the queen of draping

Fixing Up - Prince Adam/Belle

Title: Fixing Up

Pairing: Prince Adam/Belle

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 995

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Prompt: Before their lives can start in the palace, Belle sets out to fix up a few things.

Originally posted by jvh1988

The snowstorms are coming, something that’s felt through the entire palace. Even with the hearths in every room, the large hallways are starting to get cold. Belle gathers the blankets in her arms and continues her walk to the main living room. A soft glow of the fire spills out into the hallway through the open door.

Stepping inside, she smiles at the sight of her husband reclining in a chaise pulled near the fire; book in hand, long hair pulled into a messy bun with stray strands falling down on to his face.

She drapes a quilted blanket over his shoulders. “It’s getting chilly,” she notes, casting a quick glance to the large bay window that opens out on to the large garden. Specks of snow gently sway down to the ground, touching the balcony’s bannister and melting away. It won’t take long. Winter is finally settling in.

He hums, noting the page number and closing the book. The book is placed on a nearby table and Belle sits down on the chaise beside her husband. “Cogsworth says that the snow will come soon,” he notes and she settles beside him, pulling the blanket over her own shoulders. The large hearth is still roaring. The only light source in the room, they snuffed out the other candles and lanterns in the living room.

She rests her head against his shoulder. “I’ve been thinking,” she says simply, looking up at Adam. He raises an eyebrow at her. “I’ve been thinking about the villagers,” she clarifies.

“What about them?”

“Cogsworth says that this winter will be tough,” she says, remembering having an extensive conversation with the head of the house-staff in the kitchen earlier in the day, “and the villagers don’t have a means of getting through the winter without help.”

She remembers spending every winter beating back blustering winds from entering the cracks in the walls. She remembers making every scrap of food count. The bakers and the merchants had to spend their money gathered that year importing goods from other towns and cities just so the village could live through another winter.

And she looks around at the life she has now. Roaring hearths in every room, enough quilted blankets to cover the floor space of the castle twice-over, and enough food to feed the country’s armies, and probably their enemies too.

It’s too much for her, her husband and their small family.

Adam holds her close to him as he considers what she’s implying. “I’m sure we could have a cart of supplies sent over,” he says.

He’s never considered her to be what she fears the most – being his Queen, a pretty trinket to have draped over his arm at dances, to show off in front of other people of importance. She’s told him that it’s not who she is. He’s never considered her to be that. She’s still what she has always been to him.




When LeFou visited days after the curse was lifted, when they had all danced in the grand ballroom, she pulls Adam closer to her. “Do you see them?”

He looks over his shoulder to see. “He seems happy,” he notes, watching LeFou and Stanley continue to stand close to each other, broad smiles on both of their faces.

Adam interlinks his fingers with his wife’s. “What do you propose?” he asks, watching the pair from across the ballroom.

Belle wraps her other arm around Adam’s, hugging it to her. “There is that estate a few fields away. I believe there’s no one living there now…” a small smile lingers at the corner of her mouth.

Adam nods and gestures to the two men. “Consider it theirs, then.”

It takes a number of weeks to get the estate up and running again, but when it is, she doesn’t hear the end of apologies sent to her by LeFou. She takes his hands in hers. “It’s alright,” she smiles, turning around to help load the final crate of supplies from the cart, “it’s behind us now.”

“You were too good for him,” LeFou says plainly as he lifts the crate from her.

She folds her arms over her chest. “So were you.”




Belle tugs her coat tighter around herself when a stray gust of cold wind sweeps through the garden. It rustles the shrubs and bushes, shaking the settled snow from the branches and dumping it on the ground.

She oversaw the last of the carts off that morning Laden with food, hay, blankets and fuel, she and Cogsworth sent the drivers on their way to the village. The worst of the snow hasn’t arrived yet, but with heavy grey clouds looming over the nearby mountains made her worry. The snow would be heavy this year. But at least her home had supplies now that would alleviate the pressure winter brought with it.

“Madame!”

She spins around and sees Lumiere walking towards her. “Good morning

Bonjour mon cher,” he smiles brightly at her.

“Where’s Plumette?”

“Training in the new maids, I presume,” he smiles faintly at the mention of his lover, “but you’re the reason why I’m here.”

She takes Lumiere’s arm in hers. “Alright then,” she walks them through the snow-laden garden, “what is it mon amie?”

“We’ve been talking, the staff I mean, and well,” Lumiere waves his hand, trying to put his words together, “and we love the affect you have on the Master. It’s…It has been a while since goodness has been in the palace, and with you and the Master being married now-”

“-I understand Lumiere,” Belle nods. They loop back through the arches, bare now that the flowers and vines have wilted for the winter.

“We look forward to having you live here, mon amie,” Lumiere says when they leave the gardens behind and walk towards the back of the palace. He brings her hand up and kisses her gloved knuckles. “You’ll do marvellous things here: we’re sure of that.”


A/N: I fell head-first right back into my childhood at the ripe age of 21. Curse you Dan Stevens + Emma Watson. Never have I bisexual-ed so damn much during a film. 

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This shot of Queen guitarist Brian May about to jump in the swimming pool fully clothed (and with bandmate John Deacon looking on in surprise) was taken by photographer Justin Thomas. “It was at the first Rock In Rio festival in 1985”, Justin recalls. “We were at the Copa Cabana Palace Hotel and they threw this huge party with lots of sexy girls in white bikinis and G-strings, and there were guys banging drums. It might well have been Brian’s birthday, but I can’t remember! But it was after Queen’s gig where Freddie Mercury had come on stage draped in a Union Jack that had a Brazilian flag on the other side - when he turned it around, the crowd went bonkers. After Brian got out of the pool, he went out of the hotel where fans had written his name in the sand in candles - it was very sweet.”

