Time seemed to be moving unbearably slow for Stella. Alone in the guest house, ready and waiting, she paced in front of the bed, unconsciously smoothing down the front of her dress every so often. She didn’t know what was taking so long. She could tell by the shadows in the room and the way the light hit the windows at the back of the main house that the sun had begun to set and that meant that Fish should have been here by now to collect her.
Finally, there was a series of fast raps at the door and she hurried to open it. Fish stood grinning in a white polo shirt and khaki pants, holding a small Tiffany gift bag up near his face with his other hand behind his back.
“For the bride,” Fish said, presenting the Tiffany bag to Stella. “As per instructions from the groom, read the card first.”
Stella slipped a card out from inside the bag and opened it up. The card itself was plain white with her name written in gold calligraphy across the front. Hank’s clipped and crisp handwriting was on the inside.
(I was going to do a meta for this, but I am teh suck at meta because I can only write how I talk–informally and incoherently. So have this to end the week on a low note. Rated T for themes of drug use and adult feels. Also, could be set vaguely in the universe of So What Was Your Last Girlfriend Like?)
There are seven people alive that have
seen Molly Hooper cry.
Her Mother. Her Brother. Her flatmate
from her first year at university. One of her lecturers. A stranger
on a train that sat with her on the trip up to Northampton when she’d
got the call from the hospice nurse. One ex-boyfriend.
The whole day you’ve been expecting him to say it, but he never once did.
And you know you can’t expect him to do it tonight, even though he is your husband now. Even though he keeps running his disconcerting, unreadable gaze across you; even though you know you are looking your personal best in the silver dream of floating silk that is your wedding dress.
He won’t say it today, or ever.
Because this is an arranged marriage. And because he is Draco Malfoy. -
The reception is over, the last guest has left the Manor. His parents, Lucius and Narcissa as you have been asked to call them now, have retreated to their rooms. Draco has ordered the servants to start cleaning up, but he hasn’t yet gone upstairs. He hasn’t wished you a good night; he’s still with you down here in the darkened entrance hall.
Does this mean he’s going to… Will he…
“Alright, Mary Sue. Come upstairs.”
In an instant, your knees have turned to jelly.
“That isn’t my name,” you say, your voice betraying your distress and confusion.
“As I am well aware. Just come along. Your husband is asking you to join him in his bedroom.”
He is standing by the staircase, clearly having no intention of crossing the distance between the two of you. Let alone of sweeping you up and carrying you to his rooms, like you’ve been imagining it so many times.
Staying put and wringing your hands behind your back, ruining the ribbon of your diamond-studded sash, you say, “You know I wouldn’t expect you to… You don’t have to… I mean…”
“What do you mean,” he says coolly.
“We don’t have to have sex just because we are married now,” you gush out, not caring anymore that there’s still servants around. “I know you only did it because your father made you, because the Malfoys need my father’s financial support…”
“The Malfoys have never needed anyone’s support,” he says flatly. There’s something there in his grey eyes, like icy sparks of suppressed anger. I shouldn’t ask him this question, I know I shouldn’t. Not now, with people listening, and when it’s too late, anyway.
“But then why would you… why did you… You are Draco Malfoy, and I am just a Muggle girl!”
“As I am well aware. - So, why? Why did I marry you? Why am I asking you to do your duty as my wife?”
He looks at you from across the wide hall carpet with something like a budding smile tugging at his lips…
Your head has started to swim with how hot and how beautiful he is, and with a sudden burst of crazy hope.
The smile turns into his smirk, that Malfoy smirk you know you will come to fear.
And finally he’s doing it, he languidly walks up to you, past that maid who has been hovering close by all this time, like waiting -
You realize it only now, the girl has been waiting for him! - And now he smoothly slips a Galleon into her hand, and as he does, he runs his thumb over her palm.
It’s a short, practiced gesture.
His eyes have never left your face.
Then he has stepped past her, like dismissing her, and says,
Maxim’s is a restaurant in Paris known for its Art Nouveau interior decor. Jean Cocteau said of Maxim’s: “It was an accumulation of velvet, lace, ribbons, diamonds and what all else I couldn’t describe.” It was immensely popular with the international celebrities of the 1950s. In 1981 the fashion designer Pierre Cardin bought it. Maxim’s was featured in the movies Gigi, Bonjour Tristesse and Jean Renoir’s 1937 masterpiece Grand Illusion. It was also the background for scandal, such as the headline grabbing moment when Brigitte Bardot was photographed leaving the restaurant barefoot in 1967.
Sketches to stitches. Ta-Da! This is my renaisance vest/bodice (whatever you want to call it) that I just finished.
I sketched this design on Sunday and spent the last two days making it. Not a bad three day turn-around if you ask me.
