#les mis modern aesthetic: couples edition

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Les Mis Modern Aesthetic, Couples Edition: Enjolras x Feuilly

"Do not go into the woods, my child,” Feuilly’s mother had often said.  “You will return forever changed, if you return, at all.”

But Feuilly was not one to be scared off by old wives’ tales.  Not when the woods called to her, sung to her, danced in her bones and made her restless with yearnings she could never put a name to but felt intensely for all of that.  So she crept along the fringes, touching the tender saplings, inhaling deep of the fallen leaves, listening as the wind ruffled the branches.

And she hoped.

She wished.

She wanted.

And one day... she heard a voice.

“Why do you hover so close, yet stay so far?”

“I am afraid,” Feuilly said.

“What is there to be afraid of?”

“That I will enter these woods and never return, at least not as myself.”

“Would that be so terrible?  To become someone new?”

Feuilly paused, then, one hand on the trunk of a young oak, one foot hovering over the forest path.  “My mother thinks it so.”

"And this is reason enough to fear?”

“...my mother is wise in many things,” said Feuilly.  “I trust her judgment more than my own.”

A flash of gold had Feuilly turning quickly, away from the path and deeper into the woods.  The warmth of captured sunlight in a flash of golden hair--it was there and then gone once more.  Only a sparkling laugh remained behind.

“We all must grow up someday.  We all must leave our mothers’ sides, no matter how much we wish to cling to their hands, to their wise words.  Feuilly... will you come?

Temptation beyond any measure.  A yearning filled to bursting: to dance among the shadows of the trees, to run and run and run, feeling the leaves crunch beneath her until she had no more breath with which to run.  Feuilly wanted these things more than she could express.  She always had.  But she was afraid.

Again, that flash of gold hair, a soft touch as a fur ruff settled around her neck... and left her forever changed.  Four paws, not two, beneath her.  A wealth of information in her keen sense of smell.  Ears that swiveled to and fro, elevating the song of the woods to a symphony.  And a lush, rich tail streaming out behind her as she sprang away, after the golden hair that had become golden fur.

She was led a merry chase through the trees, across the streams, weaving beneath the underbrush into the dappled sunlight of a meadow.  Never had she felt so alive, so free, so much like she belonged!

They came to rest as the sun slid down beneath the horizon, in a warm, cozy den, safe from all who would seek them out.  Panting softly, Feuilly said, “How is this possible?”

“You are what you are.  What you have always been.  What your mother was before she left the woods for the arms of your father.  I simply reminded you.”

Feuilly snuggled closer, eyes sliding closed in spite of herself.  “How long can I stay?”

“As long as you wish it.”

"Do not go into the woods, my child,” Feuilly’s mother had often said.   “You will return forever changed, if you return, at all.”

...and she was right.

#les miserables #feuilly week #feuilly #enjolras #enjolras x feuilly #les mis modern aesthetic #les mis modern aesthetic: couples edition #eirenical.photosets #eirenical.fic #i don't quite know what this is... #enjoy anyway? #;D #fem!feuilly #fem!enjolras #trans or gender swap take your pick

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OC Study - Mutant Edition - Benjamin Dreeme

I made a post a couple days ago stating my desire to make posts about my OC’s, and...here goes.

General Disclaimer: This character is in the Marvel X-Men universe, which I am in no way affiliated with other than my attempts to create angst and happy endings where there are otherwise none.

@supesofherown said not to make this any shorter so ________________________________________________________________

Name: Benjamin Matthias Dreeme (pronounced “Dream”)/Dreamscape

Nationality: Britain

Age: 30 (ish)

Appearance Overview: Stands roughly at 6′. A bit on the thinner side; not super muscley.  Brown, sleepy eyes, thin cheeks and more pointed face, scraggly, dark brown hair often tied up.  British mannerisms, straight posture, soft voice (when not angry).  Eyes change color when using abilities.

Universe: X-Men Marvel Universe (for now)

Species: Mutant 

Abilities:  Possesses the ability to sense desires; can craft and cast illusions connected to said desires, creating an illusion of a reality wherein a certain desire has been fulfilled.  Abilities also factor into slow-aging.

