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princess-ibri · 2 years
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I'd like to know; how do you think Don Bluth's Beauty and the Beast would have turned out? I wish everyone would have been able to watch it. Just what would have been though I am not really into this Beast's design maybe the Baboon design that Disney turned down?
Hey! Thank you for your patience I wanted to have time to give this ask a proper reply, with some pictures. Overall I think it would have done well in the way of becoming a cult classic, full of beautiful images and plenty of nightmare fuel but rather cluttered in the way that most Don Bluth films tend to be, something that definitely adds to their charm but keeps them from becoming as popular as the more streamlined Disney Renaissance movies they were competing with at the time.
In terms of plot I feel like it would have taken a lot of influence from the 1946 Jean Cocteau BatB movie, as well as some influences from the original Gabrielle-Suzanne de Villeneuve version, along with some of The Grimm Brothers and Abhorsen and Moe’s “The Singing Springing Lark/Lily and the Lion/East of the Sun West of the Moon” bits, as I will explain below.
I think the Cocteau influences would have been seen most in the primary look/atmosphere of the film, we can see a lot of his dark dreamlike Romantic influences in the clothing and set design of this poster in particular. The Beast and Belle’s clothes could have come straight out of the 1946 film.
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This dark dreamlike atmosphere of that film would have worked quite well with Bluth’s style of filmography which tended towards that sort of Fever Dream Unreality in many ways. But of course we also have the abundance of side characters with their own small arcs (and animal sidekicks inexplicably wearing clothes) in the mix as well. We get most of our information about them and the themes of the film from this page:
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From this we gain the main theme of the film ‘a thing must be loved before it is loveable’, and several names of our animal/fairy sidekicks. Below we can see Beauty with Nan the clairvoyant dog, with Otto the escape artist lizard on top of Nan. The bird on her finger could be Max the bird detective in a more realistic design then the one with him in the large hat, or possibly just a random bird to go with the random squirrels. Wether these characters would have been true animals with quirky traits or people transformed like the Beast I don’t know, though with Bluth’s other films to go off of I tend to believe they were likely just funky animals who would have used their skills to try and help Beauty unravel the mystery of the Beast and his cursed castle.
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Try as I might I couldn’t find any depictions of the King Bats that were mentioned (fairly sure I have Queen Livia and the Wee Beasties though, we’ll get to that in a moment) so I wonder if they were later replaced with these wolves? They sound like they would have e been aligned with the villain in any case.
Here’s where we get to the ‘Singing Springing Lark/Lily and the Lion/East of the Sun West of the Moon’ influences I think would have been in the film. As we can see in the picture below we have Beauty and a very much human prince fleeing from the wolves on Pegusus back— in these versions of the BatB story the heroine is forced to go on a journey to rescue the prince from an evil princess, after his Beast initial curse is broken. She is usually aided by the Wind, riding its back to go and find him, and in the Grimm version the pair escape via Gryphon. It’s not to hard to imagine Don Bluth deciding to swap out a Gryphon for a more majestic and recognizable looking Pegasus for his lovers to escape on once they’ve been reunited.
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And of course we have the villain of our story, who I’m pretty sure is meant to be this Queen Livia. I mean look at this lady, all deathly pale and decked out in villainous green, pretty sure that a crown on her head as well. In the original Villeneuve version the Prince is cursed into a Beast by a wicked fairy after he refuses to marry her, I could totally see this woman cursing people left and right. Add that to how the Prince in the sketch version below seems to be facing off against this sinister looking woman’s head and I think it’s a good guess to say that Bluth’s BatB would have had a similar premise.
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I’ve also pulled out charters I’m very sure are meant to be Beauty’s father and sisters (the smaller head by the Father possibly being a sketch of their mother?) once more pointing to following the old traditional tale where Beauty is faced with opposition from her sisters as well.
We’ve also got a lot of sketches of what I’m assuming are the Wee Beasties, who are 1000% precursors to the Jitterbugs we later see in Thumbelina, along with some more butterfly like fairies, who could possibly be grouped in as a prettier type of Wee Beastie or just be fairies.
