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lumiereandcogsworth · 2 months

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okay I'm a little late but uhhhhhh top 5 favorite batb scenes !! or songs !! or both !!! whatever floats your boat 😇

YIPPEE!!!! :)) i had so much fun going to find these screencaps. also it was terribly difficult to narrow down. please note that the True Answer to “what’s my favorite scene” is the entirety of the film 🫡 but here are some special ones, not really in a particular order because that would be impossible.

the adam & lumière hug

i’ve gone insane about this so many times but my goodness it makes me crazy. the implication of it all. the HISTORY that it provides for their relationship!!!! it’s evidence of an absolute lore FEAST that i have been enjoying these past seven years. i love them so so so much.

The Dance™️

obviously i believe this to be the dance of all time. it is so gorgeous and beautiful and IT IS THE WAY THEY EXPRESS THEIR LOOOOOVE!!!!!!!!!! i’ll never be over it. their outfits. the song. the atmosphere. the way they look at each other like the entire world around them has ceased to exist. AAAAHHHHHH.

the celebration ball!!!!

what a beautiful beautiful beautiful ending this is. it’s just so joyous. they’re so happy. they’re SO HAPPY. the way they smile, ESPECIALLY ADAM…. oh i just can’t be normal about it folks!

the colonnade conversation

AGH. this conversation is so important to me. so absolutely vital and one of THE biggest reasons that this version will always be superior to the animated one, TO ME ‼️‼️‼️ i just love that they get a chance to just sit and talk. they tease each other and joke and talk seriously as well. they share personal feelings and grow closer and it’s such clear evidence of how they’ve BEEN interacting over the course of belle’s time here. it’s so clear that they’ve become confidants and friends and that love is very much flowering between them. it’s such a simple conversation but it’s executed so perfectly and it means everything to me😭

their first meeting

sorry to keep throwing stones but you got me talking about my wife i’m gonna put her on a pedestal. this scene is ALSO way better than the animated version and i love it so so so much. i love how much more stubborn and self-centered adam is. i love that when she asks him to come into the light, he DOESN’T. he’s TOO ashamed of himself to even reveal his face to her at first. and this shot right here is just 🤌🤌 CHEF’S KISS!!!

SPEAKING OF KISSING HERE’S A 6TH SCENE

ONLY KISS OF ALL TIME ONLY KISS EVER!!!!!!!!! such a beautiful movie kiss. such a kiss. WOWZA!!!! i can’t even elaborate i just keep looking at it. but yeah dude yeaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the whole interaction leading up to it is just genuinely incredible. i go NUTS thinking about how adam waits for belle to make the first move every step of the way. he’s still so afraid of hurting her or scaring her that he just lets her explore him first. she feels his face (AND HE HAS THAT LITTLE SMILE‼️) first and then he holds hers. and they just look at each other until she looks at his lips and then back up at him and leans in and he leans in and OUUKGHSKFHSJ💥✨💥⚡️‼️✨💥🔥🌟✨‼️☀️💥✨‼️

also sorry i have 4 more honorable mentions because uhhh this film is the love of my life?

paris

just everything about them going to paris is. so important. the fact that adam even suggested they run away is enough to make me crazy. but once there HERE?? ugh. adam immediately being so nerdy about it, but then looking at belle so seriously as she reveals that this is where she was born and this is the home she should’ve grown up in and the gravity of them being here just settles in. and adam is just. gosh. he’s SO caring toward her. he’s so incredibly GENTLE during this whole thing. BECAUSE HE LOVES HER SO MUCHHHH. and then the flashback. ooooooohhhhh buddy. you KNOW how i feel about maurice & maria. AUGUGHGHFJDHJD!!!!! paris scene truly is the scene of all time. it’s another lore feast that i have (clearly) been absolutely demolishing for years now.

