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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not [Gaston x Lefou]

Summary:  Drunken confessions turn into drunken actions, and Lefou wonders if he’s not dreaming as Gaston presses him against a wall and whispers everything he missed the last seventeen years.

Notes: Based on this adorable fanart from @sincoe

Warnings: Rough-ish semi public sex, alcohol, drunken confessions, praise kink, light choking, some angst.


It usually wasn’t like this.

Usually, it started with a few mugs and Gaston’s drunken confessions of love or lust for chaser women around town. After a couple years, it became Belle whom he continuously confessed his love for, and their nights in the tavern became even more painful for Lefou. But he just gave his advice, got himself drunk too, and pretended later that Gaston had taken him home, not Marie, in place of Belle, from down the road.

Tonight, it was different. Something felt out of sorts, as if Gaston’s laughs were a little weaker, as if his thoughts were elsewhere. Sometimes, he had nights like this, Lefou noticed- sobriety within the many glasses of alcohol pounded back. These were the nights Gaston thought of the war, and the nights where Lefou found it most appropriate to retell stories of his military chivalry to all the villagers who knew the stories well, yet enjoyed them more each time.

But tonight, Lefou’s praise wasn’t affecting his friend the way it usually did… it could be because Gaston had faced another scathing rejection that day, or it could be because he was loosening up more than he normally let himself.

“Lefou,” Gaston proclaimed, slapping his friend on the shoulder, “You’re the best.” Lefou’s spirits skyrocketed- they always did when Gaston actually complimented him back- rare occurrence. “How is it that no girl has snatched you up yet?”

Lefou paused, watching his best friend’s eyes… how his long eyelashes would flutter on eyelids that periodically drooped. He watched his pink lips curling around the mug as he took another swig, and wondered how one man could be so stupidly handsome. Lefou’s eyes fell to the stubble around his mouth, up his jaw, up to his perfectly coiffed hair that never seemed out of place. Then, he allowed himself to gaze down over Gaston’s heaving chest, as Gaston was probably too drunk by now to notice. His shirt was open tonight in the heat, and Lefou noticed the small scar over the top of his right pectoral- he remembered that scar from war.

“Hm?” the tall, brawny man reminded Lefou of his question, and Lefou sat forward a little. Was this the right time to tell him?

Would it ever be?

“I don’t know, they say I’m clingy, but I don’t get it,” Lefou went with, biting his lip.

“Clingy?” Gaston repeated, a slight slur in his voice, “Mmm… I suppose I can see that.”

Lefou frowned a little, but Gaston let out a laugh, row of white teeth on display.

“In a good way.”

“Good… good to know,” Lefou tried to smile, chuckling awkwardly. Gaston had his hand on Lefou’s shoulder still, and his hand was rubbing deep ministrations into the tense muscle there.

“Lefou…” Gaston started again, almost hesitant this time, but eventually chose to polish off his beer instead of finishing.

Lefou continued to watch him closely, then started to rise. “Well, it’s getting late-“

“I love you so much, you know.”

Lefou just about spit his drink, falling back into his seat.

“Are you all… alright, Lefou?” Gaston asked, barely able to coherently comfort his friend in his state.

“I’m,” Lefou mumbled, suppressing his noises of utter disbelief and joy as Gaston rested his head on Lefou’s shoulder, nuzzling in closer. Lefou almost felt dirty for enjoying this, as if he was taking advantage of his friend’s drunken stupor to fulfill his own fantasy… but then again, he wasn’t exactly forcing Gaston to play with his hair like a lovesick boy. If that physical contact wasn’t enough, the tall hunter began to stroke his fingers across Lefou’s cheek, and took to playing with another errant curl falling there.

“I really think we should…” Lefou breathed, looking at the door, but he didn’t quite know how he wanted to end that sentence.

“So do I,” Gaston nodded, and stood up, grabbing Lefou by the hand. Lefou stammered something, and almost tripped over his feet as he followed Gaston to the door. They weren’t even ten feet out before Gaston grabbed Lefou by the wrists and slammed him up against the wall of the tavern.

“H-here?” Lefou murmured, looking around. It was dark, but not dark enough to protect Gaston’s reputation, in his opinion.

“Can’t wait,” Gaston simply replied by way of breathless heave, and tucked Lefou’s hair back to mouth along his neck.

“Okay, wow,” Lefou said softly. It appeared that he hadn’t been the only one harbouring frustration, or so he could tell by the intimidating bulge in Gaston’s breeches.

