#alegrew

[mssrpettigrew]

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⊗-Do you have a favorite plot that you’ve ever taken part of?

cries forever

Okay, Raylee and I have kind of talked about it before, but Peter used to be in this ship called Alegrew. And, literally, it was the ship of my dreams.

It was Peter Pettigrew and Cyprien Alesi (whose fc was Brendon Urie, like come on) and they were perfect. He was a Slytherin prefect and both he and Peter were closeted. Until they had a drunk makeout/blowjob session while Peter had a girlfriend (lmao Lucy Karoonda) and that went bad. Then Peter and Cyprien actually dated. And then they broke up because Peter's mom was like "nah it's just a phase" so yeah

And then the plan was to have Peter get back with Lucy, but cheat on her with Cyprien like every night.

That plot didn't come to fruition really and then we left that roleplay to start our own (ayyeeee that's where creepy Remus rp'er came in)

We had like a billion au's and they were just too precious I cannot really put it into words sigh

[after-the-storm-rp]

Congratulations!

Hey, guys! If you'd like to write something relating to this event, send an ask to whoever to start a para, or with the grooms! If you weren't sent an ic ask to come to the reception, you can still drop by! Just figure out how your character heard about it and come in for a drink!

We're flexible as ever with this, and hope you enjoy a bit of a party and mingling. If people are available to Skype tonight, we can party in the main chat ;D They got married today (June 7th), but write whatever you write as long as it needs to be written!

Love you all so, so, so much, Shirley & Lauren

[ce-alesi]

You Are What You Love | Alegrew

Cyprien had slept on the couch that night, which was his own fault entirely. Not like he was in trouble by any means. Although every other thing in his life relationship-wise had been backwards and a disappointment to his parents, he could at least manage not to see his love before the wedding. All superstitious nonsense, of course, and one his father would probably have disapproved of anyways... Like that was the only thing that would be disapproved of. It was sad, but still fortunate, that his parents had passed away. He did miss his mom, at least...

He groaned and stretched, feeling as though he hadn't slept at all. He hadn't, really. This would be one hell of a day, one of the most important days in his whole life. The day everything was perfect. Because honestly it didn't really even matter how terribly things went, it would still be perfect, and he was still thrilled. He, Cyprien, would be taking him, Peter, as his lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, etcetera, etcetera. He smiled at the thought, sitting up slowly and waving his wand to turn off the quiet alarm he'd set. Cyprien had been hoping to make it to the shower before disturbing Peter, wanting to make sure his soon-husband (what a thought!) had all the room and space and time he needed. Although there probably wasn't too much prep, honestly, not like hair and makeup and dress and all. It was just a suit probably...

Whatever. He made his way upstairs to use the guest bathroom, but was sidetracked by the sleeping Emily. Cyprien smiled and went into her room, leaning over the crib to look. In a few hours, there would be no contesting his relationship with her, and no doubting the legitimacy of his love and care for her. It would be really real, and, as though the gift of Peter's love wasn't enough, that was really all that he needed for this to truly be the perfect day. He stroked the back of her hand very gently, smile spreading to a beam. He'd have Peter, and Emily, and his happily ever after. 

But first, two showers, two suits, two rings, and two promises, so there could be three officially and legally bound lives. About time to get started.

[confessions-ats-blog]

Anonymous

I have a feeling something is going to go disastrously wrong at Peter and Cyprien's wedding.

[ce-alesi]

Hey Young Blood | Alegrew Minus Emily

Date night. God knew they needed one. Cyprien certainly did at least. They were approaching a big game, although every game was a big one according to their coach, and while this hadn't been a considerable drain on his daylight hours with Emily, it was absolutely wearing on his sleep schedule. And most importantly, on his time to talk with Peter. He'd been so busy, in fact, they'd hardly discussed the kind-of proposal from a week ago. 

So Cyprien came home with a bouquet, not sure if he was going with Peter to drop Emily at Cissa's, or if Peter had gone already. Either way, he didn't doubt for a moment the flowers would end up in Emily's mouth, and he'd chosen them appropriate for this eventuality: Sugar flavored. Teach her young to eat the foliage, then.

He knocked on his own door, smiling down at his feet. It had been a while since their last date like this, and the last door he'd knocked on for Peter with flowers in hand had been to a Hogwarts dorm room. His smile grew, and he looked up as the door was answered. "My love."

[ce-alesi]

My Picket Fence | Alegrew & Fair Lady Emily

Cyprien held Peter a bit tighter, the automatic movement he took always just before waking. The sun was streaming in, and although Emily had for the most part figured out sleeping, thank god, she'd been having a bit of trouble lately, and Cyprien was back in the routine of her sleep cycle. It wouldn't be too long before she'd cry again, more than likely, although sometimes she put herself back to sleep without his or Peter's help. Which was awesome. He opened his eyes slightly and kissed Peter's forehead, not yet having made a definitive choice on waking or rising quite yet.

[ce-alesi]

You don't shag women? Huh, kinda thought you were fucking that blonde.

[after-the-storm-scrapbook]

"I love it, my pretty boy. I love it, I love you." "Alright, but people are looking."

Cyprien Alesi thanking his boyfriend for the new hat.