belle & maurice hug 🤧

oooohhhhhhhhh these two mean the WORLD to MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of their scenes are so deeply precious to me but this one with the “it’s alright! now go, live your life, and forget me” “forget you?? everything i am is because of you!” “i love you belle, don’t be afraid” “i love you too, papa. i’m not afraid.” UHHHHHHHH OKAY GUESS I’LL JUST EXPLODE???????? gosh. they’re everything to me. NEVER FORGET that in a movie where saying “i love you” is THE turning point of the plot… the first time it was uttered was from a father to his daughter 🥹 THAT’S WHERE SHE LEARNED THE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

shenanigans in the woods

this probably appears fairly out of place from the rest of the scenes i love, but there’s just something about gaston’s dialogue in this scene where he’s, ya know, threatening maurice’s life and such, that really scratches my brain. i also love his dialogue right before the mob song, so consider that an honorable mention too, but idk!! this scene is so funny and entertaining to me. which is funny in and of itself because it used to be like my least favorite scene. but lmao???? lefou asking gaston to calm down by thinking about death?? booping his nose??? gaston saying to maurice “please forgive me, old bean” ??? FJSKDK i love this scene so much, it very often makes me laugh.

and lastly :) hand hold :) hold hand :)

THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS🫵🫵🫵🫵

anyway hi you also asked me about my top 5 favorite songs, here’s that too:

be our guest — SO STIMMYYYY i love to sing and dance to it so much. i get so hyped. and it’s so visually GORGEOUS.

evermore — uhhh only love song ever. SADDEST love song ever. a lamentation that has, more than once, caused me to pause mid-song so i can write a quick happily ever after ficlet because i cannot STAND watching adam think he’s never going to see belle again. makes me utterly insane always and forever.

days in the sun — so sweet so good so underrated so lovelyyyyy and it Literally starts with a song adam’s mother sang to him and now he’s singing it to her. i’m gonna be SICK.

gaston — SO SO SO FUN. SO FUN. THE CHOREOGRAPHY WENT SO HARD.

beauty and the beast — i mean yeah. Yeah. I MEAN YEAH COME ON NOW THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT BABEYYY💙💛💙💛💙💛

#thank you so much that truly brightened my day SO MUCH #that was so much fun 😭😭 thank you thank you #alex tag #answered #about me #batb 2017 #beauty and the beast (2017)#beauty and the beast 2017

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emilykaldwen · 10 months

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@acrossthesestars requested Southern Gothic!Abrogon (which is a universe I started playing around with over the summer)

look at out! there be angsty filth between a pair of young adults who don't know what to do with their lives!

LOST

pairing: aegon targaryen x oc abrogail strong rating: e words: 2.8k MODERN SETTING

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She doesn’t move at the sound of the window opening. Abby stays in her four poster bed, rolled over on her left side tucked under the covers and the lace curtains flutter in the breeze and the lazy spin of the ceiling fan.

“Are you awake?” Aegon asks, toeing off his boots from his perch on her window sill. The air smells of ozone, the storm rolling in and there’s a flash of light and he silently counts. One… two… three… the rumble of thunder answers and he rolls his shoulders with it, reaching back over his head to pull off his worn t-shirt.

She shifts beneath the pale pink blanket, her hair tied back in a ponytail but gives no other answer. He scratches his fingers across his bare chest, the fine blonde hair gathered there catching on his calloused fingers and reaches down to shuck his jeans off like he always does. The clink of the belt buckle echoes in the room and Abby shifts again, turns to face him.

Lightning streaks across the sky and he pauses, knees bumping at the edge of the bed. It illuminates her features, and her eyes are large in her thin face, cheeks streaked with tears. There’s an aching in his chest and he immediately crawls across the covers into her waiting arms, draws her into him and drags his mouth against her cheeks. She whimpers at the touch, trembles against him in time with the thunder and he tastes salt on his mouth. Comforting his girlfriend buck ass naked and half hard since he left his house twenty minutes ago thinking about her.