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So yeah, I think it overall would have followed the tone of the Cocteau film, with some added animal and fairy sidekick shenanigans as Beauty tries to discover the secret of the Beast, eventually culminating in her discovering he’s been cursed by the evil Queen Livia who seeks to marry him. The climax would be that after Beauty has broken the Beat spell by professing her love he’s whisked away by Livia to her wolf guarded home base, and Beauty and her friends have to rescue him and defeat the evil Queen once and for all, with her and the Prince escaping via Pegasus to ride off into their happily ever after (oh and with his mask I’m thinking maybe Livia gives a masked ball or something to celebrate her wedding with the Prince and Beauty crashes it).
Per the Beasts design I dont really. Ind it so much. It is a bit close to the Disney one but honestly I still preorder a composite Beast over one based solely in one animal sorry 😅 But I did find some alternatives designs for him for you!
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Some of these are straight up goblin-y I love it 😆
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intriga-hounds · 2 years
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real footage of me being viciously bitten by lily
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the-worm-wiggles · 1 year
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Post says "the twins" and I run to the tags to see if it's on about lup and taako, lark and sparrow, or lily and todney
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carolineworld · 1 year
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ALL THE BOOKS I’VE READ IN 2022
I’m so late to this but here it is :)
JANUARY:
A Kiss For A Kiss by Helena Hunting 5 ⭐
Fix Her Up by Tessa Bailey 2⭐
Ugly Love by Coleen Hoover  2⭐
From Lukov With Love by Mariana Zapata 5⭐
The Hardest Fall by Ella Maise 5⭐
FEBRUARY:
Corrupt by Penelope Douglas 2⭐
Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas 4′5⭐
Hideaway by Penelope Douglas 4⭐
All Rhodes Lead Here by Mariana Zapata 4⭐
Piso Para Dos (The Flatshare) by Beth O’Leary 4′5⭐
The Intimacy Experiement by Rosie Danan 3′25⭐
Neon Gods by Katee Roberts 5⭐
Addicted To You by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 2⭐
Terms And Conditions by Lauren Asher 5⭐
MARCH:
Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas 3′75⭐
Conclave by Penelope Douglas 3′5⭐
Ricochet by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  4⭐
Addicted For Now by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐
Hook, Line And Sinker by Tessa Bailey 5⭐
Kiss The Sky by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐
Hothouse Flower by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐
Fire Night  by Penelope Douglas 3⭐
Thrive by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  4′75⭐
Addicted After All by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐
Fuel The Fire by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐
Long Way Down by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐
Some Kind Of Perfect by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐
Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly 4′75 ⭐
Bound By Honor by Cora Reilly 1′75 ⭐
Bound By Hatred by Cora Reilly 3′75 ⭐
The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang 3 ⭐
APRIL:
Todo Lo Que Nunca Fuimos by Alice Kellen 2 ⭐
Mr. Masters by TJ. Swan  3 ⭐
Todo Lo Que Somos Juntos by Alice Kellen 3′5 ⭐
Mr. Spencer by TJ. Swan  3 ⭐
Electric Idol by Katee Roberts 4⭐
The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides  4⭐
Marriage For One  by Ella Maise 2⭐
Bound By Temptation by Cora Reilly 4 ⭐
You Deserve Each Other by Sarah Hogle  4 ⭐
Bound By Love by Cora Reilly 3⭐
Bound By Blood by Cora Reilly 3⭐
Twisted Emotions  by Cora Reilly 4⭐
Twisted Pride by Cora Reilly 4⭐
Twisted Bonds by Cora Reilly 5⭐
Dating Dr. Dil by Nisha Sharma 3 ⭐
MAY:
Archer’s Voice by Mia Sheridan  5⭐
Long Shot by Kennedy Ryan 4 ⭐
Whatever It Takes by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐
Wherever You Are by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐
JUNE:
Faking With Benefits by Lily Gold  5⭐
Marfil by Mercedes Ron 2 ⭐
One Percent Of You by Michelle Gross  5⭐
My Killer Vacation by Tessa Bailey 4⭐
People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry 4 ⭐
A Million Kisses In Your Timeline by Monica Murphy 4 ⭐