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When the Queen had invited me up to her ship, to serve, I had felt very, very nervous, bowing at the reclining beast, resting on a broad dais in some dark, dimly lit cavern.

The Queen’s species- the Ghalashk- are great, heavy set and almost insect, with segmented skins and carapace and sightless faces of smooth, gloss black. As I stand before her, selected and chosen, I notice how her mouth splits open, strings of glue thick spit linking her fangs. I breath in. It’s not unusual for the Ghalashk to take on passengers and such, client species, in their travels. I watch how she stirs upon her dias, thick claws tapping on the floor, as she regards me. Up her powerful flanks, flashes of colour, of bioluminescence, flicker and glow.

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Anastasia Au

(DISCLAIMER: They are not ladybug and chat noir)

Adrien has been in a orphanage for basically his whole life.

The King and Queen of England (Gabriel and Mama Agreste) are really sad because it’s been 15 years since their child went missing.

Adrien has the same first name though! And can speak english too

He had a lullaby he always remembered (Once upon a dream!!)

Con artist Plagg, his wife Tikki and their daughter Marinette are trying to find a fake Adrien Agreste to give to the family and get a reward

Plagg helped The queen and king escape when the kidnappers got into the palace when they took Adrien 15 years ago and took Adrien’s music box from the queen’s room (he was going to give it to her but they got split up.)

Plagg and Tikki go to jail for stealing money and they get caught so Mari is going to get the Ten Million Euro reward (DAMN) to 1) bail her parents out and 2) have more money.

She finds Adrien and convinces him he is the missing child.

Adrien has a cat named pooka and she comes along (to basically be Anastasia’s dog, if you have seen the movie.)

Her partner Rose Lavillant (yeah deal with it) helps ‘Train adrien’

He runs away with them.

When they get to London she realizes that Adrien is the REAL Adrien Agreste

Mari also realizes she is in love with Adrien.

Adrien finds out that Mari tricked him and thinks she thinks he is not the real adrien.

He gets mad at her and refuses to talk to her and only talks to Rose.

Mari convinces The parents to let Adrien see one of the royal family members.

Adrien meets Gabriel  late at night (like 11:30) in a guarder room in a separate house in London.

Mari argues with the king to see Adrien and gives him the music box.

“I’m done with seeing impostors trying to pull of as my son.”

“I’m no impostor sir! I am Adrien Agreste!”

“Enough with this!”

“Sir please! I am your son!”

“Do you think i’m some fool?!”

“At Least let me see Mrs. Agreste!”

“My wife is to fragile to meet another Imposter! When she found that the first boy who came wasn’t Adrien she was heartbroken!”

Gabriel goes to leave the room

Adrien starts singing his lullaby with the music box

A: “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem.But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”

Gabriel remembers that him and his wife sang that to Adrien every night before he was taken.

G: “But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream”

AMAZING ADRIEN-GABRIEL VOCALS.

A + G: “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”

Gabriel hugs adrien

(Quietly) “You are my son”

Adrien meets His parents

TEARS EVERYWHERE

The king and queen offer Rose a job and she accepts

They offer Mari the reward money… but she doesn’t take the money.

“You sent for me, your grace?” Mari asked

“Ten million euros, as promised, and my gratitude.” The King said.

“I accept your gratitude, you highness, But I- I don’t want the money.”

“What do you want then?” The queen asks

“Unfortunately, nothing you can give.”

“Young woman, where did you get the music box? Your father was the man who saved us? Then you restore our son to us, yet you want no reward.”

“Not anymore.”

“Why the change of mind?” The king asks

“It was more of a change of heart…I must go.”

Adrien’s parents are like ‘Damn she hella in love.’

She leaves the room and runs into Adrien on the stairs.

“Hello, Marinette.” Adrien spoke coldly

“Hello.”

“Did you collect your reward?”

“My business is complete.’

“Uh, young lady, you will bow.. And address the prince as ‘Your Highness” the servant said

“No that’s not necessary” Adrien said

“Please” Mari responded “Your Highness i’m glad you found what you were looking for.”

“Yes. I’m glad you did too.”

“Well, then, good-bye, your Highness.”

“Good-bye” Adrien spoke quietly.

Mari goes to say bye to rose

“Well, if you’re ever in the scummy part of paris again, look me up.” Mari said “So long Rose.”

They shared a quick embrace

“Ah, Marinette… you’re making a mistake.”

“Trust me… this is the one thing i’m doing right.”

She goes to pet Adrien’s cat

“So long, cat.”

Pooka lets out a whine.

“I can’t stay. I don’t belong here.”

The epic Ball/party/dance starts for Adrien being found.

They are looking through the drapes.

“She’s not there.” The queen spoke to her son.

“Oh, I know she’s not– she, who’s not there mother?”

“A remarkable young woman… whose father found a music box.”

“No, she’s probably too busy spending her reward money as fast as she can.”

The queen looked off quickly before speaking again “Look at them dance… you were born into this world of glittering jewels, and fine titles, but I wonder… if this is what you really want.”

“Of course!” Adrien answered. “Of course it is. I found what I was looking for! I found out who I am, I found you!”

“Yes you did find me– and you’ll always have me–” She pulled Adrien into a tight hug “but is it enough?…. My darling, she didn’t take the money.”

Adrien pulled back, shocked “She-She didn’t?”

“Knowing that you are alive, seeing the man you have become…brings me joy I never thought I could feel again.” She said before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“Whatever you choose,” The king said walking through the curtains. “We will always be a family.” He walked over to Adrien and kissed his forehead.