“What’s wrong?” he swipes his thumb along the apple of her cheeks, cups the softness of it. Softness that’s slowly been going away over the past few months since her dad got sick. The heart attack and the stroke, the way her shoulders bowed beneath the stress.

“Harwin.”

“What about him?” His brother in law. His girlfriend’s older brother, and Aegon wonders if they’ve achieved peak southern stereotype by having him be his brother in law on both sides. Eventually. When they get to that point where he can be the man Abby needs him to be. One who isn’t jobless and still living with his mom and flunked out of Tulane.

“He wants to move dad in with him and Nyra. Says I should come too. Finish out the year in the city.”

The answer is immediate. “I’ll figure out how to get back into Tulane and you can live with me.”

“Aegon.”

“Or if that doesn’t work, I’ll move you into the big house.”

“Your mom wouldn’t allow it.”

Aegon makes a face. “She doesn’t have to know.”

That gets a wet laugh from her and it’s all he wants to hear. She says nothing except presses her wet face against his neck. His hand drops to her cute ass beneath the hem of his Hozier t-shirt he got at the concert they went to last year, runs his fingers under the elastic edges of her panties. “Let me make you feel better,” he whispers against her knotted curls. When was the last time she brushed her hair? He moves his fingers and strokes his knuckles along the seam of her, separated by the purple cotton with the little white hearts dotted all over it.

The thunder rumbles nearly over them, little time between the flashes of lightning, casting shadows across the room

Her hips shift against his touch, the puff of damp breath against his throat and he tugs the cotton aside, strokes two fingers along where she’s warm, and he promises her in whispers that she’s safe. His fingers come away damp and his thumb joins in to press against her clit, draws that achy whimper and her teeth catch against his neck, cock hard between them. The whine Abby makes is muffled with the rest of her sounds when he presses both fingers in and he groans into her hair. “Little rabbit, you’re so fucking tight.” Tiny and tight, whimpering and wriggling against two thick fingers curling into her. If he was kinder, he would have made her come first and let her loosen up.

Aegon is a good boyfriend, but he’s not always a kind one.

Abby doesn’t mind. Her body grips him tight that he can barely move with how tense and needy she is against him. He presses kisses against her brow and pulls her closer. “Take it easy… I’ve got you. Let go, Abs.” He feels her nod against his shoulder, spit gathering from her rubbing her mouth against his skin and he finds a rhythm, grinds the heel of his palm into her clit while he works his fingers against her, insistent on making her see stars.

Harwin and Rhaenyra are asleep downstairs, in town to take care of things with her father’s heart attack and Larys’... mysterious disappearance with a warrant out for his arrest. Wylla had found the dump site and it was the brotherly bonding activity between him, Aemond, and Daeron when the youngest was home for the weekend from his fancy boarding school.

Uncle Daemon had even showed up. A full family event as Aegon watched the dozens of blinking eyes swim closer. Listened to the whining gasp of his girlfriend’s monster of an older brother who thought he could make Abby an amusement, invade her and rob her of her sense of safety all for the fact that the foot fetish OnlyFans weren’t enough for him.

The gators had thrashed with glee in the water, the shadows thrown long from the headlights of the SUV, Larys hogtied on the pool inflatable, shirtless and bleeding from the dozen cuts sliced into him.

Blood in the water, nothing left behind.

“I want to stay,” Abby whimpers and her sounds, those precious sounds turn high pitched and draw him from the memory. Aegon licks into her mouth to swallow them down, keeping them from escaping the precious space of her bed. Her body bows and arcs into his touch. They’ve gone through the room from one corner to the other. The cameras are gone. It’s just them and the storm.

Aegon was too distracted to put a towel down, too in a hurry to comfort his crying girl and when she comes with a frantic jerk of her hips and a rush of wet like a broken levee, he makes sure the blankets are gathered beneath her cute ass so they can keep going.