Meet Me Halfway by Lilian T. James  5⭐
JULY:
Mr. Wrong Number by Lynn Painter 3 ⭐
Puck Shy by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐
Blind Pass by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐
One-Timer by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐
Texting Titan by Kaci Rose  3 ⭐
The Favor by Suzanne Wright 3 ⭐ 
Royally Screwed by Emma Chase 4 ⭐
Royally Endowed by Emma Chase 5 ⭐
Royally Matched by Emma Chase 5⭐
Sin Bin by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐
Ignite by Melanie Harlow 3 ⭐
AUGUST:
Blind Side by Kandi Steiner 5 ⭐
Flawless by Elsie Silver 5 ⭐
Things We Never Got Over by Lucy Score 5 ⭐
Praise by Sara Cate 3⭐
Eyes On Me by Sara Cate 4⭐
Give Me More by Sara Cate 5⭐
Mercy by Sara Cate 3⭐
SEPTEMBER:
Beach Read by Emily Henry 5⭐
Icebreaker by Hannah Grace  5⭐
The Inheritance Games by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 4 ⭐
The Hawthrone Legacy by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 4 ⭐
The Final Gambit by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 3 ⭐
Nanny For The Neighbors by Lily Gold 4 ⭐
Mile High by Liz Tomforde 5 ⭐
OCTOBER: 
Sunny Disposition by Deanna Grey 3 ⭐
I Dare You by Isla Madden-Mills 3 ⭐
I Bet You by Isla Madden-Mills 4 ⭐
I Hate You by Isla Madden-Mills 3 ⭐
I Promise You by Isla Madden-Mills 5⭐
Brutal Prince by Sophie Lark 4 ⭐
Scoring Chance by Teagan Hunter 5⭐
Heartless by Elsie Silver 5 ⭐
Out Of The Gate by Elsie Silver 3 ⭐
Stolen Heir by Sophie Lark 3⭐
Savage Lover by Sophie Lark 5⭐
Bloody Heart by Sophie Lark 5⭐
Broken Vow by Sophie Lark 5⭐
Heavy Crown by Sophie Lark 2⭐
NOVEMBER:
A Good Girl’s Guide To Murder by Holly Jackson 5 ⭐
Good Girl, Bad Blood by Holly Jackson 4⭐
 As Good As Dead by Holly Jackson 3⭐
DECEMBER:
Happenstance by Tessa Bailey 3 ⭐
Lucky Number Eleven by Adriana Locke 2 ⭐
Lovelight Farms by B.K. Borison 4 ⭐
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fairytalemovies · 4 months
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Bodo Wolf as prince Andreas in Schneeweißchen und Rosenrot (1979) and as prince Leonhard in Der Prinz hinter den sieben Meeren (1982).
Rest in peace, Bodo Wolf (1944-2023)
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jegulusofwesper · 2 years
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my favourite quotes from the books i read so far this year
“Good of you to join us, Ash.” Aiden grins as sadism sparks in his eyes. “Now look away from my wife before I create a diplomatic problem between England and the US.” ~ Twisted Kingdom - Rina Kent (dark romance, enemies to lovers)
Reading is one of my defence mechanisms to not get caught up in the world. The world makes me think of worldly things, like that night, I hate that night. ~ Ruthless Empire - Rina Kent
She must be going for intimidation, but all I see is a yapping chihuahua. ~ His Revelry - Bailey Nicole (LGBT, friends to enemies to lovers, knife play)
“Can I pick the music?” He narrows his eyes at me. “No, I know Joe your mind works. I’m not grinding on you to ‘is this the way to Amarillo’, or any song from six: the musical” ~ Nannying For The Neighbors - Lily Gold (RH, single dad, strippers, Harry Potter references)
“I doubt she even knows how to walk in heels.” “Then you’ll teach her,” my mother says. “I don’t know how to walk in heels, either,” I say sarcastically. // “If you ever talk to my wife like that again, I’ll empty that clip in your chest.” ~ Brutal Prince - Sophie Lark (ENEMIES to lovers - I’m pretty sure this is the one where he’s allergic to strawberries and she eats some before she kisses him and he goes into anaphylactic shock then tried to drown her in the pool so she “knows how it feels to not be able to breathe”, mafia romance)
Good luck? Have a lovely time, Mal. Hope you find a pretty Grisha, fall deeply in love, and make lots of gorgeous, disgustingly talented babies together. Oh well maybe he’ll fall in a ditch on his way there. ~ Shadow and Bone - Leigh Bardugo (fantasy, romance, YA, adventure)
Sturmhond twisted, and in a flash, he’d slipped Mal’s grip. A knife was in his hand, pulled from somewhere up his sleeve. “Step back, Orestrev. I’m keeping my temper for her sake, but I’d just as soon gut you like a carp.” ~ Siege and Storm - Leigh Bardugo (fantasy, romance, YA, adventure)
Kaz knew death. He could feel it’s presence on the ship now, looming over them, ready to take his wraith. // “You, Inej, you.” // Kaz bit him. // I’m going to get my money, Kaz vowed. And I’m going to get my girl. ~ Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo
