A/N: Well, it’s finally here. Sorry for such a long wait guys but I’ve just been busier than I expected. But, I’ve had some time lately to work on this and I’m sorry if it sucks. This was meant to be only two parts, but I’ve decided that it might just be a series. Please let me know what you guys think!
It started with the room.
You rolled your eyes as Eggsy flirted with the cute hotel receptionist. He had been silent the entire flight to Paris. Of course, as soon as the attractive woman unbuttoned some of her blouse he was quite the chatterbox.
The hotel wasn’t the best the Kingsmen could offer, but they were being careful with their resources. No one wanted to risk anymore agents getting arrested, which meant a temporary frugal lifestyle for field agents.
From the outside, it appeared more of a prison than anything. You were sure you had seen the beginnings of a mugging on the ride there, and upon entering you noticed that the cold stayed with you. No heat. In the middle of winter. Lovely.
“Rupert, darling,” you started in the horrid accent your persona called for. Eggsy turned to you immediately, the receptionist forgotten. You yawned, unintentionally proving the point in your next words, “I think it’s time we headed up to our room.”
“Of course, love,” Eggsy replied in the same inflection, though it complimented his voice much better than yours. With a parting wink towards the blushing receptionist, Eggsy joined you in walking to your room.
For a moment there was silence. Then you couldn’t help but state, “You know you can’t be doing stuff like that, unless you want us to be compromised.”
“You’d best be worrying about yourself, Y/N.” He snapped back. “Unlike you, I have more than enough field experience to get this job done just fine on my own.”
You stopped mid-step, forcing him to as well. “Where the hell is all of this coming from?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You being an asshole is what I’m talking about. Ever since you came back from that mission in the Kremlin, you’ve been nothing but rude to me.”
Something flashed in Eggsy’s eyes, an emotion you couldn’t discern due to its swiftness. “Sorry if I don’t shower you with the same doting attention as everyone else at headquarters.”
You took a step back. “Eggsy I thought we were friends. Just because Princess Tilde’s getting married doesn’t mean you have to snap at me.”
“What does any of this have to do with Princess Tilde?”
“I don’t know. You tell me because Roxy says that that’s the reason you’ve been behaving like such a dick. Or is there something else no one wants to tell me?”
Eggsy just shook his head and opened the door to your room. Just the same as the rest of the hotel, it appeared rather dingy. It consisted of only one bed, a dresser, and a TV originating from back in the 70s. You headed into the bathroom, ready to change and sleep this trip away. When you exited, you found Eggsy making a make-shift bed on the floor.
“Really, Eggsy? You’re gonna catch a damn cold if you lay down there.”
“Well since I’m such a dick don’t you think I deserve that?”
“Maybe, but I need my partner to be in tip-top condition for this mission.” Sliding underneath the thin covers, you lifted the other side in a sort of invitation. He hesitated. “Eggsy,” you sighed, your sleepiness present in your voice, “just get in the damn bed already.”
He stood, though he did not appear very happy about it. He slid in next to you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the extra warmth. You turned to face away from him, placing your hand underneath your head as you closed your eyes in an attempt to sleep.
A cool wind blew from outside. Due to the thin walls of the shithole of a hotel, the breeze came straight into the room. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you released a shiver.
Without any warning, a large, muscular arm wrapped around your waist. You turned to find your eyes centimeters away from a broad chest you had tried your damn hardest not to picture for the longest time.
You glanced up to meet Eggsy’s eyes. If you allowed yourself, you could get lost in them. But what good would that do? He didn’t see you in that way. And after what happened with Dean… you couldn’t fall for another agent again.
“I need you to be in tip-top condition too, you know,” Eggsy whispered, his warm breath fanning over your face.
You snorted in disagreement. “I’m the worst partner to have. Or have you forgotten how I got this?” You motioned to the stitches on your right arm.
He traced them with his fingers, ever so lightly. He remained silent, his attention solely on the wound, before he said. “You know, Y/N, you do this thing with your nose when you lie.”
“I do not,” you scoffed in disbelief.
He smirked the slightest bit. “Yeah, you do.”
Rolling your eyes, you snuggled a bit closer to Eggsy (for warmth of course). The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a deep sleep.
I stared at her as she slept. Not that I was being a creep. It’s just… she was beautiful, a real crumpet as the lads would say back home.
She looked so peaceful as she slept. Gone were the tense shoulders and furrowed brow. Those bags under her eyes, I reckoned she hadn’t slept in ages.
Man… I had really mucked up this time haven’t I?
Y/N was right, I was being a git. I couldn’t help it though. Her words replayed in my head all hours of the day.
“If you’re trying to imply I feel something for Eggsy, then you might need more rest than I do.”
Was I really that bad? She turned me down before I could even make a move. And now I definitely wouldn’t be able to because…
I released a sigh. Another breeze ran through the room. She shivered and scooted closer until her head rested in the crook of my neck. I couldn’t resist the urge to press my lips against the top of her head. The scent of coconuts invaded my senses. Damn, her hair always smelled excellent.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to end my day every day like this. With a better room of course, but me and her, in a bed (not even in a sexual way), with my arm wrapped around her. This felt so much better than waking up every morning with a cold spot next to me, just waiting to be filled by someone… by her.
Man… I had mucked this up big time.
(Time Skip – Back to Reader’s POV)
You awoke to find yourself laying across Eggsy’s chest, both of his arms wrapped around you securely. For a moment, you reveled in the feeling of someone holding you, of the warmth he gave off. Then you felt something pressing against your upper thigh.
Oh. My. God. You thought to yourself.
Picking up your head, you glanced at Eggsy to find himself deeply asleep. Once again you succumbed to the urge to just watch him and take him in. Sure, it was a creepy thing to do, but could anyone blame you. As you took in his features, you thought back to how kind he had been when you were falling asleep, and hoped maybe he wouldn’t act like a dick and that it had just been a phase.