“Mother, father, can’t you tell me the–” Adrien turned around to see both of his parents had gone through the curtains, to the dance floor.

He looked through and took a step out, before stepping back.

He hears a noise and pooka hissing

He runs outside to see men with long metal rods ready to beat the living shit out of him, and probably kill him. (They were the guys who abducted him when he was a baby.)

Mari jumps out to defend Adrien and gets beat the shit out of, but the guys left injured.

“Mari” Adrien said flipping the unconscious (Probably dead) girl on her back.

“No.” he cried into his knees facing away from the girl

Mari groans as she gets up, Adrien gasps

He throws his arms out and accidentally slaps her lightly as he goes of a big hug.

“Ow! Let go, let go.” she said before falling back in pain

“Sorry. Sorry”

She groaned as she propped herself on her knees.

“I thought you were going back to paris?” Adrien asked

“I was.” Mari said

“You didn’t take the–”

“I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

Mari leans closer to the blonde boy. “Because… I-”

Adrien started pulling Mari into a kiss

Pooka meows with the crown around his neck.

“Oh…” Mari said before taking the crown off the cat’s neck. She holds in in her hands as she looks at Adrien. They both stand up. “They’re waiting for you.”

He take it from the dark haired girl.

JUMPPPPP CUTTTTTTTT

The king puts down the crown made for his son, picking up a note in a room full of guards and servants looking for his son.

Dear father and mother,

Wish me luck. We’ll be together in London again soon.

Love, your son, Adrien Agreste.  

The king passed it to his wife she read it over quickly

“Oh! They’ve eloped! Isn’t it romantic? It’s a perfect ending!”

The king smiled. “No. It’s a perfect beginning.”

The queen goes by his side as the gaze at the stars knowing that their son will be back.

ANOTHER JUMP CUT

Adrien (still in full prince attire) and Mari are ballroom dancing and then kissing (much to Pookas disgust) on a boat taking them back to paris, but just for a bit, they need to meet a lovely dark haired young woman’s parents.

Adrien picked her up (bridal style) and spun her in circles, Marinette couldn’t contain her giggles.

“Don’t worry London,” Adrien shouted out to the air “We will be back soon!”

Fin

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Someone goes back in time to make sure adrien’s parents never meet and he goes back to get them together Au

(DISCLAIMER: They are ladybug and chat noir)

Somehow an akuma gets time travel power (Like a time machine, not like time breaker)

They hate Adrien and are all salty and they’re all like “Ha Adrien Agreste i’m going back in time to stop your parents from meeting!”

Adrien and Mari (both transformed) (plus alya and nino cause the get sucked in for some reason) go back in time to 1986 (Both of his parents are 24)

And because the go back in time Adrien and Mari get EXPOSED (Because 16 years ago they didn’t have their kwami) and the gang freaks out for a bit and then adrien’s like “Yo i’m really happy Mari’s ladybug but the akuma kinda wants me dead.”

Adrien’s parents meet at a coffee shop when Gabriel was just a broke design student. (Mama Agreste’s name will be Mia for the sake of the woman having a name)

But the akuma messes it up and thinks that their work is done.

BUTTTT the squad breaks into a concert that Gabe and Mia are going to.

AND 80’S CLOTHES SO THEY FIT IN AND THEY LOOK FIERCE

Adrien notices that he’s slowly disappearing.

Mari, Alya and Nino go out into the crowd to try to push the two together

Adrien hijacking the finale performance.

He pulls a Brian in ‘Meet the Quagmires’  

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWNNNNNNN NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOUUUUUUU

Mia and Gabe walk towards each other thanks to Nino, Mari and Alya’s coaching.

They first meet and Gabriel is like “I know this sounds weird but… can I kiss you?”

“Yes you may”

They leave the concert to go on a real date.

Adrien isn’t disappearing!!

Mari and Adrien kiss in the V-J Day in Times Square style and a photographer gets it.

Because the akuma fails they go back to their time.

Ladybug captures the akuma, blah blah blah

The next day they go to school the next day and they do modern history.

“And here class (on the projector) is a picture from 1986 that got famous for being an inspiration for Gabriel Agreste’s first very popular clothes line. As you see the three pictures are taken as the boy leans in for the kiss. As you can see this was also very popular because it was an interracial couple kissing very similar to the V-J day kiss.” AND ITS ADRIEN AND MARI KISSING BACK IN THE 80’S AND THEY ARE TRYING NOT TO FREAK OUT.

“Nino, Alya, Marinette, and Adrien do you have a comment about this photo?”

Alya dying laughing “No-no we, were good.”

The whole class is like ‘Wtf guys what’s so funny?’

The squad just giggles the rest of the lesson and almost gets kicked out like 70 times.

When class is over Adrien picks up Mari and just runs the fuck out

And is adorable. And everyones like WTF? What happened since yesterday like Mari couldn’t even talk to him and now the are like a couple???

And someone’s like “Hey that couple from the picture kinda look like Mari and Adrien”

Everyone: “…… Nah!”

Fin

chibilenalee25  asked:

Hello, now that you have received a request for a message, I asked the last time if I wanted a follow-up to Dave's fic and if I want it: D is great and I leave a lot of questions about what Dave is going to do, (I have no idea if I had already I send the same message I'm sorry if I already did, I'm kind of forgetful and I do not remember)

Of course I can! No you haven’t asked for this yet, I hope you enjoy this! I’ve been hoping for a continuation request lol.

Read the last one here! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/158165077827/hey-there-i-love-love-your-work-of-tomco-fanfic


“You know he doesn’t love you.” Tom stopped short when he heard the voice behind him. “You know that a human could never, ever, care about something like us, like YOU.” Tom turned around and narrowed his eyes at Dave.