Family:

Marigold “Goldi” Dreeme  -  wife

Benjamin “Benji” Dreeme  -  son

Friends:

Hekla Elisedd

Scott Summers

Alex Summers

Remy LeBeau

Jack Thomas

Aesthetic: Blanket nest in bed while rain is pouring outside; monochrome with splashes of bright color; messy bed-hair and loose, warm clothing; melancholy music playing softly in an empty room.

Outfit of choice: Comfortable and warm. Long-sleeved cotton shirt, sweatpants, and black hair in a messy pencil bun.

Favorite Food: Proper British breakfast, though he’s more partial to coffee than tea.  Poor boyo is a bit of a caffeine addict, as his abilities keep him from sleeping well. 

Fast Facts:

Older than he looks

Abilities mess with his sleep, as his mind processes desires and such while he sleeps, resulting in vivid dreams

Sleepwalks and sleeptalks like a pro

Is faintly aware of the world around him while sleeping, so he can interact/converse to a limited extent while asleep

Will hug at all and any time

Owns a plethora of blankets and will lend them to whoever needs it

Can utilize illusions in simple matters, such as imaginative play and prompting someone to sleep

Very childish and will splash in all the puddles during a rainstorm

Will not eat plain food - must have frilly toothpicks in his sandwiches and sprinkles on his ice cream sundae

Once trapped Remy LeBeau in a very Aladdin-esque illusion wherein he was a completely different, prince-charming-like person (he wanted to be a better person for Rogue and Ben..completely took that in the wrong direction)

Backround: Mutant from the Late Victorian Era who grew up, got married to a Scottish human, and had a son.  Through a series of unfortunate events, he used his abilities to assist a wounded co-worker, only to have the man refuse to awaken from the illusion which Ben cast over him.  Fearing for the safety of his family and friends, Ben put an illusion on /himself/, causing himself to lose memory of his old life and he traveled the world, acting as a kind of “genie” and granting arbitrary desires.  Only when coming upon the mansion is he able to recover his missing memories (thanks to David Xavier’s powerful telepathic abilities), and he begins a new life in the modern day.

Songs/Soundtrack for OC: 

Time Stops - Big Fish Musical

I Don’t Need a Roof - Big Fish Musical

Fight the Dragons - Big Fish Musical

Goodbye - Catch Me if You Can

A Million Dreams - The Greatest Showman

Tightrope - The Greatest Showman

I Dreamed a Dream - Les Mis

Time - Tuck Everlasting

Hushabye Mountain - Chitty Chitty Bang-Bang

When Your Feet Don’t Touch the Ground - Finding Neverland

Everything I Ever Thought I Knew - Tangled Animated Series

No One Knows Who I Am - Jekyll & Hyde Musical

A New Life - Jekyll & Hyde Musical

#Benjamin Dreeme #Mutant #X-Men #David Xavier #OC #My OC #original writing #My writing #my characters #super long #but I love him #Ben

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Mistaken Identity, a RCIJ Fic

Prompt: Tinkerbae Twins Reveal Rumbelle Grandparents

Recipient: @maddiebonanafana

Rating: PG

Summary: There’s nothing quite like having people confuse you and your crush for expecting parents.

Author’s Note: I hope you really enjoy this present, Maddie. I have to admit I struggled with it a lot because I just could NOT make it work as a rumbelle prompt. It just... it felt too difficult. The prompt would naturally venture more into Tinkerbae territory but since the focus is supposed to be Rumbelle and I wanted to give you that I tried hard to make it work and this is what came out. I’m sorry there’s no smut, the story just didn’t naturally go that way. I’m sorry that I had such problems with your prompt but I hope you like how I managed to make it all about Rumbelle in the end! Thanks for all your help!

For anyone who is curious about the products mentioned in this fic Gold and Belle go to this baby store, which I thought was very much in keeping with Tink and Bae’s aesthetics. Except that creepy sheep mobile. 

It had taken Bae a year to introduce him to his girlfriend, his old resentment and mistrust making him wary of how things would go. Royce didn't really blame him, after all that had happened between them. He was happy to have been given a second chance at all, really. Cristina- "Please, call me Tink, everyone does"- Green turned out to be a lovely woman. Curious, vivacious and upbeat, and most importantly truly in love with his son. He would have welcomed her in the family even if he'd thought her a horrible person, but thankfully that hadn't been the case. Then again Bae had always been a great judge of character. Not in the way Royce himself was, cerebral and calculating, but in an empathetic way. He saw into the hearts of people.