“I know I’m handsome, darling, but there’ll be plenty of time to stare at the gala tonight.” You stumbled out of your thoughts to see a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring at you. “What do you say to a day out in Paris before we need to get ready, love?”
You nodded your head, your heart warming as you realized he would indeed be in brighter spirits than the past week. With a smile you untangled yourself from his arms, “I’ll go get ready, then.”
(Another Time Skip to the Good Stuff, Don’t Want Any Boring Bits)
You and Eggsy walked through the streets, arm in arm. You stuck close to his side, for his warmth of course.
Snow was a rarity in Paris, but of course you two had come at just the right day. Sure, it wasn’t terrible, but you were quite susceptible to the cold.
Eggsy didn’t say anything about you clinging to him however. In a way, to you it seemed as though he welcomed it, even going so far as to wrap an arm around you.
He led you to a cafe which he and Roxy had once frequented when they went on a joint holiday. Merlin forced them to take a break from the business, and neither had a romantic partner to spend it with, so the two figured it’d be better to be in the company of a friend rather than alone.
Upon entering, you grinned at the warmth and aroma of coffee. The hostess led you both to a booth and Eggsy took your jacket before allowing you to slide in. You took off your gloves. His eyes slid to the ring on your left hand. A ring he himself had picked out from the Kingsman’s stash of jewelry.
“Bonjour, monsieur et mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Mathieu. How may I serve such a lovely couple on this fine morning?”
“Good morning, good sir. May I have a coffee, black, and a chocolate croissant.” You kept your head down so neither male could see your eyes widen and your jaw slacken at just how damn good Eggsy’s French sounded. It rolled off his tongue with ease, as though he truly was a native here.
“Et toi, belle femme?”
“May I have a chai latte and a chocolate croissant as well?” Your words may not have been as effortless or as smooth as Eggsy’s, but they would work.
“But of course, mademoiselle. Such a beautiful woman must have a lovely name, I assume?”
“Amara Foix,” you replied with a glance to Eggsy.
“And I am Rupert,” he introduced.
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Foix, I will bring your order up straight away. It should only take but a few moments.” And with that, your waiter was off.
In the time you waited for your breakfast, you and Eggsy talked about multiple things. Your families, your friends, and you even traded some stories from your youth. You had missed this companionship with Eggsy, especially how he could always make you laugh.
When Mathieu came back, you were covering your wide smile with your hand whilst Eggsy just stared at you in wonder. You blushed, and accepted your drink and croissant from the waiter.
“How long have the two of you been together?”
“Three years,” you and Eggsy answered simultaneously.
“Le coup de foudre,” Eggsy whispered, causing you to blush even more and the waiter to smile out of happiness for us.
“You two are very lucky. That sort of love is rare. Let me know if I could be of any more assistance.” With that, Mathieu was gone again.
You and Eggsy continued your easy going chatter for a while, but natural calls. “Excuse me, love,” you said, as you stood and went to search for a bathroom.
He watched you go with a smile on his face. Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself to pretend that this was all real. That you were madly in love with him, that you two really were newlyweds.
No matter the heartbreak it may cause him in the end.
A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of this. And yes, there will be a part 3
“Hey, Y/N, I have a surprise for you.” Finn knocked on the door of my dressing room, opening it slightly. “Finn, not another one.” I rolled my eyes, despite the smile on my face. “Ooo you are looking snazzy.” I complimented, letting him into the dressing room. We were at Stranger Things 2 premiere, so obviously we were all dressed up. I was wearing a black romper that had flowers on the top part, and some simple black heels. “Why thank you, you aren’t looking too bad yourself.” He smiled, handing me an envelope. “Why are you always buying me shit?” I asked, taking the envelope and opening it. Inside was two plane tickets. “Pris?!! Oh my god Finn! You did not.” I jumped in awe. “I think I did, can you not see the tickets?” He joked. “You are an amazing boyfriend.” I told him, pulling him into a tight hug. “We leave tomorrow morning.” He mumbled, hugging me back. “Tomorrow?! Finn, I have to pack!” I worried. “It’s okay baby, your mom has already done most of it, there were a few things she didn’t know if you wanted or not.” He responded. “How long have you been planning this?” I asked, sitting on the couch. “A few months.” He responded. “You’re amazing.” I whispered, kissing him softly.
“Hey everyone!” I smiled, walking into the makeup and hair room, where Millie and Sadie were. “Hey! You seem exponentially happier than you were about 20 minutes ago.” Millie commented. “Well, Finn got me a present.” I smiled. “What is it this time?” Sadie asked, walking over to both of us. “Plane tickets… to PARIS!!” I shrieked, going into complete fangirl mode with the two. “You are so lucky oh my god!” Millie shrieked with me. “I want myself a Finn.” Sadie complained. “I got myself a Finn, and honestly I don’t even know how.” I blushed. “I do, You see, Finn saw you for the first time and he immediately fell in love and now he spoils you rotten.” Millie responded. “I wouldn’t necessarily call it ‘love’.” I stated, “But, I really really like him, like remember that time we went to the beach because we had a day off and Finn asked me to be his girlfriend? That was a great day, he was so sweet about it and we were both bushing like crazy. Or the time he took me to the ice cream parlor and we were laughing so hard I dropped my ice cream so he shared his. Or the time we were in that interview and they asked who our celebrity crush was and he answered me and then the crowd awed and shit, god that was cute but embarrassing.” I continued, not realizing I was rambling. I looked over to Millie and Sadie who had goofy grins on their faces. “What?” I asked confused. “Y/N You are so in love, it’s adorable.” Millie laughed. “And don’t say you aren’t because we all can see it on both of your guys faces when you talk to each other.” Sadie added.