Kanej version. “I would have come for you. I would have come for you. And if I could walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together. Knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do we never stop fighting.” ~ Crooked Kingdom - Leigh Bardugo
Wesper version. Kuwei turned to Jesper. “You should visit me in Ravka. We could learn to use our powers together.” “How about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim.” Wylan said with a very passable imitation of Kaz’s glare. Jesper shrugged. “I’ve heard he’s one of the richest men in Ketterdam. I couldn’t cross him.” ~ Crooked Kingdom - Leigh Bardugo
Helnik version. “I have been made to protect you. Even in death, I will find a way. Bury me so I can go to Djel. Bury me so I can take root and follow the water north.” “I promise, Matthias. I’ll take you home.” “Nina, I am already home.” ~ Crooked Kingdom - Leigh Bardugo
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t pull your lungs out through your mouth” ~ The Duke and I - Julia Quinn (tw: rape)
“You know what, Harry? You’re a pathetic, homophobic, self obsessed DICK and I really dislike you. Happy fucking birthday.” ~ Heartstopper 1 - Alice Oseman (LGBT, YA)
“Wait why are you crying?” “I just… seeing you sad makes me sad.” // “Why are straight people like this?” ~ Heartstopper 2 - Alice Oseman (LGBT, YA)
“I know but - it’s annoying when people think we’re just…” “Best platonic bros?” “…Oh my god” ~ Heartstopper 3 - Alice Oseman (LGBT, YA, tw: self harm, ED)
“You are a pathetic little man. Talk about my brother like that again and I’ll end you.” (You have no clue how much I love Tori for this ❤️)~ Heartstopper 4 - Alice Oseman (LGBT, YA, tw: self harm, ED)
My worst fear has gone from “grandma’s rag doll” to “being spiritually double penetrated by an ancient ghost” in the space of two days. // “Aside from the trauma, I’m great.” ~ The Fell of Dark - Caleb Roehig
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bayanation · 1 year
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THE DARK NIGHTS SERIES: Part I.
GLORY & GORE / Bruce Wayne.
When is it time to bury the past? Can you bury it all?
read on wattpad here.
IN BLOOM / Clark Kent.
The universe rolls the dice, and the world will never be the same.
read on wattpad here.
GHOSTLY / Barry Allen.
Does destiny not carve her ending into stone right then?
read on wattpad here.
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culpae-vulpis · 1 year
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Larksong(larkpaw in this piece( the brown & orange one)) had a hard time starting out in his apprenticeship to Lilyheart.
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batfambrainrot · 1 year
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LILARK + cardigan - in bloom on wattpad, a clark kent story.
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Lark the Water Lily River Spirit {Banshee}
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Nickname: Lark
Species: Water Lily River Spirit
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
Gender: female/nb
Alignment: light/neutral good
Favorite color: blues, deep greens
Favorite animal: otter
Favorite song: River by Ibeyi
Likes: pearls, shells, water, swimming, meeting new people, learning about new cultures, trying new foods, exploring different water bodies 
Dislikes: deserts, oranges, super spicy foods, small town mindset/ignorance, feeling stuck/boxed in (both physically and mentally), homophobia etc. 
Sexuality: panromantic, demisexual
Personality: Lark is bright, vibrant, eager, and ready to move away from the village that she was raised in. She can be shy at first, but is so eager to move to a bigger city, that she’s pushing through that shyness.  She’s extremely loyal and is constantly trying to better herself. She’s got that energy of extreme movement forward. She wants to do better, wants to learn more, see more, experience more. She feels that life is short and she wants to have as full an experience as possible!
Physical description: Lark is around 5′5″ tall. She has deep brown skin, blue eyes, and her hair is blue, worn in locs with shell beads adorning most of them. She often keeps them pulled back into a half up/half down sort of style. She’s strong, toned, and is a very strong swimmer. 