It was such an ability that first made him distance himself from his father, back when he'd been nothing more than a twisted mass of hurt and anger. And though it had hurt like nothing else in the world had ever had, Royce was glad Bae did it. It allowed him to grow emotionally healthy and carefree, had allowed him to build himself a little family. And had allowed him to, eventually, be open to reconnecting with him, to try to repair what Gold had thought irrevocably broken. And so, little by little, Bae had introduced him to his close circle of friends, his little New York family. Perhaps as a las passive-aggressive gesture he'd started with Fa Mulan, former roommate and chef who took six months to stop giving him the stink-eye. Wendy Darling, though friendly, seemed to always be wary of him, as if she half-expected him to snap at any given moment. Her brothers were little better, though they were a tad more discreet about it.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

It had taken Bae weeks to tell him of his first days in New York City, having ran away from his mother's home. At sixteen he'd managed to take odd jobs until landing steady work as a busboy for the restaurant in which Mulan worked. It was her idea to put him up for the night when his landlord evicted him out of the blue but it was her roommate’s idea to sort of adopt him. She'd taken one look at his scrawny teen self and had decided he needed someone. Royce had no doubt Bae had fought tooth and nail against the very notion, still angry at the world and everyone in it, but there had been nothing but love in his eyes when he'd introduced him to "Mama Belle". With a name like that, he'd imagined someone different. Matronly, round, the sort of person that would adopt waifs and strays and keep one too many cats. Reality was... entirely different. Belle French was scarcely ten years older than Bae, a librarian working the Acquisitions department of the NYPL. She was small, even for his standards, and delicate-looking, though incredibly energetic at the same time, a force of nature. Neal found it easier to cave in to her gentle mothering than fight it, even though he was clearly unused to such attention.

Mama Belle was also embarrassingly attractive. A mass of gently-curled brown-red hair, impossible blue eyes, the most enchanting Australian accent he'd ever heard... it wasn't fair. He'd spent the first weeks after meeting her learning how to talk to her in words other than pathetic monosyllabic. Bae, the little shit, seemed to love it. He'd been afraid his father would lash out at Belle, a person who had gotten to be there for Bae when he hadn't, who was privy to a part of his life that Gold was struggling to access. To find him instead falling under Belle's spell was, he often said, karma.

It was Royce's reaction to Belle that finally made Bae introduce him to Cristina, a mechanical engineer working for some Manhattan-based company specializing in green energies or the like, something to do with solar panels that Tink had tried to explain to him at least five times since he'd met her. Fortunately for him his son's girlfriend seemed to be on his side, determined to see father and son working on repairing their relationship.

He considered it a triumph to have been one of the first people to hear about the pregnancy, and the later announcement that they were expecting twins. At forty-seven Royce felt a bit young for grandchildren but he didn't have to pretend to be excited. As unlikely as it seemed he loved children. Children didn't judge, didn't criticise, weren't malicious. Children loved unconditionally, passionately, without pretence or expectations. He'd loved raising Bae, even though they'd been dirt-poor at the time, and had hoped for more children in the future. And though none of his dreams had come true he now had, in a way, a second chance at that. He was wealthy now and had little to spend it on other than grandkids so when Bae asked him for help outfitting the nursery- "Tink's got her hands full trying to finish as much as possible at work before maternity leave and between work and school I just don't have the time"- he'd agreed comically fast. He hadn't considered the dynamics of it at the time, hadn't considered how little he knew about modern childcare products or Bae and Tink's own tastes. When Bae had been born, they had been too poor for anything not donated or second-hand, and had done without much of what he was sure his son and daughter-in-law would consider essential.

"I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm here."

Belle appeared next to him out of thin air, so deep in his own thoughts he'd been. Obligingly he ducked his head a little so she could kiss his cheek, something that had taken some getting used to, and smiled shyly. He was glad the fear of failing his son had pushed him into calling in reinforcements, he was sure that otherwise he wouldn't have dared bother Belle. She, gentle soul that she was, had jumped at the chance to help. At thirty-two she was of an age where friends and acquaintances were starting their own families so she was fairly familiar with what Bae and Tink would need for the twins, and were best to get it. He certainly wouldn't have located the trendy Brooklyn store by himself, with its modern industrial designs very unlike his own preferences. But it was, he acknowledged, very much in keeping with what he had seen in Bae and Tink's flat, modern and sleek.