“Okay, so if I am in love, what do I do?” I asked. A worried expression on my face. “Tell him.” They responded in unison. “When, that’s not something I can just go up to him and be like ‘Yo Finny, Im in love with you! Enjoy the new information.’” I responded. “You are literally going to Paris tomorrow.” Millie rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah.” I responded, laughing a bit.
“I’m so excited!” I beamed at the airport. Finn and I had already made our way through security and now we’re just waiting to board. His parents were coming with us but we got our own separate hotel room, and Finn bought me and him First Class tickets. “Hey, you okay?” I asked him, he looked nervous, and he wasn’t saying much, which normally he’s always talking. “Yeah, I was just….. Thinking.” He mumbled, looking at the ground. “About..?” I asked, worry lacing my words. “What would’ve happened if one of us never auditioned for season 1? What if the IT movie actually started filming the time it was supposed to and I couldn’t do Stranger Things? Wh-” I put my hand on his cheek, trying to calm him down a bit. “Finn, why are you thinking about all that?” I asked, looking into his eyes. “I just can’t picture my life without you and I’ve been worrying about you leaving me.” He mumbled, looking back down at the ground. “Finn, I don’t even want to think about what I’d be like without you. I definitely wouldn’t be as confident as I am now, I’m not going to break up with you and I don’t plan on that ever happening.” I responded, rubbing his back. “You mean so much to me.” He stated, looking back at me. I didn’t respond, instead I kissed his lips to show him how much he means to me.
“Finally!” I relaxed, falling onto the hotel bed. After 10 hours on a plane you get pretty bored. It was about 11pm in Paris but it would be about 2pm in California so neither of us were tired. “This is a very fancy hotel.” Finn commented, falling onto the bed next to me. “Do you want to go out and explore?” Finn asked, a cheeky grin on his face. “Of course I do! Its paris!” I smiled, jumping off the bed and heading towards the door.
“Wow this place is amazing.” Finn commented in awe of all the beautiful buildings. “Yeah, do you want to sit down?” I asked. We had made our way to a cute little park. We both layed down on the grass, looking up at the sky. “Wow, starts are so beautiful.” I commented. “These starts are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” Finn replied, looking over at me. I blushed and looked back at him.
“Y/N, I need to tell you something.” Finn stated, the smile disappearing from his face. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while but I just didn’t know how and now we’re in Paris and I think it’d be a good time to let you know.” He rambled. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” He finished, looking into my eyes, worry covering his features. “Finn, I feel the same way, I think I’m in love with you too.” I half smiled, a bit unsure of what to do next. “Thank god.” He mumbled before pulling me into a tight embrace. I giggled at his sudden movements while hugging him back. He pulled away just enough to look into my eyes. I closed the gap between us, kissing his lips. It felt different, better. Usually when we kiss, it’s quick and sweet, but not this time. This time it was a long, and full of passion and love, something i’ve never felt before.
Context: Adrien as a kid meets ancient Chinese Ladybug. It’s just an idea I can’t get out of my head, lol.
When Adrien arrived in China with his father, he didn’t expect it to be a big deal. His father was always searching for inspiration from different countries - just last year, they had visited Ireland.
Beijing was cool and breezy, and although the smog was a little strong, it was a beautiful city, with bright lights and cool statues. Adrien was glad he could understand bits and pieces of the rapid-fire Mandarin the locals spoke - despite learning it for two years, it was difficult to grasp.
His father glanced back at him. “Adrien, could you stay here for a while? I need to go inside the pottery shop, but the pottery pieces are very fragile and I do not want you to break anything.”
Adrien blinked in confused disappointment but lingered at the door of the shop. He wished he’d chosen to stay with his mother at the hotel instead of whining to go outside.
He sat on the sidewalk and looked around. There were many red candles on the roads and food piled up randomly nearby. He didn’t understand why. Wouldn’t it attract rats?
There was a soft sound of footsteps. Adrien glanced up to see a Chinese woman in red robes like a martial artist, her blue hair in a neat bun. She wore a spotted mask. Adrien wondered if she was a cosplaying supehero. How cool was that?
The woman sat next to him. “Hello,” she said in perfect French. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
“No, you’re cool,” he said happily. “Are you a superhero? What’s your name? I’m Adrien!”
She smiled at him. “My name is Xing Wu. Is China a nice place for you?”
He nodded. “It’s very měi lì,” he pronounced carefully, the Mandarin words for ‘pretty’. “Like you!”
Xing Wu looked pleasantly surprised. “That’s sweet of you, Adrien. Do you know why we put the joss sticks and food on the roads?”
He shook his head. “What are joss sticks?”
“They’re the ones that look like candles,” she explained patiently. “It’s part of the Hungry Ghost Festival.”
Adrien shivered. “Ghosts? Aren’t they scary?”
“They won’t bother you if you treat them nicely. That’s why we put food and joss sticks, to fulfil their hunger.”
That was when he noticed the translucency of the Chinese woman, her outline faint and glowing. “You…you’re a ghost?”
Xing Wu shrugged. “Yes, I am. But not like the others. Someday, Adrien, you will experience a great loss. But with that loss, comes a calling. And you must stand by her.”
“Who is she?” Adrien asked. He definitely should’ve been more scared of a ghost than he was, but this one seemed so nice that he felt perfectly safe.
“You’ll know. I am her ancestor.”
“It means I’m her family from a long time ago.”
“Adrien, who are you talking to?” His father asked, standing next to him. “Get up, we’re going back to the hotel.”
The ghost bowed to him. “We will meet again when you see her. Á plus tard, Adrien.”
“I…I’m super clumsy. Sorry.”
Chat Noir stared at her curiously. The blue hair, her eyes, the spotted mask….
“And you must stand by her.”
He smiled a little. “Don’t sweat it, clumsy girl. I’m new at this too.”
In the distance, there was a loud crash, possibly Stoneheart wrecking the city.
“H-hey!” The girl said nervously. “Where are you going?”
Chat Noir grinned at her. “To save Paris, of course. Are you coming?”
