#ft. hugo

[blakeharrow]

"Well now I am, I think it'd be quite the sight to see. If you ever do consider it be sure to let me know so you can do a little fashion show for me in the outfit." she laughed. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't done anything to get caught for, I am a good law abiding citizen and I don't appreciate the accusation."

destination unknown, at the rumble of the engine he got himself comfortable to be able to fully enjoy the ride, to have a short time where he wasn't worried about ayla... though his mind kept slinging back to her. lightest flick of the corner of his lips, upwards. ❝ are you envisioning me in one of those jumpsuits ? maybe if my endeavours fail, i might take up the opportunity of ghost-busting. ❞ he raised an eyebrow up at her, peeling his eyes off the road. ❝ in other words, they just haven't caught you. ❞ he chuckled out, turning back to the road. ❝ you are an elusive one. ❞

[pinkwindowwithin]

Bats for dinner, bats for tea

[nortism]

Les Misérables as Unhinged AO3 tags

Part Two

[pansy-picnics]

Aggie dump pt 2 vat7k edition. NEED to spread my “nuru and yong started out hating each other” agenda (Well it was more like yong was chill with her at first but nuru was just a bitch /affectionate)

[coffeeliqueurs]

If Clara Salo has zero fans I'm dead!!! Absolutely adored her from the very first interaction

+ Bonus shitpost because I don't want to upload it by itself

[solaceinthesand]

i'm in the midst of making a vat7k stardew valley au so yay!!! headcanons + doodles of them

(i am posting this at school)

also random hugo drawing because i love him and he is me

[lilac-rose-writes]

huxley oc brainrot has reached an all time high </3 i fear i may not survive the fallout

(ft. my hugo, sylvia & tami, @c4rl4-k1nn13's ivy, @ketchupandpickles' aaron, and @charismabee's william <3)

[protectionsquad24601]

The scene where Théodule is trailing Marius feels like a sitcom moment, "oooh I wanna see his girlfriend" and the fact that he's TIPTOEING WITH BOOTS ON. dork.

and then the mood shifted so suddenly to Marius sobbing over his dad's grave that I got whiplash & wasn't okay for a whole day.

[itscooltoskate]

credits

[silkchvffon]

HE SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT getting caught — and he is, sort of. that's why this time he's opted for tonia's open kitchen window and not the front door. hugo's even counted the minutes since her husband left ( 5, exactly ) and now he's crawling across tonia's clean countertops with a bouquet of roses in his hand, knocking over the fruit bowl in his attempt to be stealthy. even if any of their neighbors happened to have seen him it'd look more like he's breaking in than anything else. hugo gets off the counter and barely has time to straighten himself out before tonia's appeared in the kitchen — so much for his big surprise visit. « hi — uh, sorry, about the apples. » he probably should've warned her he was coming over.

@desirvd.

[pinkwindowwithin]

Ruddiger and Olivia realize their owners are homosexuals…

[babeys1x1]

[pansy-picnics]

when ilmaris an adult they end up traveling around a bit like cass did, but when varian and hugo eventually retire theyll be the one to take over the library while emery will leave to continue studying medicine :3

[at-sabohteurs]

( sc. ) new york is exactly as she remembers it, and nothing like she's used to. los angeles had been her home for so long, the city of her reinvention, when she truly came alive. but it's easier to get lost here, in the crowds of people, the buildings growing taller with every new addition, so loud it drowned out the rest of the world. it's easy here. it's comfortable. sometimes, she misses la. she misses the glitz and the glam. but she's content, for now, to simply be. with her husband, and her lover, and her lover's husband - it's not conventional. but it doesn't have to be. she's learning, albeit slowly. " what about the stage ? " she suggests silkily, looking up from the morning papers strewn across their bed as she lounges in the sun. her nose wrinkles, dark eyes rising to meet that of @000warning with a coy smirk. " it's no silver screen, of course - but beggars can't be choosers after all. " she's not the actress between the two of them. celia has the accolades to prove that in spades. evelyn can hold her own, she has talent, sure. but she's made for film reels, not broadway. god, she must be desperate.

[silkstatus]

❛   do   i   ?   ❜   she   asks   ,   curious   brow   raising   as   she   tries   to   think   of   anything   she'd   ever   heard   about   colors   and   auras   .   ❛   i   had   someone   tell   me   my   aura   was   black   once   .   i   don't   think   that's   a   good   thing   but   they   literally   said   ‘   your   aura   is   dark   ’   and   walked   away   all   mysterious   like   .   god   ,   talk   about   being   confused   .   i   forgot   about   it   until   right   now   actually   which   means   i'll   be   up   all   night   googling   the   meaning   .   ❜   lexi   eyeballs   the   two   drinks   ,   skeptical   but   taking   the   offered   one   anyway   .   ❛   what   kind   of   drink   is   this   ?   ❜ 

a   hum   in   his   throat   that   feels   way   too   victorious   for   something   so   trivial   .   yet   again   ,   nothing   really   ever   is   with   him   .   small   wins   are   actually   big   wins   -   perspective   perspective   .   “   see   ,   knew   it   .   you   give   off   purple   ,   you   really   do   .   don't   know   if   it   fits   into   the   whole   aura   talk   some   people   like   to   pull   up   ,   but   you   do   have   a   purple-ish   feel   about   you   ”   as   if   reminded   of   his   origin   antics   ,   hugo   twitches   in   place   -   arms   unlocking   from   behind   his   back   .   .   .   publishing   the   sight   of   two   drinks   .   one   ,   of   course   ,   yellow   and   the   other   ,   just   as   self-explanatory   ,   purple   .   with   a   grace   that   is   rarely   bestowed   upon   him   ,   he   offers   the   latter   to   lexi   . 

