our reader tailors a divine ensemble for Illuga! (Though, I apologize if it's a tad OOC until we know more about him!)
ILLUGA X FEM!DESIGNER READER!
It had felt like a long, lunar century since the last you'd stepped into the small, compact region of Nod Krai. With the recent news of a major threat being dispersed of, and the Wild Hunt's ravenous pillage being paused by the overwhelming determination of all fractions of Nod Krai playing their part, (y/n) found it fitting to journey back to Nod Krai for a number of reasons. Business reasons, of course, as quality and chic fashion would wait for no one in a world of ever-changing trends; but additionally, deeply personal ones that had to do with a certain special young man awaiting her in Piramida. After what felt like a long waltz with upper class aristocrats, uppity models, lofty trendsetters and a seemingly never-ending job of designing, tailoring and modeling, being "home" felt akin to the warmth of a comfortable sweater in a brutal tundra of cold.
Yes, that was what Nod Krai was to you. What he was to you. Nothing, not even fame or fortune, could take such away.
Unlike the bustling streets and sophistication Fontaine brought to travelers and designers seeking to study their craft professionally, to make something of themselves in the world of fashion, Nod Krai was something much more diverse and bond-driven. A collective pool from different walks of life. The different fractions, though divided in their own unique ways, always seemed to gather much like a dress tailored with different quality fabrics - different shades, textures and colors, yet ultimately something cohesive and genuine. In that anomaly of fabrics was one that was bright, golden, obsolete. Such was the Lightkeepers in (y/n)'s mind, and particularly, was her beloved Illuga. Radiant and true, compassionate and courageous in his own way. Someone who embodied the spirit of Nod Krai in your eyes; a region of those who lived true, and together, fought to live in a world of constant opposition.
Illuga, on another hand, was absolutely a ticket to ending a long-winded streak of hard work on a high note at the end of the year. With customers expecting a new collection of winter wear, and seeking new heights in fashion, how could you possibly refuse their excitement? With muse low, and feeling a desire to reconnect with the life you once knew, (y/n) knew that Illuga was the single-handed best choice to muse and model her newest designs once again. Illuga wasn't just an ordinary captain of the investigation squad (Nightmare Orioles), nor was he simply a formidable ratnik: but a young man with dashing features, a handsome man with an even more gentleman-esque personality. It was one of the many reasons you'd deeply fallen for him in your days of spending time with him under the radiant moonlight. A truly gentle soul in a region filled with inescapable darkness. A beautiful nightingale perched upon a snow-ridden branch. Your customers seemed to think similarly, given they'd always point out how a certain model always looked dashing in your designs.
He wholeheartedly supported your dream to be a designer, allowing you to be a bird free to spread your wings. How could he keep you confined, especially in a cycle of Lightkeepers that involved both life and death? Joy and grief? Dreams and despair? His greatest form of love was just that: being your Lightkeeper from afar, clearing the path ahead so you could live with joy. Illuga was no stranger to being selfless with his love, and with such, you found yourself fretting over him in your letters home. Even amongst the many mannequins did you feel a tinge incomplete. Yet, he would always come out undefeated in your back and forth - reassuring, giving gentle affections, boyish and bashful in nature.
It made your steps within the snow all the more fast-paced. Just like the racing of your heart.
It was quite the track for you to reach the industrial encampment to the farthest north of the region, but upon arrival, you could see him: commanding his men with a dominance akin to a warrior leading strategically, tactful and with accountability. Yet, upon seeing you in the blend of familiar faces? His resolution wavered subtly, blue eyes softening considerably as they gazed with something akin to a bright flame of love. How could he not, with your very presence being the light of his life? After quickly dismissing his fellow squadron, he quickly met you halfway in your walk to him, bringing you into a hug that could melt away any flake of snow.
"Welcome home, (y/n)." He softly whispered, burying his face into your neck a moment. You were finally here, safe in his arms. He felt he could finally breathe easier, as your presence made him feel his worries washing away in an instant. "You have no idea how much I missed you, how worried I was. I'm glad you made it here alright, though you really should've allowed me the chance to escort you…"
"…Even after all this time apart, you're still the same fretting ratnik that I love. Hehe, I'm just teasing, love. No need to pout. But…I'm home, Illuga. I missed you too…" You replied, nuzzling into his embrace.
You both remained like such for a pause, simply allowing the moment to sink in. Together, whole. Like a completed outfit with all accessories intact. Two cuts of the same cloth. It had almost made you lose sight of the reason you'd come back home again in the first place: to have him model for you.
"Thank you for agreeing to help me again, I promise you that this time will be fun! I've lost a bit of steam before coming home, but you always inspire me in the best of ways when I'm feeling design blocked!" You beamed, seeming genuinely excited. With you was a rather packed arrangement of suitcases, likely filled to the brim with different designs and cloth, tools and sewing threat.
Part of him wanted to politely object, but how could he? Illuga couldn't help but always falter to your genuine requests, especially with the way your eyes would light up like stars in the winter night, or the adorable way you'd make your proposal sound so deeply convincing. He always felt you could do better, thinking back to the handsome and elegant models he'd witnessed in Fontaine under your care. Yet, here you were, asking your beloved boyfriend once again for a opportunity to include him. He didn't quite understand the process behind it, but he couldn't deny feeling a small tinge of pride in knowing he was chosen.