“Why do you keep trying to convince me of this?” Tom asked.

“I don’t need to convince you of anything. Because you know it’s true. You know you’re unlovable, you know you are a mistake, in your family’s eyes, so why should Marco be any different?” Dave asked. Tom clenched his fist and looked away, trying not to rage at the older demon.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom hissed. “You don’t know anything about Marco.” He continued, his eyes were beginning to light up.

“No, but you do.” Dave smirked. “If you truly believed I was wrong, you wouldn’t be so angry right now, you ‘d just go on your way. But you believe that Marco doesn’t love you. That’s why hearing me say it cuts you so deep.” He explained. Tom’s eyes lit up totally and he made a fist with fire surrounded by them.

He was about to rage, attack, do SOMETHING, but he didn’t. Tom just growled at this older cousin and turned away, leaving.

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Marco opened the door to the front door and let out a gasp when Tom tackled him in a hug. “Tom! What’s gotten into you?” Marco giggled, but stopped when he saw Tom was in tears. Marco wrapped Tom up in a hug and held him close. “Tommy, are you okay?” Marco asked. Tom sniffled and pulled Marco closer.

“Please tell me you love me, please just say it?” Tom sobbed. Marco gasped and held his demon close.

“Oh Tommy, you know I adore you.” He promised. “I love you more than anything.” He assured, covering him in kisses. Tom sniffled and wiped away more tears. “Was your family telling you those awful things again?” Marco asked, beginning to look angry. Tom nodded and marco wrapped him up securely. “What were they saying?” Marco asked.

“He said you don’t love me and…” Tom broke off in tears and Marco held him close, rubbing his back.

“There, there, it’s okay.” Marco hushed. He looked at his demon and sighed. “You look so tired. My poor demon, come here you need some rest.” Marco told him. He sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. Tom smiled and put his head down on Marco’s lap, closing his eyes. Marco stroked his hair and covered him in kisses. “I love you, Tom.”

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Tom stayed curled up on the couch with his head resting on Marco’s lap for near an hour, fast asleep. Marco brushed Tom’s hair aside and looked down at him lovingly. He didn’t stop the soothing motion when he heard a noise. Marco didn’t look up, he didn’t have to, he knew who was there. “Get out.” Marco still had a calm tone.

“Again, Marco. Not the welcoming type, are you?” Dave asked. Marco narrowed his eyes.

“Oh I’m very welcoming, to those I actually care about.” he seethed, but then went back to petting his demon’s head. “Dave, I am warning you, if you wake up my prince I am going to kill you.” Marco said in an eerily calm voice.

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it.” Dave smirked and put his arms up defensively. “I’m not here to start a fight, just talk, make an offer actually.” Dave corrected himself.

“You’re offering to leave my home and never harm my Tommy again? I accept, thank you, you may leave.” Marco dismissed Dave and the demon narrowed his eyes.

“No, Marco. I want to make you a different offer.” He explained. “To be a highly honored person in the underworld kingdom, more so than any common prince.” He grinned, and Marco stopped, confused. “You know as well as I do that Tom has something I want, he’s the heir. And he very well shouldn’t be. Which is why I’ve been working so hard at… chipping him down, trying to get him to fall before he reaches the top, so I can beat him there.” Dave explained.

“You’re disgusting.” Marco spat, he felt Tom’s hair and made sure he remained asleep during this. “You work hard on harming and abusing your little cousin to the point of breaking, just so you can be the heir.” Marco recapped.

“Marco, life is a business, and you have to make wise choices to succeed.” He told him. “And my offer is for you to achieve the highly honored position, the queen of the underworld, in return for one small favor.” Dave grinned. “You will be loved! Adored, and everything you could ever want will be handed to you. You’ll royalty, but without any of those dull and annoying responsibilities.” Dave tempted.

“And what horrible thing do you want for me to do to get that?” Marco asked, not willing already. He didn’t need to hear.

“It’s become a chore to break Tom, especially with you building him back up each time.” Dave explained. “So if you could help me out that would be great.”

“Help you out?” Marco asked. Dave rolled his eyes.

“Leave him! Tell him what I know is true, you don’t love him! How could you? When you could have anyone better?” Dave asked. “You are his one last supporting beam. The only thing he loves and relies on. If you leave him he’ll crumble, he’ll fall and then his father will see how weak he really is!” Dave explained. “Then the heir will become me, and you, my dear sweet Marco, I will make my queen.” Dave offered.

Marco held still for a very long time and draped his arm over Tom, who was still sleeping on his lap. “I thought I made this very clear last time you tried to win me over and get me to break Tom’s heart.” Marco spoke. “And you are very lucky that my little love-bug is asleep on my lap right now, because if he weren’t, I would get up and tear you apart.” Marco threatened.

“You could have anything you wanted as my queen!” Dave reminded. “Anything! The perfect life! Why throw that away for him?” He asked. Marco seethed at the demon.

“My life would be nowhere near perfect without Tom. And you know that. And that drives you crazy.” Marco hissed. “I don’t want anything except him, and him to be happy.” Marco admitted, holding the sleeping demon a little closer. “Now please, go, because I already told you what I would do to you if you woke up Tom.” Marco reminded. “He’s tired from everything you put him through, now please go, and just let him get some rest.” Marco demanded.

“Humans never learn. Never.” Dave gritted his teeth. “I made you an offer before, I make you an offer now, and both times you said ‘no’ to accommodate… HIM!” He shouted. Tom stirred and Marco scratched his ears to get him to relax again. A death-stare from Marco was all he needed to back away, afraid.