Companion requirements: She’s not too picky - she’s ok with a variety of family sizes ranging from micro to larger. She would like a vessel of either river stone, shell, or something else that relates to water. 
Background Info: I met Lark after visiting the orphanage that she grew up in - she’s recently graduated, and is ready to move out of the village, away from the market stall that she currently works at, selling pearls and other things she’s found while diving.  She doesn’t know anything about her family of origin.  She’s a water lily river spirit - this means she gets her energy/life force from water and MUST have access to water. This can be astrally or physically, but is non-negotiable.  She has an affinity for water lilies/lotus flowers, and as far as we know she comes from an underwater realm that is ruled over by these flowers, but this information is limited. 
If you would like to apply for Lark you can apply for her here
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rabbitfled · 1 year
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tag drop !
{ ❀ ゚・ rabbit’s feet and prince’s crown ( prince kit ( ic ) ) } { ❀ ゚・ a bun above ( ooc ) }
{ ╲ present yourself in court ( prompts ) } { ╲ paw prints on the dirt path ( threads ) } { ╲ out on a walk ( queue ) } { ╲ star light star bright ( wishlist ) } { ╲ a curse is not so easily broken ( aesthetic / musings ) } { ╲ roses for beauty and lilies for sweetness ( romantic musings ) } { ╲ heavy lies the head that wears the crown ( headcanons ) } { ╲ the face of the throne ( visage ) } { ╲ hiding in the curtains ( dash comm ) } { ╲ toe beans ( joke tag ) }
{ chasing down the rabbithole • lark ( paladinquest ) } { a rose among the thorns • briar ( rossefinch ) }
{ ❥ a personal knight and a personal friend • lark&&kit } { ❥ no less worthy of love ; even with a haunted heart • briar&&kit }
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willow-lark · 2 years
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌
awww this is so sweet! you sent this ages ago i'm so sorry i just sat down to go through my inbox for the first time in a while. thank you!!
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intriga-hounds · 2 years
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i have finally started crating the puppies overnight as of this last weekend and they’re doing amazing, i usually just have to get up once to let them out to potty (which is what i’m doing now), but it has led to the unexpected consequence of sivi thinking he can just yell at me at literally any hour to go piss.
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boxboxlewis · 8 months
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galex, only four beds, 2k
George said he would book the hotel room himself. Cara was busy, smoothing out the endless administrative details of George’s life, and it wasn’t work travel, anyway—just a little lads’ holiday with Alex, just a stolen slice of time out of time, away from it, in the hot summer weeks when Formula 1 held its collective breath and waited for the season to restart. A spur-of-the-moment thing, after Alex’s plans with Lily fell through. A lark.
Underneath all that was another secret reason for making the booking himself: a sly secret sideways reason. He called the hotel instead of booking online, to make sure they had the kind of room he wanted available. He barely let himself think about the call even as he was making it, most of his attention fiercely directed at the dense weave of the upholstery Carmen had chosen for the sofa he was sitting on. It had a subtle striped pattern, beige on beige.
They were going to Jersey, because neither of them had been, and because Alex suggested it as a joke and then it seemed funnier, somehow, than it should have: the idea of actually going there. “We’re going to lower the median age on the island by about twenty years,” Alex said, the day before they were due to leave, and George, who had looked up “tourist attractions on Jersey” to have in his back pocket in the event of just this sort of cold feet, said “They’ve got these tunnels from WWII, it looks quite neat actually. And you can windsurf.”
Alex raised his eyebrows and said, “All right, eager beaver.” George thought, without meaning to, of the first time he’d had sex with a girl, wanting to like it, for it to be good.
“I’ve got a deal with the Jersey Tourism Board, as it happens,” he said: the less insane part of him. “This trip is actually hashtag spon.” 
Alex laughed, and didn’t suggest cancelling the trip.
They flew from Nice to Nantes, drove a rental car to St Malo, got a ferry to Jersey. “This is very Planes Trains and Automobiles, isn’t it,” grumbled Alex, even though Cara had arranged all the travel, in the end, and George did the driving.
“Oh, sorry, did you want me to teleport us?” George said. “Because I actually left my superpowers back in Brackley.”