“Turn around,” Gaston whispered, and Lefou quickly did as he asked, shoving down the slight twinge of disappointment. What, you expected him to want you facing each other? he taunted himself, staring into each other’s eyes like Romeo and Juliet? Lefou then sighed in bliss as he felt his friend’s hardness rub against his hip from behind.

“Gaston-” Lefou began to murmur, but Gaston silenced him with fingers wrapping around his neck.

“Unbuckle yourself.”

Lefou swallowed, anticipation eating him up, and when he did finally get his breeches down, he was as hard as Gaston, even more desperate.

“So lovely,” Gaston mused, voice low and rough with arousal as he dragged a finger along Lefou’s skin, “Can’t believe I haven’t had you at least once before.”

I’ve been right here in front of you this whole time, yours for the taking, Lefou wanted to scream, but this simply came out as an effeminately gasped, “Take me, Gaston.”

Lefou was again silenced by the strong grip around his neck. He could hear the sounds of Gaston taking himself out of his pants and spitting in his hand, and craved to turn and look at what he imagined having nearly every night. But, he remained pressed against the wall, Gaston’s fingers slowly teasing him and-

“Ohhhh,” the smaller man managed, and Gaston smirked behind him, stretching his friend’s hole. He was tight, but not as tight as some of the virgins he had fucked… Gaston got the impression that Lefou must understand himself enough to know what he needed to do for pleasure.

The ex-captain let out a low hum, lining himself up as best he could with somewhat double vision. He then ripped open Lefou’s waistcoat hungrily and pulled down his shirt to reveal his bare shoulder, and sank his teeth into the soft flesh there. A couple of villagers came stumbling out of the tavern, so Gaston reached around to hold his hand over Lefou’s mouth. When they were gone, he let go, and Lefou arched his back as Gaston probed him further open.

“How am I doing?” Gaston slurred, and Lefou almost laughed. Even in the heat of the moment, the man needed praise and validation.

“So good,” he panted, and, confidence sufficiently bolstered, Gaston finally smirked and pushed in. Lefou shrieked a little, then remembered to keep his voice down.

“Is this what I’ve been missing?” Gaston murmured, moaning softly as his head rolled back, and Lefou squeezed his eyes shut, wanting so badly to believe this wasn’t the alcohol talking. Soon, the two had a rhythm going- Gaston pounded in full force, Lefou loving every minute of it. This was all he ever wanted…

This, possibly, and something a little more; something Lefou doubted Gaston could give, but after tonight’s miracle, he’d be willing to believe enchanted teapots really did exist.

“How about now?” Gaston asked, as Lefou was once again shoved against the stone wall with a thrust.

“My god, you’re amazing,” Lefou nodded, “Yeah, don’t stop…”

“Mmm, but what would you do if I did stop?” Gaston asked hazily, quirking a sexy brow, “If I left you like this, hard and begging for me?”

“I…” Lefou moaned, “Please don’t…“

"What would you do?”

“I'd… hit you.”

“You’d hit me?” Gaston asked, amused.

“Yes,” Lefou growled, pushing back into Gaston’s next thrust defiantly, and the tall man groaned at the flash of disobedience. “Please may I come now, sir?” Lefou asked, and Gaston’s jaw clenched in arousal at the title. After a minute, he spoke.

“Lefou, we’re dearest of friends,” Gaston smiled wickedly, “We confide in one another, have lived through hell together. Address me as you would. Say my name. I know you want to.”

“Oh, Gaston,” Lefou said desperately, gasping as he felt himself approach.

“Yes, that’s it,” Gaston coaxed, his brow furrowing as he felt himself begin to throb as well. Lefou felt Gaston’s cock pulsing inside of him, so he decided to finish the job with a bang.

“You are the greatest lover I’ve ever taken, Gaston. You’re huge, you’re fast, like a predator and I love it, I love you claiming me like I’m nothing but game.” His fists tightened as he slammed them into the wall. “And everyone knows who comes out on top when you accept a challenge.” Gaston’s thrusts were beginning to speed up, and Lefou grinned, knowing what it did to the man. “I’m so lucky to feel your big cock inside of me, filling me up like this. Anyone would be so lucky.”

Gaston let out a feral growl, and tugged Lefou’s hair back. Lefou let out his own shaky moan, and came against the wall in spurts. Gaston felt Lefou’s orgasm, how his friend shuddered under his touch like just another brothel maid but different, and that pushed him over the edge as well.