“You better leave, because Tom won’t be asleep forever, and once he wakes up I’ll be able to get up and attack you.” Marco threatened. “Get out of here, I’m a red belt.”

A Cat, a Fox, and a Bee walk into a Bakery 11

Marinette felt that she had every right to be nervous.

The night had already started out strange.  Instead of invading her bedroom and making a sizable dent in the leftover pastries from the bakery, like usual, all three heroes had tugged her out onto her balcony. There, they had laid out a soft blanket, and had an honest-to-kwami picnic basket sitting on it.

“We thought it might be nice to eat up here for tonight,” Vixen had said, her grin having just a little bit too much of a tinge of mischief for Marinette to really trust it.

“And we thought that we’d feed you for a change,” Chat added, yelping as he got distracted in the middle of lighting candles ranged all around the safety fence of her balcony and the match burned down and singed the tips of his claws.  Grumbling, he stepped on the match to make sure it was out while shaking out his hand to cool it.

“Besides, it’s a nice night out,” Queen Bee said, her wings open and occasionally buzzing in the breeze, although not long enough or hard enough to lift off.

Marinette was waiting for the shoe to drop while not being particularly sure that it had even been let go.

And things got even weirder from there.

Look, as heroes they had all quickly dispensed with personal space bubbles with each other.  When you were fighting an akuma, you couldn’t get nervous about picking up and throwing each other at the akuma touching each other in the middle of a fight where failure meant, at best, some shiny new bruises.  Marinette had gotten used to them flopping all over each other for movie nights.

This, though, was something else.  Queenie had never reached over and scritched behind Chat or Vixen’s ears before, and Marinette had to do a double take to make sure she was seeing it right.

Not just that.  Chat nudging his nose against Vixen and Queen Bee’s necks, and Vixen draping herself completely over all of their laps, tail twitching in satisfaction.  They were all being extra touchy-feely tonight.

She glanced suspiciously at her drink.  She was fairly sure that they wouldn’t have added anything extra, but…

“So, um… We all kind of wanted to talk with you.” Vixen spoke up once the food had been demolished (put any amount of food in front of four teen superheroes who burn ungodly amounts of calories fighting akuma and it doesn’t last long).

There’s that shoe.’ Marinette thought, setting her drink down. “Go ahead.”

“All of us talked to each other, and we decided that, well…” Chat nervously rubbed the back of his head with a hand.  “We decided that we all really like each other.  In that way.  So, we decided to try dating.”

Marinette took a second to process this.  Well, that certainly explained why they were all apparently feeling extra cuddly.  She was just opening her mouth to congratulate them when Queen Bee raised a hand.

“We’re not done.” The normally prickly heroine took a bracing breath.  “We also all agreed that we like you.”

“And we wanted to ask you if you want to date us,” Vixen finished.

Marinette’s jaw dropped, and her face flushed hot.  “I, buh… Chat, what about Ladybug?” She finally got out, latching onto the first thing that popped into her head.

The feline-themed hero grimaced.  “I’m not going to lie, I’m still attracted to her… but Ladybug has made it really clear that she’s not interested in me that way.  And I’m tired of being alone, and… I’m selfish, and I want to be happy,” He admitted lowly at the end, ears splayed to the side and looking down.

Marinette felt a flash of guilt, unaware of how she had been unintentionally hurting her Kitty. Still, her mind raced, and she blurted out “How would this even work?! I mean, you couldn’t exactly drag me along on dates while suited up.”

All three shuffled, and finally Vixen spoke up.  “I, at least, was… kind of hoping that I could tell you guys who I am.  Because I know you, outside of the suit, and-“

“Wait-wait-wait.” Chat broke in.  “You know Marinette outside the suit too?”

Vixen and Chat gaped at each other, and were only distracted by Queen Bee’s head dropping into her hands.

“Queenie?”

“I know Marinette, too.” Came the muffled reply.  “How much do you want to bet that whoever gave us these things planned that?”

Vixen blinked, then covered her mouth to try and hide her sudden giggles.  “Oh gods… you mean we probably all know each other outside the masks?”

“Anyways…” Marinette raised her voice a little to try and get the conversation back on track.  “One, it’s not safe for me to know your identities. And two, I already like someone.”

Vixen gave a small snort. “How long have you liked this person without doing anything about it?”

Marinette’s jaw dropped, and everyone missed Chat’s quiet ‘Seriously, who does she have a crush on?’ in the background as the girl crossed her arms and glared indignantly at Vixen.  “I’m working on it!”

“Well…” Queen Bee smirked, and Marinette felt a flash of apprehension.  It didn’t bode well for people when Queenie was smirking.  “How about this?  Since you’re not making any progress with that crush of yours, let us try and court you until you do.”

“It’s win-win for you,” Vixen added hurriedly when it looked like Marinette was about to shoot the idea down.  “You get incentive to finally confess to your crush, and you get attention from the three most attractive heroes in Paris, bar Ladybug herself.”  The fox heroine got up on all fours and crawled over, flopping down across Marinette’s lap and doing her best impression of puppy-dog eyes. “Give us a chance to convince you.”

Marinette hesitated, glancing at the other two.  Chat was doing his own pitiful kitten face, and even Queen Bee looked more earnest than she had ever seen her.

“… Fine.  But no revealing your identities, okay?  It’s too dangerous.”

Chat and Vixen whooped as they happily tackled Marinette to the blanket, hugging her tightly.  Queen Bee turned her nose up and scoffed, only to yelp when Vixen’s tail snaked up and around her waist to yank her into the hug pile.