Every day we get closer to quest and I’m getting more and more excited!
D5 (“Baby Birch”, “Cosmia”, “Does Not Suffice”, “Emily”, “En Gallop”, “Esme”, “Go Long”, “Good Intentions Paving Company”, “In California”, “Inflammatory Writ”, “Look and Despair”, “Kingfisher”, “Monkey & Bear”, “On A Good Day”, “Ribbon Bows”, “Sawdust & Diamonds”, “Soft As Chalk”, “The North Star Grassman and the Ravens”, “Three Little Babes”, “What We Are Allowed”, “You And Me, Bess”)
C♯5 (“Bridges and Balloons”, “Cosmia”, “Erin”, “Go Long”, “Only Skin”, “Sprout and the Bean”, “Swansea”, “What We Have Known”)
Significant low notes:
A3 (“Autumn”, “Baby Birch”, “Colleen”, “Cosmia”, “Esme”, “Half a Day”, “Have One On Me”, “In California”, “Inflammatory Writ”, “Kingfisher”, “Monkey & Bear”, “Occident”, “Only Skin”, “Ribbon Bows”, “Soft As Chalk”, “The Diver’s Wife”, “This Side of the Blue”, “What We Are Allowed”)
G♯3 (“Monkey & Bear”, “Sprout and the Bean”, “Swansea”, “The Book of Right-On”, “What We Have Known”)
G3 (“Cosmia”, “'81”, “Emily”, “Good Intentions Paving Company”, “In California”, “Jackrabbits”, “Kindness Be Conceived”, “Kingfisher”,“Monkey & Bear, "No Provenance”, “Only Skin”, “Soft As Chalk”, “The Diver’s Wife”, “The North Star Grassman and the Ravens”, “This Side of the Blue”, “You And Me, Bess”)
F♯3 (“Autumn”, “Bridges and Balloons”, “Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie”, “Does Not Suffice”, “Go Long”, “Sadie”, “Soft As Chalk”, “What We Have Known”)
F3 (“Autumn”, “'81”, “Esme”, “Good Intentions Paving Company”, “Half a Day”, “Ribbon Bows”, “The Diver’s Wife”)
Heyyyyy. Here’s a fanfic I promised to an anon about a week ago-she asked for a ballroom fic where Aelin wows everyone to the floor at a ball, because her dress was so fabulous! Here it is-with every ship in the book, no pun intended. ROWAELIN, LYSAEDION, ELORCAN, CHAOESRYN, MANORIAN. Here we goooooooo
side note-no smut, but kissing scene. I promised this today, buts it’s midnight-I’m already late, no time. gotta get this baby out.
characters copyright of sarah j maas
additional characters copyright to me
multi-shipping, here we are…
Dorian had requested Aelin and her court to come to Adarlan for the upcoming Yulemas ball. Of course they all said yes, and soon before long, they were on the road there, riding in a fancy white carriage through the Oakwald forest.
Elide and Lysandra had simply worn their dresses for the couple-day trek; but Aelin had said she wanted to find her dress once she was in Rifthold. She wanted to give everyone an element of surprise.
The ball would start at 10:00PM of the next day, the last hours of their trek, which they hadn’t taken any breaks with. The invitation from Dorian had arrived late, so they’d had to haul ass out of Terrasen. It would go until midnight, and Terrasen’s court was ready to have some dancing, flaming fun.
Aelin only had one problem with the ball, and that it was taking place in the glass portion of the castle, but she’d get over it. For her sake, for all their sakes.
“Aelin, you’re such a pirate,” Aedion mocked. “Look at that travel clothing. Where’s your hook?” They all laughed, but Aelin glared. “You’ll laugh when I look better than you,”
Author’s Note: This can be read by itself. Disneyland Version here.
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
After little argument from the team, you and all of the available Avengers went to Disneyland for the second time. However, this time, you had two new additions, Sam and Bucky. You were very excited to see their reaction to Disney, especially when Steve told you that Bucky and him were huge fans of Disney back in the day.
This time, instead of going to Disneyland, the team was going to California Adventure. This was better, because this park had more rollercoasters and entertainment that you thought they would enjoy. It was a treat for Steve and Bucky when they entered the park to see it was 1920s themed. It brought a smile to their face, making your heart flutter. Mission accomplished.
“You know I can totally just rent the park for the day,” Tony suggested as you wrapped your arm around his.
“I know,” you reminded, looking at the tall Carthay theater ahead. “But part of the Disney experience is having others to experience with.” The circle was decorated for the 60th anniversary with blue ribbons and diamonds. There were characters wondering throughout the crowd, playing characters from the 20s and even some classic Disney characters.