#fbmargot

you smell like trash, may i take you out? c; jk. jk.

wufan didn’t expect to need help upon entering fabeln. he never had any lasting problems with education while in china that would leave him worrying, but after just a month he found himself searching for a tutor to help him with practical maths. it leads him to a girl he had noticed in class before, but hadn’t ever had a reason to approach -- margot. daughter of maleficent, he had been informed, and if he said the idea didn’t strike a little bit of fear into him, he’d have been lying. during his free time both before arriving at and being at the academy, he had become caught up on almost all of the ‘fables’ the students’ parents were mentioned in, and maleficent didn’t seem to be the kindest. 

despite his original reservations, margot turned out to not be... too bad. she could be harsh with some remarks, but she was, generally, nowhere close to his expectations.

Kiss meme status: CLOSED

17: Goofy Kiss

Junior never cheats on his homework…unless it’s an emergency. 

They’re crammed inside a janitorial closet, bumping shoulders and elbows if they so much as breathed. He fumbles with clipping a government and politics report into a fresh portfolio in exchange for a filled-in math worksheet. If they get this black market shit done quickly, then there’s no way they’d get caught. “The report has everything,” he whispers. “Even all these supplementary papers to get you extra credit. Did you double check the math packet? I really need an A. My dad will kill me if I get a C again, oh gosh…”

The future king of France needs the perfect 4.0 GPA. 

As they switch papers, his elbow collides with a broomstick. Cleaning supplies fall. Crashes. Booms. Something shatters.

His math professor kicks the door down. In his panic, Samuel decides that anything is better than being caught cheating. With wide eyes, he slams his lips against Margot’s with a smack and knocks the two of them over. He’s atop a girl...he hardly knows...and his attempt at kissing is like a puffer fish’s pout.

His professor pinches the bridge of his nose, takes two steps backwards, and says: “I don’t get paid enough for this. Just use protection, alright?”

SEVEN DEADLY ASKS  | Status: Open

6 things that make your character angry.

1. His father: None of the Lebeau children would have to worry about a curse if their father hadn’t been so stupid, so temperamental, and so arrogant. His father is the reason he’s suffered all his life, and possibly for a future eternity. No amount of dad jokes or attempts at bonding can change the fact that the cursed children are their father’s punishment. Their lives serve as a public demonstration, and nothing could be more humiliating to Samuel. Even as a child, he’d slashed his father’s face off every portrait in the castle.

2. Aristide: Nobody irritates Samuel more than the spawn of Gaston. From the moment they’d been plopped into elementary school together, Aris devoted his life to making Samuel miserable. Just looking at the punk’s smug, egotistical face gets Samuel’s blood boiling. Who does he think he is? Acting like he was king of the hallways? Picking fights? Directing bullies like a ringleader? One day, Samuel will get his revenge on the form of Aris bowing before the French throne…kissing the boot of a boy he used to stuff in lockers.

3. Being ignored: Nobody would think his perfect mother to have a bad habit, but she does. Belle gets too absorbed into whatever she’s doing, whether it’s taxes or books. You could set off fireworks in the house and she wouldn’t even blink. Then there’s his father, neck deep in paperwork and busy on the phone. All too often, Samuel will approach them and spill his worried heart before them. They wouldn’t notice him, leaving him to believe he were invisible. But when it came to the servants, he could sneeze and have dozens rushing at him with tissues. It’s lead him to believe that people only like him because they’re obligated to.

4. Being compared to an animal: Samuel won’t deny that his appearance and behavior are a little abnormal. But he hates, hates, hates being called a mutt or mongrel. To him, the mind is what makes a man.

5. Being interrupted when he specifies he wants to be alone: It’s his version of his father’s infamous: “I’ll be in the West Wing”. Junior isolates himself when extremely angry and upset. He’ll lash out, tooth and nail, at almost anyone who dares to approach him. Being alone is the safest emotional place for him, and it takes a special person to coax him out of his comfort zone.“

{ i want the k : kiss along the hips }

“that was a particularly bad fall.” it was a useless observation, camille knew, but she couldn’t help but say it as she crouched down to check on margot. everyone else seemed to pass by ; camille, herself, was about to be late to class, but she supposed it was worth it to break the rules if it was to help someone in need.

“i have -- uhm...” she dug around her bag immediately, fingers curling around the hot pack she kept around for emergency situations. “this?”

to be frank, margot scared her. a little bit. but camille always found a reason to overcome that, and this was even more a reason to ignore her own reservations and press a small kiss to the point of impact, before pressing the hot pack on margot’s hip. “there! now it’ll heal faster!” it was childish, and innocent, and naive, but camille truly believed in it, impossible as it was.

Kiss status: accepting!! 

20: Any of the Above: Forehead kiss

The nurses office smelled like disinfectant and he never really liked it– even if he’s been in here more than a few times himself. He could never get over it, but he a duty right now. 

A bouquet of flowers clutched in one hand and a flower crown he spent hours meticulously making in the other, Marci peeked in the door. The nurse wasn’t at the desk and the coast was clear (if she was she’d probably chase him out because the few times he did show up here he was always a nightmare. He never took pain very well.) 

He spotted her in a second, she was the only one in here after all and not that he was sure he wasn’t going to get yelled at for trying to be a good friend, Marci burst in just as loud and bright as he usually was. “Margot!” Came his sing-songy nature as he let himself cross the room and plop himself on the edge of her bed. “Don’t try to might me okay– I come bearing gifts. Flowers– for you!” 

Reaching to set the bouquet on the little table beside the bed, he rambled on. “I heard you got hurt during soccer practice– what’d you do? Did you sprain your ankle? I did that once…” 

The next thing he did was reach forward to nestle the flower crown carefully on her head and it was a moment of impulse, leaning forward just a little bit more to ghost his lips over her forehead in a sweet, comforting kiss that had a little smile curling at his lips when he sat up. 

i want the k // accepting

10 : Neck Kiss

here’s a tidbit about roommates. 

they’re always there. there is no private space to do private things. one has needs and well, when you just frankly have little preference and a gorgeous girl who you’ve seen undressed frequently, caution and hesitance can be thrown out the window quite easily.

sometimes it’s late at night, exhaustion makes the mind loopy. sometimes, it’s a high from the trouble they’ve caused, adrenaline running through their bodies. sometimes, it’s just the influence of alcohol and questionable choices. 

whichever, it possibly leads to this:

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy meme : closed !♕ : holding hands 

Margot and Ru had developed a friendship that mostly consisted of a lot of banter between the two and the mutual villain alignment they had been born into. They would often call each other names and say mean things but deep down they cared for one another they would just never admit to that.

so you can imagine the two of them bickering back and forth at each other after getting locked in a fairly large janitors closest in the dark. however as things progressed the two of them had gotten so scared they had subconsciously and probably without realising held hands.

the thing that got them really scared was when a man’s face was illuminated by touch light. the two both screamed out and gripped each others hand tighter as they moved together in a somewhat hug. once the lights in the room had come on they both quickly realised it was the janitor himself and quickly let go of one another hands before making their way out of the room they had gotten locked in. 

he turned to her and arched an eyebrow. “never speak of this again?”