Marinette wasn’t sure whether she was already regretting this.

The House of Beasts, part 5

This part has like direct paragraphs I took from the book because I legitimately had no inspiration at all to write this chapter… And I realized I had quite a few plot holes, so I’m here to make a change that’s EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: HYBERN IS NOT THE PRINCIPAL, HE’S THE PRINCIPAL OF HYBERN UNIVERSITY. I will go back and make the necessary corrections, so for all those who’ve read it up to now, sorry! But I make mistakes lol that’s what happens

Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half. An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.

Word Count: 2749 words

Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.  Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever

Part 5: Bargains

Under the Mountain was definitely what I thought it would be.

The place was littered with thugs, crooks and criminals. The stingy smell of weed clung to the air and made me wrinkle my nose. Few heads turned to my direction once I reached the bottom of the stairs, and I clung to the wall to keep from drawing attention to myself. The room was strangely built, all corners and squares attached to each other with no definite shape or pattern. It was all open though, yet the bodies made it seemed more cramped than it was. To my left was a bar, and to my right a dance floor littered with grinding and public displays of affection I could have lived the rest of my life without seeing. There were strippers and prostitutes, both male and female, and to my surprise I even recognized a few students from school. Overall, it was rancid. Despicable.

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Queen of Mirkwood cosplay wip - 1 
So my fabrics, buttons and crown accessories finally arrived yay! I loooove the silver and white fabric, it’s just perfect! I gave it a quick drape and pinned on the button just to see how the fabric would blend together and I think it really works! The three sketches ( 3rd pic) are the costumes I plan to make with the first two costumes of the inner dress interchangeable, since I do want a costume where the Queen wears a pure silver/grey palette. Going to start making the pattern next!

I'm The Ticklish One {S.M}

requested// blurb where you tickle Shawn

You weren’t ticklish. You honest to goodness couldn’t be tickled. No matter how much anyone tried to tickle you, ANYWHERE on your body, you just couldn’t be tickled. You had no idea how you managed to do this all of your life, but you always were this way.
Back in kindergarten when everyone was tickling one another, you never reacted because the kids just couldn’t seem to find a place you were ticklish. You could never relate to those teenager movies and TV shows where the boyfriend would tickle the girl and it was so cute, because you just couldn’t react that way.
But your boyfriend, Shawn, was the most ticklish human being you had EVER met. Like seriously, you couldn’t wrap your arms around his stomach without him flinching or giggling. You were so surprised that he was that way. People are honestly really surprised when they figure that out.
Shawn was the tall, muscular guy who seemed like nothing could ever phase him. But the second you bring out the tickle monster he turns into a soft teddy bear. Not that he wasn’t always a soft teddy bear to you, but it just seemed that was when it was brought out the most.
And the funniest thing to do is tickle him when he least expected it. He went nuts laughing with panic in his eyes. It gave you so much joy but you almost never got to do it, because he could tell when you were trying to tickle him. He was smart and he could tell.
But today we was off of his game. You had come with him to a single concert he was having in Alabama. There wasn’t much to do in the town you were staying in, so you stayed at the hotel and took some time together before the show. You and Shawn were sitting on the queen sized bed, not under the covers. One of your legs was draped of his and your arms wrapped firmly around his torso. He was tired and trying to rest up for the concert. So he couldn’t tell your plan to tickle him. You slowly inches a wee bit closer. His eyes were closed, but his hand was rubbing your back so you could tell that he was awake. So your fingers started to move to tickle him, and his eyes shot open.
“Oh my god y/n.” He almost screams squirming away from you.
“Shawn.” You gasp with laughter, pulling him back. Eventually, Shawn rolled off of the hotel bed and into the floor.
“Jesus, y/n, if I could get you back I would.” He grumbled getting back into the bed and wrapping his arms around you. You smiled, melting into his warmth. A few minutes later you felt his fingers start to move.
“Not ticklish, Shawn.”
“Shoot.”


I GET OUT EARLY OF SCHOOL BC SNOWWWWW

Brother’s Best Friend (Part 5) - A.I

Okay…I jumped around and I apologize but I GOT STUCK AND I JUST NEED TO POST THIS AND IM SORRY

“Hey, Ash, you alright?” Michael asked as he opened his best friend’s bedroom door slowly, catching just a bit of his dirty blonde hair under the large duvet that was draped over the queen sized bed. He headed over as soon as he had gotten a text from Ashton’s girlfriend telling him to check up on his friend.

“She fucking left,” he muttered, sniffling a few times as he buried himself deeper into the blankets. “I’ve given her everything for the past year, and she just leaves. What did I do wrong?” The last sentence coming out choked before a broken sob escaped his lips. Michael’s heart dropped listening to the broken sobs come from his friend’s mouth.

“She left you?” he asked shocked, but quickly understanding why he was told to go check up on him. “Why? What happened?”

“She met someone else.” Michael looked down at his feet not really sure what to do. “I loved her.”

Ashton snapped out of his memory, watching as y/n walked into the lunchroom with Crystal.

“She isn’t Britt,” he muttered to himself standing, ready to lead the girl to his table to sit with him.

“Well, I’m glad things are working out for you and Michael,” Crystal said as they walked into the lunchroom together ready to head to the table they had sat at the day before when she was out casted. “He’s always been so nice so it’s good to see him coming around.”

“Yeah, it’s just strange…like we actually had a conversation in the car this morning,” y/n said back placing her lunch on the table only to be stopped by a hand grabbing her arm. She looked towards where the limb was connected making eye contact with Ashton Irwin himself. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said back, a smile tugging at his lips, his face usually framed with glasses now bare, seeing the clear ring in his eyes from the contacts he had in. “Why don’t you two come sit with us?”