Fun fact: I named Ladybug Xing Wu, which in Mandarin Chinese would be 幸武, the words meaning “lucky” and “of war” respectively. (Totally not taking the liberty of me flaunting my being Chinese.) The Hungry Ghost Festival is a legit thing too, but since I don’t live in China, it may be inaccurate and I apologise in advance. I’m also not Buddhist or Taoist, so, double inaccuracy. Anyhow, leave me feedback if you want to say anything! Thanks!
How would the mercs show their love and affection to their male s/o. Like dates they would take their s/o on, do they like kisses, etc
((Thanks for my first submission! You’re the best!! Hopefully I got the format right and tumble won’t screw me this time.
()Totally cocky and flirty with his male s/o, especially in public. Sexy winks every five minutes, grabbing your hand when you aren’t paying attention, etc. He LOVES to show you off.
()When you’re alone he’s a little more bashful and can turn into a total blushing mess when you turn on the charm.
() He loves neck kisses/kisses that leave hickeys and marks, even with all the teasing he gets for it from the other guys.
() Always wants to pick the dates, because he knows “the BEST” places to go. It usually ends in a fight and him getting banned from ever returning, but you know. Never a dull moment.
()Solly is a simple man when it comes to love. He has no shame and will grab his male S/O by the hips in public and loudly declare his intentions to have them that night. He’s totally NOT opposed to this being the opposite way, either.
()He’ll mostly let his S/O pick the dates, and try not to act bored out of his mind if it’s anything other than the battlefield.
()As for kisses, he’s kind of rough. It’s just the way he is.
()SUCH a sweetheart to his S/O honestly it’s ridiculous.
()He’ll pepper you with kisses from head to toe if you let him, mask or no mask, he’s a snuggle bug and loves to be near you.
() Takes you strange places for dates, like the top of tall buildings to watch a fiery sunset or a burrito shack in the middle of the desert. But it doesn’t matter; he’s always so affectionate you know he means the best.
()Blushy and nervous in public OR private, stutters over some of his words and gets red in the face, even after him and his S/O have been together for awhile.
()Call his male S/O pet names that are ridiculously sugary (I.E. ‘lovebug’, ‘dumplin’) casually in conversation and gets red in the face when it’s pointed out.
() LOVES to be kissed on the head. His s/o is likely taller than him so that’s an added bonus for scalp kisses!
() He’d much prefer to let you pick the dates, but if it’s left up to him he’ll go generic; a nice dinner and movie, perhaps.
() Like Scout, he’s kind of cocky. Doesn’t try to hide his s/o and makes sure everyone knows that they belong to him.
()Grabby hands on your thighs, drunken smooches, you’ll probably have to carry him home from the bar and he’s VERY clingy when he’s tipsy
()For dates he’ll take you to nice little rural restaurants, where you can both relax and be yourselves.
() Such a gentle sweetheart!!
() Calls his male s/o pet names in Russian, sometimes naughty ones that he won’t reveal the meaning to.
() Wouldn’t say it out loud but he loves nose kisses/eskimo kisses
() Goes simple but very romantic for dates. Picnics, museums, that kind of thing. He’s a deep thinker, so he finds intellectual places stimulating, but anywhere he can be with you is good.
() Wowow such a romantic.
() Showers his male s/o in lavish gifts, expensive things he thinks they’ll like. Only the best for his s/o.
() his kisses are perfectly timed and he appreciates your lips like a fine wine
() Romantic places for dates; of course, he would do Paris if you’re up for it (it’s the city of lovers, Mon Ami!), but mostly just fancy dinner reservations, concerts, that kind of thing.
() Acts like you aren’t even together in public unless someone else is moving in to talk you up, then he’s by your side at an instant looking like he’s about to go feral on the other person
() He secretly loves chest kisses shhh
() dates are almost always adventures into the wild unless you explicitly ask otherwise. He’ll pack your favorite foods and take you out to a gorgeous, unknown camping spot in the middle of nowhere.
() Not the most outwardly affectionate person, but once you’ve been with him awhile he starts to loosen up
()Takes his male s/o places he thinks he’ll like; plays (he prefers murder mysteries and dark comedy), fine eateries, the beach, etc. He’s a very scientific man, so he’ll gauge your reaction at each place until he figures out what you REALLY like.
() Smooches while he’s working are a no-no, he gets so distracted he can’t think
It had been a long six months, and you were finally on shore leave. The newly launched USS Archer, on her maiden mission, had been everything you’d hoped your first cruise would be. Loads of opportunity to make first contact with early warp civilizations, and a lot of diplomatic missions that excited you. The Archer was following in the not-so-distant wake of the Enterprise, finalizing agreements that had been initiated by the famous and sometimes notorious Captain Kirk and his crew. It had been hard word, rewarding, interesting and an experience you would remember as you built your career.
But now, now it was shore leave, and you were ready to blow off some steam. First, an official gathering. A diplomat, even a relatively new one, couldn’t start shore leave without a quick liason with the brass. As you got ready for the evening, you were just grateful that because you were on a Federation base, you would wear civilian clothing. Made the sanctioned event feel slightly less work-related.