[c1phra]

Hugo relationship headcanons... please..... feed the starving........

... ❝ RELATIONSHIP HCS! ❞ ft. hugo x reader

𝒾. ⠀FEATURING : an assortment of headcanons about your relationship with hugo!

꒰ contents ꒱ mild spoilers for hugo's backstory i guess? gn!reader. fluff. headcanons. wc : 1052

꒰ notes ꒱ HIII ANON!! thank you for the request hehe i hope this is to your liking, i'm still getting a grasp on his character :")) + @rainswept hugo tag <3

a relationship with hugo is not easy. not at first, at least.

despite his collected exterior, the scars of his past still sting when pressed, and it's a pain not easy to ignore, no matter how much he tries to convince himself he has healed. it takes a while to allow himself to open up enough to begin the relationship in the first place, let alone let his guards fall, one by one...

but he'll manage. he's nothing if not resilient; give him time, patience, and the chance to ask you out himself, and he will be the most attentive lover you've ever had.

it starts with the classic: flowers, a huge bouquet that takes two hands to hold, and a box of chocolates. he's calm when he's handing them to you, his voice even as he spits out the confession speech that took hours in the mirror to prepare, but his mind is going haywire, worrying about whether it's too much, too soon. maybe he should have stuck with just the chocolates after all, or even just a smaller bunch of roses, or something else entirely—

he's thankful you don't let him languish in his thoughts for too long, cutting off his overthinking with a simple “yes.” it takes all he can to restrain himself from breaking out into relieved laughter at your response.

it's all history from there. when you're with hugo, nothing is ever boring; he'd consider it a personal affront for his beloved to be disinterested when they're out with him. no matter what you're doing, be it an extravagant day out, or quiet night in, there's always something to look forward to.

the more elaborate dates are what he leans towards in the beginning, as a means to impress you—dinners at the most high-end restaurants, and tours of art galleries—but it's the simple ones where he truly shines. when all of the grandeur and showiness is melted away, when it's just the two of you curled up under a weighted blanket with some trashy rom-com playing in the background, that's when he truly feels at home.

at the start of the relationship he's careful with his affection. even the most innocuous gestures are subtle tests, experimenting to see what you are and aren't comfortable with. pet names are one of the first things he tries out, a genuine “darling,” or “sweetheart,” slipped into the teasing, overly sappy “honey-pie,” and “snookums.”

when it comes to physical affection though, he tends to be... flighty.

a part of it is the natural touch-starvation that comes with being deprived of gentle touch for so long, but another is the fact that he simply doesn't know how to respond to it. it's not that he's opposed to the feeling, he simply prefers to be the one to touch you, to ensure he keeps some level of control over the situation.

it makes it easier. safer. if he knows if and when it happens, he doesn't have to worry about the instinctual recoil that happens whenever you suddenly grab his arm, or the overwhelming swell of emotion in his chest when you kiss his cheek. after a while, the instinct starts to dull, but it never quite ceases fully.

in any case, he doesn't stop you from touching him, (he doesn't know if he could bring himself to, even if he wanted to) but he favours the touches that he's warned about beforehand. ask for a kiss, and he'll never refuse; motion for a hug, and his arms will be open and waiting.

he tends to mirror what you like; every touch—even the ones that seem casual—is another test of what you're receptive to. once he's satisfied with his understanding of your boundaries, your wants and needs, he's more than happy to indulge you—no matter how much or how little you like.

one thing he does like is when you're walking together, he enjoys having you hold his arm, instead of his hand. it feels so much more intimate somehow, having your hands linked through his arm. he can't help but glance over at you every few seconds, a wide grin breaking over his face as he realizes how lucky he is.

hugo is extremely perceptive to how you feel, almost scarily so. there's no use trying to hide anything from him. surprises, secrets, suppressed feelings, he notices it all. if there's an issue in your relationship, he doesn't let it linger; he sits you down and confronts it together.

and if you're having problems of your own, he's also there to help. he might be slightly overzealous with helping you fix whatever you have going on, but he's more than willing to just listen if that's what you need. either way, he can't stand the idea of you keeping something to yourself when it's clearly troubling you.

somehow, despite his directness when it comes to resolving conflict, the first “i love you,” takes a while. it's a difficult sentence for him to muster up, even if it's been months since you got together. in a way, it's the weight of it that holds him back. speaking it aloud

so he saves it for a moment that seems casual, perhaps to steel his nerves slightly, or to simply soften the blow. it happens when you're half asleep, mid-way through your nightly routine. he's on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water when he pauses by you in the bathroom, kisses your temple and whispers an “i love you,” into your hair.

in fact, you're so tired that you don't even notice it at first, simply humming in response as he ducks out of the room. it's a few seconds later when the words finally process, and you almost drop the toothbrush in your hand.

what follows is you dashing to the kitchen to confront him, a flurry of questions on your lips. he's frustratingly impassive with his responses, an air of forced calmness about him, as if he hadn't just shocked your entire system. the bewilderment on your face is amusing to a degree, but there's an anxiousness that accompanies it; one that doesn't ease until he hears those sweet, four words that he's been craving ever since the day he asked you to be his.

“i love you too.”

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