“Mikey won’t be mad?” y/n questioned as Crystal’s face turned a light shade of pink.

“Well if he is, he can answer to me, alright?” Ashton said to her with a cheeky smile on his face as he led the two girls to his table, Lily being the first one there lit up when she say y/n’s face, even more so when Crystal came over

“I’m so glad Michael didn’t scare you away,” she said standing to move down some to make room for both girls. “I’m Lily by the way.”

“Crystal,” the brunette responded sitting next to Lily as Ashton pulled y/n into the booth next to him. One by one, the three boys missing trickled in, Luke’s girlfriend quickly disappearing as he made his way to the table, blue eyes clearly darker than they usually are, not holding the brightness they usually did.

“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Lily asked shoving a carrot into her mouth.

“Vi’s been cussing me out all morning because I’m tutoring this girl, Maise, in my calc class, but I don’t really have a choice considering my mum’s my teacher. And I wouldn’t really want the poor girl to fail,” he said back tugging at his hair clearly a bit stressed out. “I didn’t flip the fuck out with Joey gave her a ride home that week she didn’t have a car.”

“They were probably fucking,” Calum said before chugging his coffee, Luke glaring at him from the side.

“I agree with the tan kid,” Crystal said interjecting as Luke turned towards her with a confused expression. “She always talks about wanting to get in his pants with one of her friends in our psych class.”

“Crystal, right?” Luke asked suddenly more interested in the girl across from him. “What else does she say about Joey?” y/n drained out the conversation quickly growing bored of it as she picked at the bagel she had bought that morning not necessarily hungry, more from the nerves of being distracted by the boy sitting next to her and how great he smelled.

Ashton watched her drift into space, the way her bottom lip ran through her teeth before her tongue poked out wetting her lips making Ashton do the same to his own wanting nothing more to be the one biting on her lip in that moment. Michael was right when he called out Ashton’s bluff of not being attracted to y/n. He wanted to know her favorite color, her little quirks and what makes her tick, hell he’d be happy if she told him what she did at three am that morning, if anything.

“You alright there, sunshine?” Ash whispered to her, his arm draped behind her on the booth as he cocked his head to the side. She nodded her head looking towards him slightly. “You don’t seem alright.”

“I’m fine. Just distracted,” she said back nonchalantly letting the bagel fall to the table as she turned to look at him fully.

“Wanna start that tutoring tonight? We can head right to my place after school, and it’ll be just us. Lauren and Harry both have after school programs,” he questioned ripping a piece of the bagel for himself, popping it into his mouth as she watched carefully, her lip slipping between her teeth again as he tried to suppress a moan.

That damn lip.

“I guess that works. You’re really going to have to help me though. I know nothing when it comes to how cells work,” y/n said back, Calum watching the interaction, kicking the boy across from him before signaling to look towards the two shamelessly flirting at the end of the booth. They both had the same thought that Michael had the day before: he was finally getting over his unresolved feelings for his ex. Brittney was no longer the main thought in his head.

~

“…and that is osmosis,” he said finishing his explanation before pushing his glasses up his face more as she stared at her book trying really hard to focus and not look up at the shirtless boy sitting in next to her with his glasses on. All she wanted to do was be on top of him. Naked. “Questions?”

This was week 2 of their after school study sessions, y/n going over every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday going over the material they went over in class.

“Can you explain that one more time?” She asked looking up at him with a cheeky smile as he sighed. It would be the third time he had explained it not convinced she was grasping the topic.

“Babe, what don’t you understand?” He asked, her face heating up slightly from the pet name. He’d become more accustomed to using it for the past two weeks when they were alone, y/n still not used to it.

“I…everything.”

“But how? It’s just water moving in and out of cells.” She looked up at his face and saw the serious expression making her bite into her lower lip, a groan escaping his lips just barely as he looked away from her fidgeting in his seat. “Can you please stop biting on your lip?”

“What? Why?” She questioned looking at him weird as he quickly stood up. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I just need to pee,” he muttered quickly disappearing into the bathroom that was down the hall, shutting the door behind him before pressing his back against the door sighing heavily. “This is fucking nuts “ he mumbled bringing his hand to his crotch palming himself through the fabric of his sweats. He couldn’t go back out there like this, especially in sweatpants where nothing is constructing him to hide his erection. He made his way to the toilet, lifting the seat up as he released himself from the sweatpants, quickly spitting on his hand before rubbing at himself, his breathing becoming uneven.

“Ashton,” y/n said from outside the door, slowing down his movements, ready to moan out from the sound of his name leaving her lips. “Are you sure you’re alright. You seemed a bit pale when you left and kinda pissed.”

“I’m fine,” he managed to barely get out leaving y/n confused on the other side of the door, her hand resting on the knob. She didn’t want him to be mad at her if he was, for whatever reason. “I think you should go, though. We can finish this Wednesday.”

“Ash, I-,” she started as she opened the door catching him pleasuring himself, both faces now extremely red. Her eyes trailed down his body quickly, before flicking back to his face, her lip in her teeth as she tried to not think about him like this. “I…I should go.”

“Yeah…,” he trailed off watching her back out of the door, closing it behind her. “Fuck. Me.”

squeakowl  asked:

If you're still doing name aesthetics, I'm Anne. Everyone calls me Annie, though, so either name (or both? If they're different?) would be fine. :)

Oh but they’re very different <3

Anne is imagination in all its ways. It’s gentle smiles just barely touching at the corners of rose coloured, petal shaped lips. It’s black like an October cat with full moon eyes, grey like clouds heavy with slicing rain and powerful thunder and violent lightning, white like a satin dress draping across the form of a queen. 