“Oh, ‘superpowers’? Bit of a puffed-up nickname for the W14, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, sorry, remind me what you drive?”
They were still bickering as they walked into the hotel. It felt, to George, more like family than any of his own family’s carefully meted affection.
“Heya,” he said cheerfully to the concierge, “booking for Russell?”
The concierge typed something and smiled at them. “Ah, Mr Russell. Of course, sir. Let me get you checked in, sir.” Alex’s face was carefully blank, in a way that was very easy to read if you knew Alex at all, but George preferred this old-fashioned kind of service to what you got at more modern places where the staff all pretended to be friends with you. Although he turned down the porter who offered to help with their luggage; they only had backpacks.
Alex gestured at the wallpaper as they exited the lift and walked along the corridor to their room. “Bloody typical of you, Georgie. ‘I’ll pick the hotel,’ he said. ‘It’ll be fine,’ he said. And then you bring us to a place where they probably iron the fucking newspapers in the morning.”
“No, come on,” George said. He found the door to their room and slid the keycard in. The lock clicked satisfyingly and flared green. “It’s all iPads now, innit. They iron the iPads.”
As they walked into the room Alex started laughing, gratifyingly hard, and George basked in how well his iPad joke had landed. Then he clocked what Alex was looking at. The room was nice, spacious, big windows with a view out over the harbour, and—crisp white linens on the beds: all four of them. Four single beds, arrayed in a neat line.
“This is like the fucking orphanage in Madeleine,” Alex said. “Which two do you want, mate?” He was laughing again by the end of the sentence.
“I don’t—this isn’t what I asked for,” George said. What he’d asked for, very specifically, was a nice big room with a sea view and one king bed and no sofa. He picked up the handset on the desk by the window and called the front desk.
“Good afternoon, this is Reception.”
“Yeah, hi, Room 310. Erm, we have a bit of an issue, to say the least. There are four beds in here?”
“Let me just check your booking, sir. Ah, yes. I see you booked by telephone? And there’s a note here that you specifically wanted four beds?”
“No,” George said. He glanced over at Alex, who was definitely listening. “I asked for two beds,” George lied emphatically. 
“I am most sorry for the inconvenience, sir.”
“Well, we just… we’ll need another room, that’s all.”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, sir. It’s the Battle of Flowers this week; everywhere on the island is booked up.”
George dug the hand that wasn’t holding the handset into his pocket and pressed his knuckles into his thigh. “Sorry, the what? The what of what?”
“The Battle of Flowers? It’s—”
“Yeah, I don’t care, actually. I only booked last week, how could I’ve done that if everywhere is so busy?”
“You must have got lucky, sir. Perhaps there was a cancellation.”
George attempted to channel Toto at his most disappointed and scary. “Right. Right. So what are we going to do about this, then?”
“Don’t worry, sir, we’ll get this sorted for you.”
George put the phone back into the cradle. Alex was kicked back on one of the beds, feet dangling off the end. “You know,” he said, “I’m sort of regretting letting you do all the planning for this trip. You did get us return tickets, right? You haven’t signed us up for some sort of murder mystery tour with actual murder?”
“Ha ha,” George said, sitting on the bed next to Alex’s. “Didn’t see you offering to do any planning, did I?”
There was a knock at the door, and they exchanged a look. “This better be a complimentary fruit basket and bottle of champagne,” George muttered, and went to answer it. Two hotel porters came in: not bearing gifts.
“Hello, gentlemen,” one of them said. “Sorry about this mix-up. Right.” He gestured at his colleague, who nodded. Each porter seized a bed and with great stamping and flipping and manoeuvring got it wheeled out of the room into the corridor. 
One of the porters stepped back in and touched the brim of his cap. “There we go, sir. Won’t happen again. Thank you for your patience, sir.” He stood looking at George, who looked back at him.
Eventually George said “Thank you,” sternly, so as to show he wasn’t the sort of person to stand for four beds in his hotel room.
The porter touched the brim of his cap again, and left.
“He wanted you to tip him,” Alex said, voice lazy. He hadn’t left the bed he’d chosen.
“Tip him?!”
“Mm. People tend to like that. Being tipped.”
George sat back down on the bed next to Alex’s. If he reached his arm out he’d touch Alex’s mattress. “Well, that’s rubbish, isn’t it. I’m not going to tip them for messing up.”