You slipped a classic little black dress over your head, shimmying it over your hips and adjusting the cowl neck to allow an appropriate shoulder-to-cleavage ratio. You fixed your make-up quickly, fluffed your hair and double-checked your appearance in the mirror. You looked amazing.
um, is everyone out to kill me tonight? because the only asks i get is harry and travelling JUST TO KILL ME
but noooo Paris with Harry would be a dream. you know when he looks like a prince? that’s how I picture him. in a flowy white shirt, somehow looking casual as ever, and maybe the hat he’s been wearing lately. and his hair? it would be looking like it did on carpool karaoke. soft enough that it would almost be irresistible to not run your fingers through it, so much so it’s annoying.
he would be in the best mood. being on holiday with you? just you? it’s enough to put him in a mood where he thinks he could light every street light with his happiness. but being in Paris, he’s filled with a little extra love and a little extra compassion for you. he wouldn’t know what it is about the city. the busyness that’s always going on, yet somehow it always seems so calm. how, even surrounded by people from all places (the tourists with their cameras and smiles all around, or the locals who seem so in their place you should be taking photos every moment) he feels as though it is only the two of you.
he’d be looking at you constantly. while you’re walking up the eiffel tower (deciding to take the stairs because “come on, love, we don’t get to do this everyday. got t’ appreciate it in all it’s glory”). when you’d look back at him, a little puffed and slightly red faced from all the stairs, all he’d see is the blush in your cheeks that he thinks he could compare to roses, and the look of awe he thinks fills your eyes - like you’re looking at the entire world in front of you.
or maybe, when you get back to your hotel room, he’d be struck by just how beautiful you look. when you’ve got no makeup on, fresh and bare faced. you’d be standing in door way to the balcony, windows open while the sun begins to set in front of you. he wouldn’t be sure if it was the array of colours that dusted over the city, or the way the sun seemed the melt your skin golden in front of his eyes. how you hair would sit on your skin so delicately that he could compare it to the dew that sits on flowers in the dawn of the morning.
he’d find you irresistible. as you would him, of course. it’s something about Paris, right? something about Paris that makes him stand behind you and brush the hair off the side of your face. his fingertips would be soft, tickling your skin in the most beautiful way. and he’d be warm. warm when he wrapped one arm around your waist to turn you around, and warm when the other hand would rest on your jaw to move your lips to his. you’d been like this a million times before but, the hitch in your breath wouldn’t go unnoticed. with the barely there touch of his lips that burnt each spot they touched, and the heat that sunk into your skin from his tattoo-drawn hands, you truly felt ‘butterflies in your stomach’.
he had decided he would blame in on Paris, the cheesy words that fell from his lips.
“you know” he had whispered on your lips. “i think tha’ we should get married here. when it happens”
he had smiled, before he put his lips on yours. it was the kind of kiss where the world fell away beside you. it was slow and gentle and one of his favourites. you had your small hand against his chest and his finger tips squeezed a bit at the skin of your waist. he decided he would blame it on pairs but, he could stay like that forever.
1. Kim Kardashian - Libra. Aquarius is all about communication and Libra is all about networking - a powerful dynamic duo for the creation of an amazing brand. all about networking. Aquarius is all about networking as well but their networking skills are more so organic while Libra has networking skills that are practical and strategic. Although Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton grew up together, Kim noticed that Paris Hilton became a tabloid target that soon became infamous for creating a lifestyle brand out of partying and being famous for being famous. Paris Hilton was more so in the fame game for the fun and the attention, while business minded Kim Kardashian noticed this ‘brand’ could turn her into a future mogul with strategy and balance. Far ahead of the movement, Kim begins networking practically throughout The Simple Life production, creating brief cameos while she cleaned out Paris Hilton’s closet and sold the unwanted items on eBay (the internet having influence on her career - of course). Intellectually curious Aquarius snaps into reality and notices Libra’s practical strategy with basically creating a virtual online store and get’s the idea (because Aquarians are all about innovation and ideas) to start creating a lifestyle brand behind the socialite world - begins selling cosmetics, jewelry, perfume, etc - basically what Kim did but in extravagance. Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton soon become 'spotlight’ bestfriends after The Simple Life - of course two Air signs would get along they way Kim and Paris did. Refined and super posh Libra is enjoying the glamour and galore that comes with being bffs with a jetsetting socialite, the perfect lifestyle for a Libra, to be honest. Libra is all about balance like I previously stated, Kim wants Paris’ lifestyle without the trouble making, the negative notoriety, and drugs - and does this, literally releasing a sex tape with Ray J and branching into her own spotlight the same exact way that Paris did. Aquarius are very original people - Paris was the first one to originate intentionally branding off creating a sextape - so it’s no surprise that Paris inspired Kim the way that she did. Free spirited Aquarius doesn’t want anything that will restrict their freedom and precisely coinciding the Kardashian and Hilton brand would exactly do that - they soon cut off lines of communication.
2. Lindsay Lohan - Cancer. Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan used to literally be best friends but there is usually trouble awaiting Paradise in most Cancer and Aquarius relationships. Cancer and Aquarius both have very hot tempers. Cancers expresses their tempers in aggressive moodiness and Aquarius expresses their temper in a 'I don’t give a fuck - I’ll do what the fuck I want to do’ manner. It’s no surprise that Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan had one of the biggest feuds in tabloid history. Constant competition and ideas clashing - the Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton beef is notoriety for the main goal being to become more famous than the next - I believe Lohan’s feelings got the best of her. Cancers emotions will boil in a toxic manner by Aquarius’ complete non-chalance towards their emotions, it’s a constant vicious cycle. An emotionally vulnerable Lindsay is in constant scrutiny via Paris through the media. Paris begins taunting Lindsay via the paparazzi and even ends up getting into a physical altercation with Lindsay at a party - she literally doesn’t give a fuck, and expresses multiple time that LiLo is 'dead to her’. The only one damaged in this scenario seems to be the emotionally sensitive Cancer, drug abuse seems to be the common escape goat for most water signs. “I only did coke 10-15 times” - Lindsay.
3. Nicole Richie - Virgo. Virgos are super over analytical, - after becoming an adult and understanding the dynamics on power within friendships - I often notice that Nicole has a subtle way of bringing Paris Hilton back down to reality with little jabs in that passive-aggressive, snarky Virgo undertone. I feel like Aquarius is a bit turned off by Virgos super keen down to earth nature, misconstruing Virgos humility with lacking couth. Aquarius and Virgo are two super communicative signs just in different aspects. Virgos use their communication skills for helping others and creating practicality, while Aquarians pretty much communicate just to communicate - I feel like Nicole Richie always felt as if she was secretly more intelligent than Paris and that her common sense makes her more attractive that Paris. I could definitely see envy growing in an Aquarius and Virgo friendship, it’s a constant battle of wits!
