you're my backbone, you're my cornerstone

Peter LeFou. It would actually be really, spectacularly great if you don't call me Pete. Especially if you don't know me. 

[laurenhooper]

[sunst0ne]

you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars

e.e. cummings (via sunst0ne)

[elizadiggs]

“Goodness, thank you!” Eliza grinned, moving so she could twirl while still holding onto him. “Oh no, Tommy looks amazing. Did you bring a date?”

[peter-lefou-blog]

Peter is able to lead her around the dance floor easily, clearly skilled as he twirls and spins her around the floor. “I’ll take your word for it. I did actually! Flora Raine.” His eyes glow a bit when he says her name, his affection for her clear as day.

[taliesinbones]

Chuckling softly Taliesin poured a cup for himself, sniffing it before taking a gulp. “Oh so you’re positive it’s there? That is weird.”

[peter-lefou-blog]

“Ah. Never question a Frenchman when it comes to liquor.” Peter taps a finger on his glass, manner lighthearted. “It’s in the aftertaste. Can you tell?”

[elizadiggs]

“Well it looks the same,” Eliza shrugged. “I’d love to dance with you!”

[peter-lefou-blog]

“Well you certainly look beautiful.” Peter indicates her dress. “Positively stunning. Your date must pale in comparison.”

[roxieofc-deactivated20160104]

Raising her eyebrows and a sly smirk etched across her lips, Roxie laughed lightly. “Totally weird. Though I’m pretty sure I’m a massive lightweight considering I’ve never drank before. So not tasting it may be better.”

[peter-lefou-blog]

“If you are a lightweight I heavily advise you drink nothing here that you didn’t bring yourself.” Peter laughs a bit, placing his drink down on the table beside him. “It’s just for the best.”

[lawturner-s]

“OH SWEET, THERE’S VODKA IN THERE?” Andy shrieked, running to the punch bowl, grabbing him a cup and downing it.

[peter-lefou-blog]

Out of lack of a better response, Peter just stares.

[benjamin-radcliffe-blog]

“A couple weeks ago, i’m fine now.”

[peter-lefou-blog]

“Are you sure?”

[rosewynters]

Don’t worry, I’m sure all the bowls will be spiked by the end of the night. It’s an unspoken rule of prom, right? All drinks must contrain a certain amount of alcohol. [Rose grinned, busying herself with pouring out a cup of the unspiked punch as she talked] Rose, please. Roseline is very uh… formal? But thank you– I tried. You’re looking quite smart yourself.

[peter-lefou-blog]

Somehow that does not comfort me. I think so - this is about the third one I’ve been too, so. [ he keeps his gaze on her as they talk ] Whatever you will. Why thank you! I have a date so I had to make sure I didn’t look like a total chump next to her.

[athenasriddle-archive]

Athena’s eyes widened as her hand actually made contact with the boy’s face. “I didn’t expect you to be so close…”

[peter-lefou-blog]

Peter rubbed his face, looking at her with surprise. “Well what the hell were you expecting?”

[flora-raine]

Flora smiles into the kiss when she feels his hand cup hers against his chest, keeping it there. She smirks a bit as he runs his nose across her cheek, then speaks quietly,“I never said I wouldn’t judge you, cause I probably will. But I’ll also like it a little bit." I do sometimes think of you as my girl. His words seem to echo through her mind as she searches his eyes. All she finds is sincerity, no deceit, no tricks. He really means it, and honestly, it scares her a bit, only because she knows she might feel the same way. Flora does the only thing she can think of doing, and pulls his head down, giving him another kiss. But this one is filled with passion and an intensity that she didn’t know she was capable of. She couldn’t talk about feelings, but maybe he would understand that she was okay with how he felt through this kiss.

[peter-lefou-blog]

Peter likes the strength of her, her longness and the fact that was only a few inches shorter than him. Flora wasn’t a small person, in height or in spirit, and it was one of the things Peter love about her. He presses a kiss on the shell of her ear before returning to her face, gazing her in the eyes. “I can take a bit of judging if it brings a smile to your face, I think.. Worth the effort.” The brunet man stays quiet as he waits for her response, hope filling him when Flora presses her lips to his. He understood that she could not answer him right away, couldn’t tell him that she felt the same in all the ways he did, but the fact that she was okay with it - maybe even encouraged it a bit with the signifigant deepening of the kiss that they were sharing - made Peter happy just the same. Moving with her he walked her backwards until she hit a wall, one of Peter’s hands sliding down to her waist as the other got lost in her hair.

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[rosewynters]

I came for the food. Please, feel safe in the knowledge that I won’t ask you to dance.

[peter-lefou-blog]

Now I’ll never get to say I’ve danced with a princess. My dreams are crushed.

[rosewynters]

That’s because you’re drinking out of the wrong punch bowl. [Rose grinned, pointing towards the other one] That one has some sort of alcohol in it. This, on the other hand, has yet to be spiked.

[peter-lefou-blog]

Now see that makes so much more sense. [ Peter grins at her, sipping his punch. ] Princessa Roseline. Don’t you look smashing tonight.

[peter-lefou-blog]

“I am somewhat shocked at the state of this punch,” Peter commented almost absently, talking to the general vicinity. “I can’t taste the vodka that I’m positive is in there. Weird, right?”

[flora-raine]

“I know, I know, I’m surprised to see me here too. But I am, so dance with me?” 

[flora-raine]

[peter-lefou-blog]

“I’m not surprised. I am very happy though. Would’ve broken my heart if you’d stood me up.” Peter grinned at her, tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “You are stunning. Comme une Etoile.” And because he knew she’d ask, he added the translation -“like a star.”

[elizadiggs]

“This is a party for dancing, not a party for moping around and sitting, now come dance with me.”

[peter-lefou-blog]

“I was just getting a drink and not really moping around, but if you insist Eliza-” Peter offered her his arm, smiling gently. “Would you dance with me?”