After they had come down, Gaston softened and pulled out. Lefou righted himself, wiping off the wall and pulling his ripped waistcoat back up over his shoulder to cover the bite marks and hickeys- he didn’t even want to think of the stitching nightmare this would be. Gaston buttoned up his breeches, taking a deep, satisfied breath, and ran a hand through his hair. He seemed to have sobered up much more now, and Lefou gazed into his eyes hopefully, offering a small smile. Gaston took his hands, and Lefou waited expectantly for the confession. They stared at each other, Gaston almost, almost leaning down to brush their lips together… then his grip tightened, a cold scowl developing on his lips.

“Let me get one thing straight,” he said quietly, “Belle is the woman I’m going to marry.”

With that, he looked around, and set off home. Left alone in the moonlight with Gaston’s markings all over his body and the evidence of their intimacy dripping out of him, Lefou watched him leave, and straightened his back.

“Belle is the woman he’s going to marry,” he told himself, “But I’m the man he’s going to fuck.”

Going his own way home, Lefou slicked his own hair back just as Gaston had, smiled assuredly, and convinced himself that’s truly all he wanted.

anonymous asked:

Since it is currently Robrae week, can you just write something with that pairing please?!

I’m a little late on RobRae week, but here’s this:

It all started with a toothbrush.

It had been a late night, Dick didn’t want to go home, and Raven kept an unused toothbrush in her medicine cabinet for an emergency. So, she gave it to him. She wasn’t using it, and it was the same shade of blue as his uniform, it just seemed fitting.

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Solangelo

A Solangelo take on the bridge scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding scene, with certain creative liberties.


“So, what’s your family like?” Nico asked with an imploring smile.

Will’s heart skipped a beat at the smile. Fifth date and he was going crazy for Nico already. This would not end well, concluded the voice in his head, who sounded suspiciously like cousin Lou. 

“Hello, earth to Will…Anyone there?” The Italian questioned, his voice alluring.

Will quickly blinked out of his daze.

“Um, yeah…” He looked towards the ground.

Family. The family that didn’t know he was out on a date with a very nice, very rich, very handsome and marginally annoying, non-Greek boy. If ever there was a topic not to stray into on a date, family was it.

Nico, bless him and everything he stood for, acknowledged the pause for the non-answer it was and instead began shooting into facts about his own family.

“Well, I’ve got two sisters, one older than me and one younger. Hazel, my younger sister, has a gorgeous set of twins, a boy and a girl and Bianca- She’s not really into the whole settling down thing, y’know.”

Will nodded with a soft smile aimed at his boyfriend- where they boyfriends? Will didn’t know if it was too soon for this conversation, but he personally thought they were boyfriends. Everything Nico said managed to sound fascinating, like they were secrets he pressed directly into Will’s ears. That was, when he wasn’t avoiding treatment from his one-time doctor. Who technically wasn’t licensed, but he could handle making a splint, thank you very much.

“I don’t see them often, but we get together during Christmas time, it’s one of the few times our step-mom’s home and her and dad throw this quite get-together, with the whole family, we all just sit around eating and drinking until eventually everyone caves in and we spend the night there instead of driving home.”

Will let his smile out fully and freely, “That sounds wonderful…I’ve never really been to a quiet get-together before,” he muttered out.

“Why’s that?” Nico pressed again, facing him as he got off the bridge railing.

Will hesitated. Nico was this great, attractive and established lecturer. People paid actual thousands to hear him speak for an hour and he wanted to listen to some pre-med drop out talk about his big, fat, embarrassing, Greek family. 

“Well, I’m Greek,” he shrugged the words out, not quite what he wanted to say, but still a beginning.

Nico gave Will a long-suffering look, even that was attractive! Gods damn him for his good-looks.

“And…?” He queried when his look still remained unanswered.

Will sighed, better to send Nico away now, before he fell in love and it left actual damage. He spoke with his eyes trained to the ground, flickering just barely to look at Nico through his long, blonde locks.

“And I’m Greek, so for Christmas my Ma makes roast Lamb and my dad and uncles all try and fight over who gets to eat the brain, while my pappous eventually eats it when they’re not looking. My Aunt Athena then chases me around with the eyeball, because she says it’ll make me smart enough for college to accept me again. You have two sisters? I have three brothers and two sisters, because my parents adopted Meg a few years ago too. Not to mention the nineteen first cousins- just first cousins- who are always there or all the girls my Aunt cares for in her shelter, who again, are always there. My family’s big and loud and all we do is eat and eat and eat, while complaining in Greek. Everyone’s in each other’s face all the time and we never just get a moment to think. And they’re always saying, Will do this, Will be that, Will fix this. Will why are you not married? Where are my Greek grandchildren?  When Will you settle down with a nice, Greek girl? And all we ever do is Greek, Greek, Greek, because the only people we hang out with are- Greeks, so we can marry more Greeks because that’s all anyone in my family does, get married to a Greek, have Greek children and eat Greek food.”

