Authors Notes: Here is my entry for one of the writing challenges I’ve entered! This one is for @sdavid09 and her Tale Teller’s Fright Night 2017! I was so excited for this challenge because it was an LOTR universe challenge and I really enjoy writing some of Tolkien’s characters. This one is a drabble and is pure fluff but I still enjoyed it.
Prompt: Fallen Leaves and “It’s a human thing, you wouldn’t understand.”
Word Count: 600+
Notes/Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. Seriously there’s nothing in here I’m ashamed of or worried about lol
It was an early morning, the sun had just started to break through the leaves of Lothlórien and light was seeping into the city in the woods. You stood at the window and ran your hands over the wooden frame. You had half a mind to climb up and dangle your legs over the edge but at this height, in the tree tops, it just wasn’t safe.
The kettle in the kitchen began to whistle and you quickly removed it from the fire. You poured the hot water into your mug and added your tea leaves. As you blew on your cup and let the leaves steep, you made your way back to the window.
Winter was on its way and although it didn’t get too cold due to the warmth that would get trapped in the forest canopy, you were already starting to feel the chill every morning. A gentle breeze blew in and pushed your hair from the sides of your face. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air.
marley’s arms flexed around nyx as she pressed her lips into her curls. it had been hours of this, watching her sleep and breathing her in, running her fingers into her hair and down her back, refamiliarizing what she could never actually forget ever. she savored it, basked in her, her wife’s warm skin and soft muscle underneath. a fingertip ran down her spine as she pulled away from her, hovering over nyx sleeping on her stomach to press her lips between her shoulder blades and kiss a path down to the small of her back. her hand reached for the sheets to pull the thin fabric up over her exposed skin and she heard her mumble, smiling and kissing the side of her head. “i’m not going anywhere.” she promises, seeing slightly the way a dimple surfaced on her wife’s cheek tucked under her arm that indicated a soft smile. another kiss placed right to that dimple and marley slipped away from her, grabbing one of her wife’s t-shirts from the end of the bed and pulling it on over her head before she moved out of the bedroom and downstairs towards the kitchen so she could make tea for them both. water was heated up with a brush of her element from her fingertips and she leaned her stomach into the edge of the counter while she let the tea steep.
Basically I thought of Mabel making Agent Powers a pile of mush with her natural charisma and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Kind of a sneak peek for this Agent Powers-centric story I’m writing up in my drafts.
He doesn’t know how this ended up happening- all he knows is one second he’s trying to leave, the next she’s inviting him to a tea party and the one after that he as hypnotized by her big, pretty brown eyes and he’s agreeing to go to her tea party.
She opens the door and smiles. “Hi, Mr. Powers! Come on in. You’re right on time.”
She’s a bit… younger than he remembers her being. She looks to be about eight.
“Yes, I make it a habit,” he replies and walks in and finds a table made for someone more her size and a bunch of stuffed animals in chairs and a small tea set on the table.
“Here’s the seat of honor- that’s where you sit,” Mabel explains.
Powers pulls her seat out for her. “Here, you sit first.”
“Why, thank you,” she says with a huge grin and giggles as her seat’s pushed in.
He takes his seat and blinks as a tiara is held out to him. “What?”
“You’re supposed to wear it,” she says and then pulls out a large pink boa. “And this too!”
“I don’t wear frilly stuff,” he insists.
“Please?” She asks, pretty brown eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
Hypnosis is real and she’s the source.
“Alright, I suppose this time I can make an exception,” he grumbles and puts on the tiara and the the boa around his neck.
Mabel has a purple boa and a tiara as well and she pours air into his cup. “Here you go! Drink your tea.”
“There’s no tea in this,” he states.
“Use your imagination,” Mabel says while sipping her tea of air.
He sighs and pretends to take a sip.
He sniffs the air. “Is something burning?”
“My biscuits are burning!” Mabel shouts and runs out of the room.
Powers sighs and then turns to look at a teddy bear with a vest and a monocle. “So… how long have you been here?”
As expected he gets no answer and he leans back in the chair a little.
The chair breaks under him and he ends up landing on his tail and he groans quietly in frustration.
You’ll buy her a new one, he tells himself as he imagines how troublesome it will be to have to deal with a crying girl.
She comes back in and rushes over to him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” he assures.
She places the platter of biscuits on the table and helps him up. “C’mon, you can sit in my chair. It can old Grunkle Stan really well.
“Um… okay,” he says and sits in the chair. “But where will you sit?”
“Here!” The little girl clambers into his lap and he blinks owlishly.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate for a tea par…. ty,” he trails off as she begins to pout and he sighs. “Though I suppose I can make an exception.”
“Thank you, Mr. Powers!” She says while hugging him around the neck.
He blinks in surprise at the warmth in his chest as she does this and he pats her back lightly. “You’re welcome…”
“Now, Princess Powers, will you pour the tea?” Mabel asks.