"So, how does the grandpa-to-be feel? Must be a bit disconcerting, being a grandfather at such an age. I know when Bae joked about his children calling me "Grandma Belle" I almost hit him with a leather-bound edition of Les Mis."

He winced, hoping the glee on his face wasn't stupidly evident.

'She thinks I'm young.'

"Okay, so here we can cover most of the furniture and bedding, but I want to go to other places for the clothing, get more diversity."

It took her one raised hand and a smile to get the attention of an employee, who took one look at Gold's Brioni suit and Belle's patent leather designer shoes and snapped almost comically to action, ready to sell them every single item on the store. Thankfully, however, Belle seemed to have clear ideas about what she wanted and how she wanted it, and though she didn't use intimidation or thinly-veiled threats bur rather charm and gentle coaxing, it reminded him a lot of his own deal-making process.

"Your wife is a very astute shopper, sir."

It took him a moment to realise the shopping assistant was talking to him and a moment longer to realise she was talking to him about Belle. He felt himself grow hot in the face immediately, his mind searching for the words to explain the mistake without dissolving into unintelligible stammering.

"Come, sweetheart, I want you to see this adorable bassinet I just discovered."

As he allowed himself to be lovingly-dragged by Belle he looked around, seeing many sets of eyes on them, many of them male, all of them faintly questioning. And it struck him that what they saw was an old, besotted fool and the pretty young thing he had somehow managed to knock up. They thought they were a couple, shopping and preparing for the arrival of a baby. And, embarrassingly, he found himself loving it. It was easy, especially given Belle's tactile nature, to wrap an arm loosely around her waist and lean close to study the bassinet she was pointing at, easy to keep close to her as they moved on to the mobile section.

"Oh, God, who would buy that awful sheep mobile? It looks like it could be the centre part of a horror movie argument."

It was the shopping experience he'd always wanted for when he'd been waiting for Bae's arrival. A full wallet, a warm and enthusiastic partner and all the time in the world. Belle, with her whimsical yet practical nature, was a perfect complement to his own rather extravagant and over-indulgent tastes. Every purchase meant a lively debate, complete with good-natured bantering and a thrilling dash of flirting. It became a game of sorts between them, a gentle tug-o-war that lead to some interesting purchases.

"Tink's gonna love that giant bunny lamp, just you wait."

"I'm still telling Bae it was solely your idea. I'll tell them I fought valiantly, made him proud."

After the first store came others, and though he had a minor scare when Belle realised people were mistakenly assuming they were expecting parents, she didn't seem to mind, rather the contrary. She played it up, made it a part of her rather formidable shopping strategy. And though he knew it was stupid, and risky and likely to leave him emotionally compromised, he gave himself over to the fantasy completely. It was bittersweet how easy it was, how little effort it required. He was prickly by nature, skittish and touch-shy, but it wasn't so with Belle. Something about her made it dangerously easy to lower his defences, to let her in. By the time the sun began to sink and they exited their last shop, Toys R Us, he knew he was a goner.

"Well, this was fun, being pregnant for a day. Thanks for letting me tag along."

"I couldn't have done this without you. Had no idea babies required so many things, other than the obvious. And I'm glad that people's assumptions didn't make you uncomfortable. I'll admit it was easier to pretend."

Belle bit her lip, which he quickly categorised as the world's most erotic unconscious habit, and tilted her head to the side.

"Maybe people could... mistake us for a couple on their first date? Say... on Sunday? I know a lovely place for brunch, most divine omelettes and a raspberry jam to die for."

It took him a rather long amount of time to process her words, to pair them up with the hopeful, open expression on her face and the rather endearing nervous way in which she tugged a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Y-y-yes, that'd be... yes. Sunday. This Sunday. Around eleven?"

"Eleven would be perfect."

A year later Mr and Mrs Gold were amused at having to pretend to be expecting their second son instead of their first.

"It's the bunny lamp. No shop is going to forget the couple that bought a toddler-sized bunny night lamp."

"Oh, hush and look at this adorable tree bookcase. I swear the moment I saw it I felt Gideon kick. We must have it."

#maddiebonanafana #rumbelle christmas in july #rumbelle fic #rumbelle #tinkerbae