#shesstillhere

[burlybrute-blog]

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well. this certainly didn’t go as expected. gaston thought admitting to his boyfriend that he’d slept with some slut from the bar would have gone over smoothly. after all, he had been honest ?? that had to mean something. but no, adam looked at gaston as if he wanted to KILL him. 

could he blame him, though ??

as the frame crashed against the wall, gaston cringed. it was a photo of the two of them on their trip to cancun, what a wild time they had. but watching it shatter against the wall, well, he felt his heart shatter along with it. now reality was really settling in. gaston had royally fucked up. && his attempt to make it better only made it worse.

❝ it’s not that bad, adam. it was only sex. it’s not like i was REALLY into that girl... ❞

to make matters worse, gaston followed his lover out the door, calling his name loudly before he shouted it at the top of his lungs. it was like adam wasn’t even listening to him. but then again, gaston was really great at escalating situations beyond reasonable. && when adam didn’t stop, didn’t acknowledge him, he grew even more irritated. he hated being ignored. so he did the IRRATIONAL thing && ran towards him, tackling him hard against a wall. he had to have gotten his attention now, right ??

@shesstillhere

[foolplayed-blog]

imagine gaston and adam singing “agony” from into the woods together

[killsbeasts]

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He smiles and it splits his features, joy curving into his eyes as he fixes his sights upon his friend, youth spilling over every inch of his skin, every slope against his large frame augmented, as if he has seen something - someone - who has given him new purpose.

“Just thought I’d make it a tradition, dropping by,” he says, shoulder to the door-jamb, uncertainly peeling away as he settles back into this rhythm, being here with an old and cherished friend.

Adam looked healthy. War had a way of aging men, but he only felt that weariness, never saw it.

“Also, that jacket suits you. But it may suit me better.”

And with a quick dip and bend at the waist, Gaston picks up the jacket Adam was trying on and puts it on, one arm after the other, openly admiring how it looked on his shoulders in the mirror.

“A bit tight - or you know, that could be because I have more muscle tone than you.”

He laughs then, and it’s bright and airy, full of a radiance that can only be described as golden.

[mmegarderobe-blog]

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     ❝ - I can sing! ❞ She winced at the desperation in her voice, but stood tall before him. Her suitcase in one hand with all her worldly possessions, Allegra knew she looked half crazed. Oh, but she needed a job! The United States was not the land of the free as she’d heard it said. There weren’t opportunities spilling out onto the streets and for every moment that she spent here, she regretted leaving home. ❝ Please, let me sing for you, signore - sir! ❞ Allegra chastised herself mentally for the slip, but that couldn’t be helped now. ❝ You won’t be disappointed. ❞

[shootfrombehind]

Lips travel up the man's shoulder, lingering on a scar for a long moment before closing tight against it, sucking at the skin gently. A brief flash of his tongue against the spot before he continued his trail up over his collar, to his throat, sucking more as he made is way up the column. A brief pause over his pulse, feeling it thrum against his soft lips, moaning softly. "Hmmm how is it you manage to be so incredible?" He whispered, teeth scraping lightly over the spot.

His breath caught at the feel of Adam’s lips trailing along his skin. Head lolling to the side, he offered the other man all the access to his neck easily. It truly wasn’t fair how easily his lover could wind him up and leave him hungry for more. Hands lifting and carding through Adam’s hair, he pressed closer to the Prince, moaning softly as the other’s lips continued to trail over his skin. Humming slightly in confusion at the question posed to him, Gaston shuddered at the feel of teeth scraping over the quick thrum of his pulse. “How do you do this to me?” It was all he knew to say in response as he clung to the other man, hungry for more, hungry for anything and everything he could possibly get from his love. Though he hoped they were headed for something that required a good deal less layers, and would hopefully help ease the current snugness of his trousers.

[sauvagi-a]

@shesstillhere cont. from here

“   or what ?  my dearest adam, are you threatening me ?   ”

[namemeansbeauty-archive]

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A few times a week Belle and Adam would go down to visit the village. Adam would usually have some things to discuss with the villagers about what he could do to make his kingdom better. Then Belle would take the opportunity to interact with all the young girls and boys, teaching then how to read. The children were so relaxed with Belle, giggling and having a good time as they read the words in their books. But as soon as they saw the prince in their sight they would quickly sit straight up and be on their best behavior just causing Belle to giggle. “If only you all knew how his manners were when I first met him, you would think it was silly.” She teased before looking up at Adam, “Isn’t that right, mon chéri?” She questioned as she pushed the loose strand of hair back out of her face.

[aviscaptum]

An Old Friend || CLOSED

@neveroutofsight

Jasmine smiled as she stared up at the iron gates of the castle for the first time in more than a few years. It was just as beautiful as the first time she'd seen it, though her visit was far from the same circumstances. In fact it was safe to say that she'd changed quite a bit since then; entering the grounds on slippered feet rather than in a palanquin and making her way to the main steps. No servants stood ready to greet her, no guards flanked her sides and no fine clothing served as her shield as she reached to knock on the large front doors.

The knock echoed, and a moment later the door opened to reveal a footman whom looked her up and down. Evidently unimpressed with the ragged burlap cape and swords strapped to her hips.

"I'm here to see the prince." They said nothing but the look on his face said that he was thinking about turning her away before a woman appeared at the top of the steps leading to the east wing.