“Uh… sure, Princess… Mabel.” He pours the tea and sets the plastic kettle to the side.
“Pinky out, it’s fancier,” Mabel scolds as he picks up his cup.
“Oh, right,” he nods and then takes a sip.
Oh, this is perfect blackmail, Stanley thinks from his office while watching the surveillance footage being recorded.
Summary: A continuation of the Par Tea AU , specifically the zoo date mentioned in this little continuation drabble ~ Featuring NicoMaki joining Nozoeli on the fun little trip.
Notes: I apologize for taking forever to finish this, but I hope its everything you guys wanted~ Thank you for taking interest in this silly little au, and also thank you for reading, commenting, reblogging and liking ;;u;;! it means a lot;; <3!
Word Count: 4,139
“Mama! The door bell rang!” Kira sat at the table, a piece of
toast in her hand as she watches her mother work in the kitchen.
♣ Ever After High: The Hat-tastic Tea Party Planner ♣
“Grab your teapots, teacups, and tiny hats! Madeline Hatter and some of her BFFAs (best friends forever after)–Apple White, Briar Beauty, Cedar Wood, and Cerise Hood–are throwing the most hat-tastic tea party ever! Brighten up a warm cup of tea with this book of wonderlandiful tips and tricks. Inside you’ll find tea-rrific finger sandwich recipes, elegant par-tea invitations, and party games that even Earl Grey can play !”
so an anon asked for some sort of destiel thing with jobs and stuff in honor of thier first job and… well this is what happened! Highschool au, Dean and Cas have jobs at the mall, stuff happens
(warning-artistic liberties taken as I have never worked at a pretzel place or tea shop… I googled “tea puns” to help me with this
I hope you enjoy this anon!!
“Oh hell no,” are the only words Dean is able to form as he lays eyes on the blue and red striped monstrosity Charlie is presenting to him. They really expect him to wear that? In public? At the mall, where people can see him?
“Oh come on Dean, it’s not that bad!” Charlie insists, flopping down on his bed next to the Pretzel Hut uniform she’d brought him. “I mean, I wear one. And I make it work.”
Dean raises a doubtful eyebrow at that and Charlie rolls her eyes. “Ok, yeah, so maybe it sucks a little. But come one Dean. I really don’t think you can afford to be picky right now, mister ‘I’m going to go out of my freakin’ mind if I can’t buy my own pair of wheels soon help me Charlie oh gracious goddess please I’m begging you.’”
It’s Dean’s turn to roll his eyes at that. “I don’t remember it going down quite like that,” he says as he picks up the uniform and holds it in front of himself, scrutinizing his image in the mirror. Man, vertical strips are not his thing.
“Yeah? Well I do.” Charlie moves to stand beside Dean, flinging an arm around his shoulder and meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Dude, seriously, it’s gonna be great. You and me working together? We’ll be running that place by Tuesday!”
Dean takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and lets it out. Charlie’s right. He can do this. He’s Dean Winchester, and he’s going to be working with his best friend Charlie, and he really does want that car.
“All right,” he says to their reflection, “let’s do this bitch.”
A traditional afternoon tea was served on the last ever Concorde flight
Who doesn’t love an afternoon tea? I mean… It’s an extra meal! (No, it does NOT replace lunch OR dinner). It’s a separate entity that only happens once every so often, which means you appreciate it more. You savour those crustless sandwiches and the tiny cakes that you must have at least 10 of before you’re remotely full.
Talking of extra meals… Did you know that in the 1840s, people only ate two meals a day, breakfast and dinner? Anna the 7th Duchess of Bedford complained of a ‘sinking feeling’ in the afternoon. She began having a pot of tea and snack in the afternoon then introduced this habit to her friends in London and the trend quickly spread. Thank goodness for Anna! I would definitely feel the same way :D
In 2011, the Cliveden Hotel created the world’s most expensive afternoon tea at £550 per person – containing gold leaf, truffles, caviar and the most expensive coffee in the world (£50 per cup!).
There are also a few different variants of this ‘extra’ treat! There is Royale tea, which is afternoon tea served with champagne at the start and High tea which was taken later in the day and was a more substantial savoury meal, it got it’s name because it was eaten at the dinner table, compared to afternoon tea which was taken in armchairs. I think there’s probably enough time to fit afternoon tea and high tea into a day, right?
Then there’s cream tea, which is just scones and tea. In Devon, scones are topped with cream then jam, in Cornwall they are topped with jam then cream and arguments abound over where the cream tea was originally founded. I wonder what they’d think of our Apple and Blackberry Scones?
The highest afternoon tea can be found in Dubai where you can have an afternoon tea on the 122nd floor of the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world.
There really is no excuse not to like afternoon tea. It’s popular all over the world and you can tweak it to include all of your favourites, both savoury and sweet. So here’s’ the question: What would you absolutely have to make a part of your afternoon tea?!