4. Brandon Davis - Virgo. Hilton’s partner in crime with the destruction of Lindsay Lohan, like a real life Mean Girls - of course it’s with a Virgo - Virgos know exactly where to hit you where it hurts! A relationship with a male Virgo and a female Aquarius might actually be way more chill and compatible with two female Virgo/Aquarius. Virgo has a 'cool’ energy similar to Taurus that might be super attractive to the trendy, innovative Aquarius. Aquarius’ eccentricity and free spirited nature can be relaxing to the super neurotic Virgo. Hilton and Davis have a flirty - brother & sister relationship. They definitely value each others intellect.
5. Chanel West Coast - Virgo. It’s safe to say Paris has a thing for Virgos when it comes to the Earth signs. Paris/Aquarians love girls who know how to network their way through life, communication is key for catching the eye for any Aquarius! Chanel has managed to integrate herself into the popular reality television show, “Love & Hip Hop - Hollywood’ after co-hosting on the Ridiculousness show and has recently has made a very personal appearance on Hilton’s Snapchat - found partying and provocatively mingling, the overall vibe just seemed super chill and organic - Virgos have that cool edge although they can be very uptight mentally, they notice like - everything.
6. Nicole Lenz - Aquarius. Nicole and Paris both have that super dewy, galactic Aquarius energy. There will be a constant wavelength of attraction between two Aquarius’ hence they bond on a higher frequency than the other zodiac signs. Two Aquarians can quench each others undying thirst for intellectual stimulation and other areas as well, *wink. Nicole and Paris have showcased their very personal relationship in personal photographs - two complete free spirits! Don’t give a fuck till we die, eh?
7. Casey Johnson - Virgo/Libra cusp. Two signs that attracts Paris the most can definitely cause a dual sided relationship almost like being friends with a Gemini. On the outside, it seems as if Casey was secretly envious of Paris for stealing the spotlight that she always dreamed of. But on the inside, there were rumors of Paris stealing Caseys boyfriend and only gaining the spotlight she had because Casey was too sick to network. Either way, Casey used her super keen intellectual - Virgo/Libra networking skills to create individual spotlight through branding off her connection with being apart of Paris "Famous for being Famous” entourage.
8. Tara Reid - Scorpio. Super intense, emotional water signs are a huge turn off for Aquarius/Paris - which is no surprise that this friendship ended tragically as well as her previous friendship with another water sign that has a habit of brooding emotions - Cancer/Lindsay. Poor communication and negative energy could form within a Scorpio and Aquarius relationship. Aquarius is too care free to give a fuck about the toxic emotions that Scorpios hold.
9. Brittany Flickinger - Libra. Of course a Libra won on Paris Hiltons show, “My New Bff” - a show that revolves around networking yourself into the world of Paris. Successfully, another Libra managed to (temporarily) acquire the friendship of Paris through networking practically on a reality television set - this show being Paris of course. Brittany’s smooth communication skills are effortless beauty and Venus energy were definitely her strengths on the show. Wish they would publicly reconnect!
10. Lil Wayne - Libra. Kim, parts of Casey, her sister, and Britney - Paris loves the carefree, intellectual energy from other Air signs - and it’s obviously that Paris favorite air sign is Libra! One of the most intelligent, practical marketing moves that Lil Wayne has recently made was signing the super popular Paris Hilton to his record group - YMCMB (Young Money Cash Money Business).
How many "Notre Dames" are there in Paris? of course there is the Notre Dame de Paris, as well as Notre Dame des Champs, Notre Dame (the Polish one that I used as a landmark), Notre Dame de Lorrette and I think that's all the ones I know of. They are all beautiful :) I grew up in Protestant churches so I was used to very simple architecture.
Oh there are tons of “Notre-Dame”! Here’s the full list of “Notre-Dame” churches and chapels in Paris only:
Le temps est précieux, sachons en jouir tel qu'il est,
et gardons-nous par notre impatience
d'en troubler le paisible cours. | Time is precious, let us know how to enjoy it as it is, and keep us by our impatience to disturb the peaceful course. (Jean-Jacques Rousseau)
So I'm here in Paris studying abroad! Do you have any recommendations for restaurants, monuments & other places? I love your art btw I love your blog & instagram so much!
Hi anon ^^
It’s your lucky day, I did a post about one year ago that will certainly answer your questions! You can find it HERE.
Otherwise, you have great exhibitions at the moment: Medusa, an exhibition about jewelry (ALL kind of jewelry, from Liberace’s rings to Michael Jackson’s glove to Cartier’s bracelets) at The Musée d’Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris, an exhibition about the collaboration between Balthus/Giacometti and Derain, still at the same museum and also, in a completely different style, an exhibition about Superheroes (DC comics, The Dawn of Superheroes) at the Artludik Museum at the Cité de la Mode et du Design. You also have a very beautiful exhibition about Christian Dior at the Musée des Arts décoratifs.
Also, if you haven’t visited it yet, the Fondation Louis Vuitton at the Jardin d’Acclimation is really a thing of beauty.
If you want to relax, what is enjoyable to do at the moment is to have a drink near the Bassin de la Villette.
And as we are in July, of course, you also have Paris Plage
Finally, if you have the time, you can ride the RER and go to Versailles to enjoy the Grandes Eaux du Chateau de Versailles. (check out the hours and availability on the Internet)
Hope you are enjoying your stay here anon :) Thanks a lot for enjoying my art and have a great summer :)
holy shit give me MORE steve + tonys daughter!!!!!!! give me them BONDING and give me steve realizing that he has known three generations of starks and give me tonys daughter teasing steve bc he's so damn old give me ALL OF IT
“Uncle Steve! I didn’t realize you were back from Niger…which I know nothing about, of course.”