“The porters didn’t mess up,” Alex said. It was something he did sometimes, arguing a point just because he could, just to be a shit. George shouldn’t have found it attractive. He didn’t reply, and after a while Alex started laughing and said, “You do realise that, thanks to your phone call, we’ve now got one measly single bed each.”
“We could push them together,” George said, voice casual, as if it didn’t matter. “We could make one big bed. And then we’d both have more room.”
He watched Alex’s foot flex where it was dangling over the end of the bed. Up, down. Up, down. “Yeah, go on then. All right.”
It was harder to move the beds than the porters had made it look, but eventually they managed it, slotting the frames next to each other landscape-style, because they agreed that was likely to be more stable than having them next to each other lengthways. Then they went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner. The food was heavy, French but French through a time machine.
“God, I bet this was the height of fashion in the seventies,” Alex said, poking at his terrine. “The next time I suggest a holiday destination ironically, just whack me on the head, thanks.”
“I think it’s nice,” George said, and Alex snorted. 
“You would.”
George gave him a look that said, he hoped, I’m not flicking a pea at you right now, but only because this is a quite a nice restaurant even though you’re being a dick about it.
Alex flickered his tongue out, and grinned at whatever George’s face did in response.
They went for a walk along the seafront after their meal. “Come on, this is nice, isn’t it?” George said.
“Eh.” Alex scuffed his foot in the sand. “It’s all right, I guess.” He knocked his shoulder into George’s. “Glad this one worked out, you know. After…”
It took George a second to realise Alex was talking about the holiday they’d planned together that Alex had bailed on because he met Lily. He laughed, too loudly. “No worries, mate, all good,” he said. He thought about asking how things were going with Lily, and then didn’t. “Shall we…?” he asked. “It’s getting dark.”
“Yeah, all right, wild child.”
Alex showered first. He came out of the bathroom in his boxers, towelling his hair. Long legs, long arms, his knobbly ankles and wrists, his big feet, his hands. “All yours, mate.”
George’s mouth was dry. “Yeah,” he said, “I’ll just—”
He jerked off in the shower, one forearm braced against the cool ceramic tile, the other hand furious and too-tight on his dick, the way he liked it. His orgasm was much more intense than he was expecting and he groaned aloud with it, too loudly, and then bit his lip as if that might suck the sound back inside.
“You alright in there, Georgie?” Alex called.
“Yeah, yep.” He dressed in briefs and a t-shirt, then took the t-shirt back off. It was warm, in the hotel room. Warm-ish.
Alex was lying on the beds, head cushioned on one arm. “You’ll go blind, you know,” he said, half-smiling. “You’ll get hairy palms.”
George thought for a split-second about denying everything but then tried a grin, awkward with it. “Come on, like you don’t do it.”
“Not usually in a hotel room with my mate,” Alex said lightly. “Question for you, Georgie: how many beds did you ask for? Real answers only, please.” 
George settled himself next to Alex and shut his eyes. “One.”
“Uh huh. Because…?”
“Because I thought maybe if we had to share a bed we would.” George swallowed. “You would, maybe, you’d realise.”
“Realise what?” Alex said, very soft.
“Realise that you wanted me.”
“George.” George felt Alex’s hand brushing lightly over his shoulder, his chest. He tried not to breathe, in case breathing might make the moment stop. “What about Carmen?”
“She’s not—” How to explain everything that Carmen was not? He settled on “She’s not here.”
Alex hummed in response, and pinched George’s nipple. George yelped.
“Not going to ask me about Lily?” Alex’s finger was circling around George’s nipple, so delicate.
“I—I know she’s, I know I’m not,” George said, Alex’s fingertip trailing down his stomach, outlining his abs. “Look, she’s not here either, is she?”
Alex settled himself on top of George, the heavy mass of him pinning George down like a weighted blanket: but even better because George’s weighted blanket had never implicitly promised to fuck him. George hadn’t been pining for his weighted blanket for years. “What do you want, George?” Alex asked. “Is this a one-time thing? Get me out of your system? Or do you want something longer-term?” He kissed George’s neck, lighting it up, sparks straight to George’s dick. “Want to be my mistress?”
George groaned. “Let’s see how good your dick game is, mate,” he said, and grinned when Alex laughed.