Nico paused, eyes widened, before a smirk pulled onto his face.

“Woah,” he said in that damningly attractive voice.

“Not-woah, I’m being serious. No one in my family has ever gone out with a non-Greek before and you’re- you’re just- wonderful,” he spat out as if he were offended, to which Nico raised an amused brow.

Will stopped to breathe and really stared at Nico. Nico was wearing dark, grey jeans, but they fit his legs perfectly, sculpting his muscles. His top was just a touch loose, black and silky. Dark hair touched fair skin, curly at the bottoms and his jaw was like that of a chiselled statue, sharp yet soft enough to trail kisses off of, Nico was so wonderful. 

And Will was a mess of a twenty-six year old, with shaggy hair and an uneven-tan. Who wore a stupid, orange hoodie and khaki’s to a fancy date. 

He felt stupid. Stupid Nico being so stupidly great.

“You’re so wonderful, but I’m not sure this will work-out, so…” He trailed off, hoping Nico caught on.

“Work out? What’s there to work out? I like you Will, you’re gorgeous, you’re so alive and you know what you want. Before I met you, I used to fantasise about all the different ways someone could die and I’d make stories up about all the Gods in my head, I’m not some perfect, wonderful being, but you make me want to be, Will.”

Will’s breath halted. Nico stepped closer to him, not touching him, but peering at him with dark, dark eyes.

“I’m this huge, dorky, at time suicidal shit-head and the fact that I’m willingly telling you that shows how much I’ve come to care about you in this short period of time we’ve known each other. Will, before I met you I felt like I was just going through life without living, but Will you make me come alive,” Nico whispered the last sentence and put his hand on Will’s cheek.

Will let a stunned blush engulf his face as he tried to stop staring at his wonderful, beautiful, incredibly stupid boyfriend.

“I make you come alive?” He questioned with a cheshire-grin, because that was some top-notch poetry there, he’d know, his family did run a poetry slam every second Friday at their clinic.

“Shut up,” replied the Italian with an interesting hue of red on his face.

Will laughed softly, running his fingers through Nico’s hair.

“I’ll always be here to make sure you come alive, so you better not go dying on me, okay?” He teased lightly.

“Never,” Nico replied with the same tone, leaning forward so their lips met in a chaste kiss.


I re-watched My Big Fat Wedding today and I thought of Solangelo while watching it and I don’t know, this scene just stuck out to me and I was like, Will’s Toula, bc family will drive him insane and Nico’s lucky to have a smaller amount of relatives. Obvs Nico’s not Greek in this, but everyone else from Camp Half-Blood, other than Hades children are Greek. Numbers of relatives aren’t concrete bc reasons. Also I made Will and Nico way too sappy, but fight me, it’s a rom-com movie, I can’t just have them arguing for like ten minutes.

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anonymous asked:

What is trixie like irl? Is she similar to what we saw on tv?

I would say Trixie is similar to what you saw on TV in that she’s nice, witty, and cares very deeply about people but I feel like drag race really didn’t do her justice in terms of showing just how great she really is. In real life, she is absolutely hilarious,very smart, can come up with gut busting jokes at the drop of hat, and is witty as all hell. She’s much funnier in person than I think RPDR was able to show. Also, her sense of humor can be kind of dark and she sometimes presents a dead pan comedy style. She’s probably going to call you a psycho piece of trash and make a rude joke, but it’s so funny and you can always tell she doesn’t mean it at all. She calls HERSELF idiot garbage and makes jokes about her past all the time, it’s her humor. Aside from her comedy, Trixie is extremely humble, nice, appreciative, and generally likes everybody. I think that came through on the show though, especially in her friendship with Pearl. Also, Brian very much is in “character” when he’s in drag as Trixie. Some queens I feel act pretty much the same in and out of drag, but Brian/Trixie are very different and sometimes I’m so eager for him to get out of drag and just hang with him as Brian. But Trixie is seriously the best and she is so much fun and a huge personality and is hilarious, humble, sweet, loves hugs, and is SO STUPIDLY NICE like just all together a wonderful human being. Please meet her if you ever have the chance!