Annie is quite different. Annie is excitement and energy, baby blue and ocean blue and midnight blue. It’s curling up with a bear and allowing its encompassing warmth and comforting fur to lull you to sleep. It’s exploration of all things, of ancient caves with mythic treasures, of ghost towns with dead secrets, of sunken ships with long forgotten relics.

Something short and fluffy (which I needed after sending Newt to the hospital twice yesterday) - this one was for MegsKK on AO3 who requested Newt being awkward and getting tipsy at a party.

In the 1920s formal functions were lavish things. Crystal dripping from the chandeliers, gold painted over every surface; diamond-strewn dresses and feather-headbands, loud music and loud clothes and champagne in cocktail glasses. Mirrors adorned each wall, draped like aging queens in silk and gilted frames; polished wood sat by polished marble and watched the polished waiters sweep by with their polished golden trays. There was a headiness to the excess, hedonistic, sybaritic, sitting thick and lethargic on the air like cloying honey on the tongue.

In his sharp-edged suit and transfigured bow tie, Newt felt crowded in by the unending opulence. He didn’t know any of the guests - well. He knew exactly two of the guests; Seraphina Picquery, who he’d rather not approach at the best of times, let alone when she was building alliances and hiding politics behind razor smiles, and Graves, who’d got caught up in god only knew what issue to do with the security wards and had waved Newt into the main hall. Only be a minute, Graves had promised.

It was a long minute. It was, in fact, as long as twelve and a half minutes so far. Newt had counted.

He edged around near the wall, trying to find un-mirrored patches to loiter against, and snagged another glass of some brightly coloured liquid bedecked by exotic fruit and dancing umbrellas. It was more to give his hands something to do, to be honest. He didn’t particularly want to drink. He didn’t particularly like the drinks, sickly-sweet and too rich as they were.

Somehow he kept drinking them. It was habit, that’s all. Put a glass in his hand and he’d drink it. He learnt that when he was a toddler, it’s a big ask for him to unlearn it in the course of twelve and half - no, almost sixteen minutes now. He skirted a gathering of people around a charmed champagne fountain and swapped out his finished drink for another, this one electric blue with a lit sparkler in it.

Someone caught his eye and smiled, hand raised in greeting. Newt froze. He didn’t. What. Him? She laughed, flapping her hand in a universal beckoning motion, and he stumbled forward in terror. At that point another lady pushed past him, feathers bobbing as she flounced over to her friend and oh, of course, someone behind Newt not Newt himself oh god why him. He continued walking as though he’d always meant to and turned it into a beeline for another drinks table, except he already had a full drink in his hand so now he was just embarrassing himself by angling for a second and the only course of action was to down the blue drink (vile, oh god, vile) as he went so he could legitimately swap it out for a new one. This one was clear. And fizzy. The bubbles released tiny jewelled hummingbirds when they burst that perched on the edge of the glass and Newt took himself out through the wide french doors to the garden in search of flowers for them.

This was where Graves found him who knew how many minutes later (not Newt, he’d stopped counting), perched on the edge of a stone planter and getting soil on his tuxedo as he told his drink off for not behaving as any self respecting hummingbird ought to. In fact Graves, Graves, come here, tell them that they need the nectar, look at them Graves they’re so small clearly they’re underfed. Graves. Why are you smiling like that, they’re letig - letigitamally in danger, we need to rescue them, I need, what if it’s the wrong kind of flower? I’ve tried every flower, Graves! Every flower! I don’t have any more flowers!

He clutched his glass, both palms cupped around the curved bowl of it and cradling the illusion-hummingbirds against his chest, and when he looked up at Graves his eyes were wide and on the verge of tears and his lower lip actually quivered in distress.

“Newt,” Graves started, and paused. The garden was quiet, for the most part, but the fast paced music spilling out of the main hall was interspersed with laughter, cheers, and the odd bang of a firework spell. He’d done his rounds and he’d been seen by enough people to confirm he’d attended, and as far as Graves was concerned, that was enough. He reached down a hand and pulled Newt upright, holding him close (and upright) with a strong arm around his waist. “Let’s go home,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Newt’s hairline.

“To find flowers?” Newt asked, tilting his head to redirect Graves’ kiss to his lips. Graves laughed and obliged.

“Yes,” he promised. “All the flowers you want.”

  • My father: *complaining about my mom's side* Jesus, these people are so thin-skinned. Good thing we aren't that sensitive, huh? We'd never get anything done! I can't stand fucking drama queens.
  • Also my father: *spends five hours draped over the couch in an existential crisis because I knew the Vlax word for "twenty" and he didn't*
  • Qrow, distant: You know Weiss your sister is pretty hot for a total bitch.
  • Weiss: Winter!
  • Winter: Oh you've got to be kidding me *turns around*
  • Qrow, draped over Weiss's shoulder: Hey there, ice queen. Looking fiiiiiiiiine...
  • Weiss: I found him like this in the courtyard, figured you'd know what to do with him better than I would.
  • Winter: Qrow I can't believe you got drunk in the-
  • Qrow: Up yours, ice-tits.
  • Winter: Qrow, I-
  • Weiss: That's weird.
  • Winter: What?
  • Weiss: On the way over here I told him I was gonna bring him to you and he started praising you and saying a bunch of nice things. But around the time you got into ear-shot he started saying things that were mean and kind of perverted.
  • Winter: ...excuse me?
  • Qrow: I've got no idea. Being delusional pricks must run in the family
  • Weiss: No I'm pretty sure you were saying she's the most amazing woman you've ever met
  • Qrow: I demand to talk to my lawyer.