Steve grins and pulls Victoria into a tight hug. It’s been months since she’s seen her, what with her all the way across the pond, studying in Paris. “Of course, not. We managed to complete the mission early and you know Tony likes to have everyone home for Christmas, so I figured why not.”
Victoria beams as she pulls back. “Dad will be very pleased even though he pretends he doesn’t care. Is Bucky with you?”
“No, he’s with Sam. They’re, I don’t know, in D.C. to pick something up?” Steve shrugs.
“Captain!” Tony’s voice booms down the hallway. “Howmany times do I have to tell you to send a little warning before you come trampling into my tower?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “It’s nice to see you too, Tony. Merry Christmas.”
Tony stops dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in shock. “Was that…I’m sorry, were you just civil to me?” He clasps his heart for a good measure, causing his daughter to scoff.
“My God, dad!”
“What a momentous occasion! JARVIS, tell me you got that. I have to contact to the Guinness people! It’s a Christmas miracle!”
“I will put salt in your coffee,” Steve replies flatly.
Tony chuckles. “Aw, Steven. You love me too much for that.” He pulls Steve in for a warm hug and Steve does not laugh at how small Tony is in his arms. Maybe he did, a little. In his head. What? It’s cute. If Tony wasn’t happily married, Steve would’ve totally made a move on him by now. (More likely, Bucky would’ve seduced Tony and dragged Steve along with him.) Not that Tony ever has to know any of this, of course.
“I missed you too, Tony. I’m glad to be home for Christmas.”
Tony smiles at him, eyes crinkling at their corners and radiates so much happiness that it makes Steve ache with it. “So. Are you done with whatever you were working on the lab? You could join Vic and I for…” Steve trails and glances at the TV, realizing he had no idea what Victoria had been watching before he came in.
“Arrested Development re-runs,” Victoria finishes for him, her voice wavering for some reason. “Your favorite episode is coming up, Dad.”
Tony melts. “How could I say no that? But I’m getting popcorn!” With that, he disappears into the kitchen and Victoria and Steve settle into the sofas, twisting and turning until they’re comfortable.
Tony returns in a few minutes with two bowls of popcorn and sits on Victoria’s other side. The lights dim and the show is unpaused.
A couple of hours pass as they binge-watch the show. Laura joins them for a few episodes before she has to run off. A sudden movement to his left catches his attention and he sees Victoria lean up to kiss Tony’s cheek.
It’s a quiet murmur, but Steve still catches the words. “Thanks, Dad. I know you’ve been busy.”
“Anything for you, you know that. I’m sorry I’ve busy,” Tony replies. It’s the most serious he’s ever seen Tony. He knows Tony used to fret constantly about being a father, or rather being like his father. It’s been years and Steve thought he’d gotten over his fears. After all, he’s one of the best fathers Steve knows.
Perhaps those fears aren’t something someone just “gets over”. Perhaps it’s a life-long struggle. But Steve knows Tony well enough to know that he’d consider the fight, the love, the…all of it worth it if that meant getting to be Victoria’s father.
Steve smiles ruefully and turns back to the TV. Bucky and him have talked about children, of course, but they’d decided against it. It’s not safe with the lifestyle they lead and neither of them were willing to give up being a soldier. But that was years ago. Maybe…maybe it’s time to revisit the topic. Maybe, maybe he could finally hang up the shield.
Once he’d thought he’d never put down the shield, he knew enough of the world to be realistic of its threats, but happiness… a family, that’s important too. For every Nazi, white supremacist, terrorist and villain out there, there are more like Sam, like Tony, like Jane…like Howard.
Howard was a good man when Steve knew him. Even good men can make mistakes. Though that probably wouldn’t stop him from punching the guy if he ever saw him again.
“You are looking way too serious for this show, Uncle Steve.”
Steve starts out of his thoughts and looks at Victoria…and Tony.
A beat pauses before both the Starks beside him start cracking up.
“Woooooooowwwwww,” Victoria says between giggles. “Did it take you this long to figure that out?”
Hey love! Do you know any fics where either h or l is a past/recovering alcoholic? Past drug addict is okay too, but mainly alcohol please. Love you 😘
Feels Like Coming Home
, by @phd-mama : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at
the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex,
Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what
happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry
hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him.
But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the
restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry
thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives. (60k, E)
A Thousand Miles From Comfort
, by @littlelouishiccups : In which Louis is a closeted gay actor and a recovering addict with a
troubled past. Harry is the personal trainer who helps him get his life
back in shape.With Liam as Louis’ childhood best friend, Zayn as a famous R&B artist, and Niall as a fanboy.(aka the trainer au) (74k, E)
With These Arms Folded
, by @taggiecb : Harry Styles is living a peaceful existence in California as a
very successful song writer. He has his lake house, and his cat, and his
small town existence. That is until he receives a curious email one
sunny summer morning, and his life almost immediately gets turned upside
down buy a force that’s bigger than any storm he’s seen outside his
window. (21k, NR)
burn to ash
, by @bethaboolou : Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes
in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and
never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty
years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes,
but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the
old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile
he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his
lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his
innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in
place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to
meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later. (116k, E)
- the dreams you left behind
, by cat331x13
After Louis returns from a week-long guest spot a US chat show
to an empty flat and a ‘Dear John’ letter from Harry, life as he knows
it changes completely. Fast-forward two years and Louis has taken to
hiding away in a tiny village in the English countryside where he isn’t
known as Louis Tomlinson, ex-boybander, and has managed to live a
relatively quiet life. That is until Liam, Zayn and Niall come to see
him and he remembers everything he has tried to forget.When he
reads of Harry’s Christmas engagement in the papers, he does the only
thing he knows to mask his sorrow; drinks so much he ends up in
hospital. Cue visiting family and a return to London, where he learns
not everything is as it seems, the mistakes of the past can be forgiven
and that maybe he might get his happy ending after all. (31, T)
I’m gonna add these fics even if it’s not technically past alcoholism :
- No One Does It Better
, by nodibs : Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met. (50k, E)
I’m always tired but never of you
, by @lalalaartje :
Harry is a photographer on his way to a summer course in Paris. Louis is
a almost paediatric resident on his way home after a month of
backpacking through Europe. They meet after their train is stranded in a
foreign city. All they have is one night before they each leave for
their own destination, so they decide to make the most of it. Or the
Before Sunrise adaptation that somehow decided to be a hospital fic with
doctor!Louis who pines after photographer!Harry who is currently at the
other side of the North Sea.