After all, Illuga couldn't help his own self-doubts and moments of self-loathing, behind that bright and reassuring smile he gave to all. He still didn't know what you saw in him, that made you feel he was worthy than more than a fleeting friendship. Yet, he couldn't let go. He grew to love you far too much to not chase the desire to follow you, his guiding light.
"I'm always happy to help where I can, especially if it's for you. Though…you're not going to have me wearing anything too extreme, are you? I can't say I'd look too great wearing something super fancy or extravagant, but…I can try!" He'd humbly reply, curious yet slightly apprehensive.
You shook your head, giving a small laugh. "Not at all! Actually…I thought you could help me. Since it's the winter season in Fontaine, most are looking for something chic of course! But, most importantly, something warm and comfortable! It doesn't get as rigid over there, but I was hoping you could model some ideas I had for coats and suits…?" You asked, giving him a soft pleading look. "Knowing you, you'd look amazing in it. I just had to come back and find you, Illuga! Please…?"
He couldn't help but feel his cheek flush a light red, feeling bashful as he'd avert his gaze timidly. You wanted him to model something that made you think of home, of him? Even thinking he'd suit it? He couldn't help feeling a spark of joy in his heart, knowing you had such confidence in him.
"Alright, but first, how about I treat you to a home-cooked meal? You have to be hungry after spending all this time traveling, right? How are you going to give your all if your stomach's not full? I can't have you working with me on an empty stomach, love. Come on, let's head over to the dining hall." He conceded, smiling softly when seeing your joyous expression. He gently took your hand in his, leading you away to spend time before getting to the grit of business.
And goodness, what a process it was!
There he was in the comfort of his room, arms out as you took time to carefully sort and cut small adjustments in front of a full-body mirror. He was wearing a spectacular ensemble: a unique fusion between Fontainian elegance and Nod Krai's compact simplicity. A winter coat that reached to his kneecaps, followed by a fashionable pair of trousers, boots and an elegant winter cap to adorn his silver-crimson hair. He couldn't deny the nice quality of your work, nor could he deny that it didn't feel incredible to wear. He admired the artistry carefully and thoughtfully, eyes meeting your own in the mirror.
"You look stunning, you know. As expected from my favorite model." You cooed sweetly to him, making him blush in response.
"…Have you been hanging around Flins at all, by any chance? Both of you seem to have the idea of buttering me up so boldly, that I might just melt under it all. Sincerely, (y/n)…" He softly grumbled, more so out of embarrassment than a genuine pout. Yet, after a small moment of remaining quiet and contemplative, he'd look back to you with mixed emotions .
"…But…do you really mean it? I'm your favorite? You have so many people available for you back in Fontaine, but…you always seek me out. Am I really worth that high of an opinion to you? I'm just a Lightkeeper, after all."
"Of course, silly! Why wouldn't you be? There's no one else that could stand out to me other than you, Illuga!" You reassured him, putting aside your tools a moment to embrace him gently, carefully examining him. "Why do you think I ask for you to model for me so often? Or ask for your opinion so much? If there's anyone out there I trust the most, it'd be you!" You'd stated, matter-of-factly. Genuine and heartfelt, just as always.
Illuga's eyes beamed at the gentle confession, feeling a mixture of foolishness for doubting your confidence in him, and the tenderhearted softness of knowing that someone thought of him so highly. Yet, to a young man who knew little but the gnawing claws of guilt and shame, he couldn't help his soft questionings. Perhaps, there was more to him than simply being a warrior, something hidden that only you knew to seek in him. You always managed to bring forth his most positive qualities, after all.
"Enough with the doubts, dove!" You playfully exclaimed, wrapping measuring tape around him to bring him closer to you. A nickname granted to the sweetest bird to ever light the skies. "Trust me, you're going to shine, even more than the last time! It's always an honor to have my dearest Lightkeeper wearing something I designed, and…" You pulled him closer, gazing deeply into his eyes. "It gives me an excuse to be even closer to you. Fontaine may have wonderful opportunities, but…"
"It doesn't have you. The most important person to me."
That's when it hit him in full: it wasn't just about favors, or about others being "better" than him, or about what he could offer in comparison. It was about the chance to have him step away from his challenging duties, and simply have time with you. Every moment was precious when distance was involved.
"…Looks like someone else has a habit of not being forthcoming with what they're wanting, hm?"
"…But maybe that's what I love most about you. You always manage to make me pause, when I feel I'm constantly chasing just to stay ahead. Just like your designs, you always manage to surprise me with something new. Something that makes me realize I'm lucky to be loved by a rising star."
"The truth is, I missed you too. I miss you every day. Every moment you're not here, and I focus on work, a piece of me feels missing. I fret and I worry, I love and I lose, but your letters keep me going. I worried that maybe, with the life I'm bound to, that you'd find someone more free from their cage to be your model. Your muse. Your…light." He'd quietly admit, powerful yet vulnerable. Something that Illuga still wasn't quite used to, being open and on display like a mannequin in a crowd.
And that's when you knew that you couldn't have him yearning, wondering, worrying himself.
You pulled on the measuring tape, bringing him down to your level, and gifting him a kiss. He trembled a moment, eyes wide with disbelief, all before melting into it alongside you. He chased your lips, taking the opportunity to enjoy the moment than allowing himself to sink. You always managed to keep him afloat, thread by miraculous thread. He loved you more than he could dare to describe, even if the words fell in his throat as you embraced.
He'd do his best, all for you, his star fashionista.