Rain starts to ping against the windows, the howl of the wind audible through the cracks of the old frames and Abby lays against her pillows, dreamy eyed and swollen mouth watching him while she pants in the fall of her first orgasm he’s given her in weeks.

He’s a good boyfriend. His hand splays across the soft swell of her stomach to push his shirt up and over her pert tits, stroking against the pebbled peaks and hums in contemplation. “Be quiet,” he orders her and she nods frantically, reaching for his hand to noisily suck on the fingers he had inside of her. He raises his eyebrows at her and she hums. It’s good to see her cheeky and each suck shoots straight down his spine to his cock.

The head of it drags against her, bumps up against her clit and he’d tease her endlessly until she came twice, three times. He’s too impatient though. It’s been too long and with the way she swallows his fingers down, splays her legs wide and hooks them over his hips, it’s been too long for her too.

Abby gets stuck in her head with her pretty brows furrowed, and her nose scrunched up in thought. She needs him to take care of her, she needs him, needs him needs him, him only him.

He draws his fingers from her warm mouth with a wet pop and he kisses the whine from her mouth, rolls them over so he’s on his back and his girl is straddled across his lap.

Only him, only him and her and them in this bed. No one to ever hurt her again, no one to scare her. He reaches down to rub his cock against her and they both moan and shudder. Abby’s hips wiggle trying to catch him in and she pouts, opens her mouth to whine and complain and he shoves his fingers past her pretty lips once more.

“No wonder you were crying,” he teases her and he slides against her. Once. Twice. Third time's the charm, catches where he needs and he presses in with a groan and a roll of his hips. She works her way down and her free hand presses on his chest to keep her balance. “Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you, taking me like this.”

She’s so beautiful with her hair tangled around her flushed face, eyes large and wet that he thinks he can drown in them if he stares at her long enough. Aegon can’t decide what to take in more: the sweet expressions on her face while she sinks down, or the way she splits around him, the way he disappears into her. He drops his hand from her hip to work her clit, slow swipes his thumb along the aching bud. Abby wriggles and whimpers and then… then….

The groans they make in unison have his toes curling in delight when she fully takes him and he arches into her and thinks, ‘we could just run away’.

Aegon doesn’t know where they’d run to, and doesn’t particularly care. All that matters to him is this. He surges up and takes her face in his hands, needs to breathe in her cries and her sounds and every good thing he’s doing to her, that she’s feeling because they’re together and she’s with him. Aegon licks into her mouth like he owns her, like she belongs to him and part of him would say it was true, uncaring of the eye roll that it’d get.

Abby doesn’t push him away. No, she claws her hands against his shoulders, his biceps, dives in to pull at his hair in all the feral little ways he adores, and he thinks, ‘If she is mine, then I am hers’. He relishes at the marks she scores in her desperation, and the painful way she tugs at his hair so he’ll feel it for hours afterwards.

Her hands find his shoulders and she breaks their kiss, her pouty mouth swollen, and red as jolly ranchers. “More,” she says with a crack in her delicate voice and pushes him down. Abby’s pupils are blown so wide the river blue of them is a thin rim, and as lightening flashes through her windows, she looks possessed. Feral, even.

“Take it all,” he promises her with a guilelessness he hasn’t held since he was a boy. She is everything sacred left in this world to him. She is his goddess, his beginning and his end. Abby finds her rhythm in the dance of her hips and he relishes in how his rabbit uses him for her pleasure, uses him for her escape into the world they’ve made together. She draws the t-shirt over her glistening skin and Aegon sighs, happily, to watch her perky tits bounce and the way her flush blooms across her skin.

He reaches up to gather the bead of sweat coursing down her sternum and groans when she slaps his hand away.

“I didn’t s-say you couldn’t touch,” she tries to command him and he drags his nails over her belly, watches her quiver and whimper as he skims lower where she’s so sensitive.

“I wanna touch.” He preens at her and thrusts up, drunk with how tight she is around him. This is as close as he can get to crawling inside of her into the place between her ribs where he wants to live forever.