To Give You a Hand to Hold
, by @gettingaphdinlarry :
Marine Louis Tomlinson is medically discharged when an IED explodes in
Afghanistan. Months later, he’s reunited Stateside with his Navy medic
Harry Styles. The two of them shelter each other even as they refuse to
admit they’re in the throes of PTSD, until one night nearly destroys
(26k, not really alcoholism, but alcohol abuse)
Everyone is saying it’s Emily Fields birthday today. Well anyways could you write a prompt of Alison celebrating her birthday? With fluff of course.
had to write this as soon as i saw it wtf I LOVE
room was warm considering the crisp November morning that had settled
outside, and the pair of them were wound together, their bare skin
warming them both, “Happy birthday baby” Ali lay on top of
Emily’s tummy, their feet entwined together at the end of the bed.
saying that” Emily grumbled “I’m becoming a grandma” Soft
crinkles appeared next to her eyes as Ali shook her head, running her
finger down Emily’s thigh. “I love my flowers. They’re
stunning” Around her gold ribbons hung from the ceiling, and a
beautiful bunch of white roses sat on her bedside table.
a beautiful girl” Ali teased. “Em, you’re 25” Ali she
continued with a laugh “you aren’t allowed to start calling
yourself old yet” Emily just pursed her lips, running her hand
through Ali’s hair, neglecting to reply. “Anything I can do to
put a smile back on your face?” Ali wiggled her eyebrows
suggestively, placing her lips on the insides of her thigh as she
trailed her with soft kisses.
Emily said, her breath already hitching in her throat at the feel of
for my birthday girl” The room suddenly quietened as Emily lay back
against the bed, her legs already going weaker and her hands grasping
at the sheet as Ali-
The door of their bedroom flung open as Emily was beginning to lose
herself, Hanna’s voice booming in through the room.
Ali muttered, not leaving her position as Em pulled the sheets
. “Get out, Hanna” She demanded. Hanna stood in the
doorway still, a champagne bottle in her hand and a cream fur coat
wrapped around her shoulders.
birthday!” She yelled loudly “I’ve come all the way down to see
you so put some clothes on and come downstairs”
me!” Ali called back, only half teasing, as Hanna left them alone
Emily moaned as she leaned back again, only to be disappointed as Ali
pulled herself up, wrapping the bed sheet around herself. Emily
frowned, but followed Ali off the bed.
have to go and celebrate” She whispered, taking her hand and
pulling her into a hug.
have nothing to celebrate” Emily whined “can’t we just stay in
bed all day?” Ali shook her head as Emily rested her head on her
chest, the slow beat of her heart a comforting and familiar sound.
your birth is definitely something worth celebrating” She said
breathlessly, reluctantly letting her go as she went to get dressed
“I know you hate surprises, so I should warn you that everyone is
downstairs waiting for you” The noise that emitted from Emily’s
mouth was laughable.
hate you sometimes” She teased, throwing a pillow at her head. “Are
you ready?” Ali paused as she finished changing, not turning around
for a second as she fiddled with something in her wardrobe. “Ali?”
She pressed her “I thought you wanted to rush”
do” Ali breathed “but I don’t want to rush this” Emily
frowned as Ali walked over to her again with an envelope in her hand.
“and I can’t wait all day to give you this. So sit down” Emily
did as she was told, happy to be reunited with the comfort of her
said no presents” Emily muttered as Ali rolled her eyes, handing
her the envelope tentatively, her hand shaking a little.
know you don’t love your birthday” She began,her voice “but I
thought as it’s our first birthday as fiancées, it was time to
god, what did you do” Emily teased, carefully opening the envelope
as two slips of paper fell out.
and see the romantic side before you flip” Ali begged as her eyes
flitted over what appeared to be plane tickets, and the word Paris
flashed before her eyes.
didn’t” Emily said almost inaudibly as her eyes pricked with
tears, and her heart pounding relentlessly in her chest as she looked
up at Ali and saw her grin stretching across her face, eyes
sparkling. “Ali-” Emily began, only to be cut off by Alison’s
going for a week, in February, we’ll be there for Valentines day
and Jason and Liz have already agreed to have Finn. Please say yes.
Just say yes” Emily couldn’t speak, her mouth going dry and her
body feeling lose.
course” She eventually managed to say yes “of course I’ll go to
Paris with you” Emily flung herself at Ali, her lips crashing down
on her as she pushed her over onto the bed. “I love you so much I’m
not even going to ask how you afforded this” Ali chuckled, kissing
Emily lightly on the nose.
“It’s what you deserve, babe”
She promised “I’d give you the world if I could”
thing I already have it” Emily replied as she lost herself in the
taste of Ali’s lips.
“Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in anything. Moreover, he was one of the students who had learned the most during their course at Paris; he knew that the best coffee was to be had at the Cafe Lemblin, and the best billiards at the Cafe Voltaire, that good cakes and lasses were to be found at the Ermitage, on the Boulevard du Maine, spatchcocked chickens at Mother Sauget’s, excellent matelotes at the Barriere de la Cunette, and a certain thin white wine at the Barriere du Com pat”