“All right, you minx.” Alex ground his hips down against George’s. “Let’s see how well you take it.” He bit George’s lower lip and then kissed it, sweet and lazy. George bucked his hips up.
And then the second bed rolled away from the first, and George and Alex both fell through the crack between up and thumped unceremoniously onto the hotel carpet.
They sat in shocked silence for a moment, and then started laughing. “Right, ok, back to Plan A,” Alex said. “We’ll just share the one bed, I think.”
It was good with Alex, as it turned out: it was everything George hadn't quite let himself hope for, and the price of it was simply that now he was going to be wanting it, all the damn time.
it takes a village to raise a crackfic. thank you to beautiful geniuses @accio-ricciardo for chatficcing this concept with me, @ininininininstayoutstayout for crucial george dialogue thoughts, and @onadarklingplain for her incredibly kind and helpful comments!
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exhaustedcatte · 3 months
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Remus, dear.
“–What’s got Lupin limping like that, you think?” a Hufflepuff whispered, while Lily and Remus made rounds.
“Potter says he fought a Hippogriff!” the friend replied, sounding awed.
Lily heard a new voice say, “But Black insisted that Lupin fought the Squid naked and the limp was a result of a botched healing spell.”
She turned to raise her brows at Remus, whose ears were quickly turning red.
He turned the corner a step ahead of her and shooed the kids off with a mild, “Off you go, nosy buggers.”
Lily twisted her hair back into a bun. She had also heard Peter tell some of the third years that Remus had been bitten by a Mandrake.
“A Mandrake then?” Lily asked lightly, staring up at him.
Remus shrugged. There was a ghost of a smile on his mouth when he said, “Was that Peter?”
“He said you snuck into the Greenhouse at night to… harvest Marijuana,” Lily blushed at the accusation.
But Remus simply shook his head, muttering, “Fucking Wormtail, ratting me out like that. See if I keep his bedwetting secrets next time we have a movie night.”
Lily barked a surprised laugh. Remus offered a crooked smile, which suggested that he was probably lying about the bedwetting thing. You could never tell with Remus, where a lie ended and the truth began. It was an enviable knack.
They turned down a corridor.
Remus said nothing of her silence; she followed him blankly as he weeded out some gutsy (but frankly stupid) fourth years from broom closets and a few older students from classrooms. Lily stayed resolutely silent, thinking of the many other rumours that shrouded Remus in mystery.
He was pushed into a huller, duelled a giant, was bitten by Grindylows, got into a car/train crash. She could keep going. But they never explained how he’d gotten a new gash down the slope of his collarbone when she saw him yesterday.
“Remus, dear, still on duty then?”
Remus smiled warmly, “Yes, Madame Pomfrey. Lots of delinquents running wild here.”
Lily had only ever seen Pomfrey’s face in a harrowed expression, so the fact that she was smiling was unnerving.
“Mm, you’re rather well versed in that, aren’t you?”
Remus pressed an offended hand to his chest. “You wound me, really.”
It was the kind of response she would’ve expected from Black or Potter, who’d taken to calling the nurse Poppy on their own accord.
Then he blinked, smiled wearily. “No, no, you don’t wound me.” There was an inflection to his voice. As if he meant to say she ‘healed’ him, which, well – Pomfrey was a Nurse, Lily thought helplessly but she felt like she was missing something.
Pomfrey’s eyes softened. “Get plenty of rest, Remus, dear. Or I’ll have your boys to answer to.”
Remus bid her goodnight with a two fingered salute.
“She calls you Remus,” Lily noted curiously. “Not Mr Lupin. She only ever calls me Ms Evans.”
Remus looked over his shoulder at Pomfrey’s retreating back and tilted his head, considering.
“Maybe she’s making a move on me,” he said finally.
“Remus!” Lily cackled.
He grinned at her cheekily, mouth slanting into his cheek with no reservation. He looked so lovely like that; so young and mischievous.
Their conversation was abandoned when Potter came bounding through the halls and yanked Remus by the collar behind him, screaming about the wrath of a Sirius Black.
She last heard Remus cluck, “I thought we learned not to touch his motorcycle collection after last time, Prongs!”
Lily absolutely did not want to know anything about that possibly illegal lark.
God, delinquents. What a misfortune for whomever ended up with them.
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