The second smack to his hand is loud in the room and he growls at her, the lilac of his eyes a burning blaze. Her head rolls to her shoulder, her hand coming up to tweak and twist the pebbled nipple and his mouth waters. “Give me.”

“S-say please.” She tugs at her breasts again and he feels her clench around him and sees stars for a moment. His breath catches and he licks his lips, mouth too wet and he hasn’t even gone down on her.

Too impatient for his own good.

He reaches up and wraps his thick fingers around her wrist, digits still damp from her hungry mouth, and tugs her down so he can ensnare her. She struggles, a wriggling rabbit and he bands his other arm around her back so she’s pressed to his chest, her knotted hair curtaining around them.

Aegon bites at her candy mouth and breathes into her all the love he holds for her, as broken and as messy as it is. She’s unable to move and his hips snap into her with a relentless focus. Her bratty behavior is adorable and it ignites the need he has for her to levels that he can’t do in a house where her brother can and will shoot him on sight for this.

What better way to die than to be covered in her, and she with him?

She cries into his mouth when she reaches that pretty point where her body shakes and trembles and writhes, where her muscles clamp him down like she’s gonna pull him inside to stay. He falls with her a moment after and it’s better than any hit he’s taken, any bottom of the bottle of Jack he’s had. There’s nothing better than Abby for the high he wants. There’s nothing better than the tingly sparkle feel where everything, in that moment, feels like goddamn fireworks and cotton candy and her shaky voice whispering, “I love you I love you,” into his mouth.

Nothing better than breathing back his own, “I love you I love you.”

He drags her up his body so she’s straddling his face and admires the mess he’s made of her cunt. A gentle tap with the back of his hand, and slides his fingers in the mess, lets it drip down, licks at her like the feral, hungry animal that lives inside of him. She’s on the pill and for a mad moment while he works his tongue inside her where she’s sore and sated, he wishes she wasnt.

If he got her pregnant, then, she couldn’t leave. She’d have to stay and they’d live their little life with their baby and they’d be happy and-

She’s coming again like a little earthquake, a burst of damp and her thighs are trembling so hard he takes pity on her and draws her down. Arms come back around her and Abby rubs her cheek against his shoulder, that place beneath his chin that was made just for her, the place made just so he could hold her close to him and their hearts could beat in time.

His Abby is made for great things. Things greater than this shitty town with the ghosts and the gators and the weights around their ankles. She’s far too good for him, far better than the rotted likes of him, but when she tilts her face back to kiss his jaw with another whispered, “I love you,” he thinks that maybe he’s being too hard on himself.

If Abby Strong could find something in him to love, then maybe he’s not such a lost cause.

“If you wanna go with them” he murmured against the crown of her hair, the scent of her shampoo faded to almost nothing by now. “I could… I could come with you.”

His chest is tight, his eyes shining with unshed tears. She’s not saying anything, just puffs of warm breath against his skin and he wonders for a moment if she’s fallen asleep. Then, little fingers trace the spot above his heart.

“Do you want to?” she whispers and it’s her scared whisper, the one where she hides with him under the covers and tells him about the bad dreams and the worries and the way she misses her mom.

“I just wanna be with you.” He steels himself and turns his head so he can look at her. Eyes shining with an expression he can’t quite figure out and the thunder rumbles overhead, rain lashing against the window.

A storm to wash everything bad away and make it new.

“I wanna be with you too.” She smiles then, and presses her flushed face into his neck. He tightens his arms around her.

“I’d follow you wherever you wanna go,” he tells her with his lips pressed into her hair. “I’m a balloon tied around your wrist. Red strings and all that. I’ll be good. I’ll be better. I’ll be whoever you want me to be.”

Just don’t leave me.

“Just be you,” she whispers. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just you. My Aegon.”

He nods and squeezes her tighter. “Your Aegon. Always.”

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