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lu-undy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 87 - SBT

Here it is!

Keys jingled and finally entered the lock. Perle and Soot jumped to their feet and trotted to the front door as the tall man entered.

"Lu', I'm home, love."

Both cats meowed repeatedly and brushed themselves on Mundy's legs.

"Hey, babies…" He crouched down to pet them and they purred.

"And what time do you call this?" The voice with the French accent answered from the living room.

Mundy kicked his boots away and threw his sleeveless jacket on the coat hanger before joining his lover on the sofa.

"I know, it's taken ages, I'm sorry… Oh-?" As soon as Mundy sat next to his lover, Lucien cupped his face and inspected it. "What's wrong? Lookin' for lipstick marks? I'm not the sheila magnet, you are!"

Lucien smiled and chuckled as he shook his head.

"Non, I was just trying to see how it went. And I can tell that it went well in the end, even though you had very strong doubts somewhere about the middle of the discussion."

"What the hell…? How on Earth do you see that on my face?!" Mundy asked.

"Mon loup, you forget I was a secret intelligence expert…!"

[My wolf]

"Yeah, well, that's spooky magic alright!"

Lucien chuckled.

"Nah, seriously, how did you know?"

"Your eyes are still red from the tears but your comment about the lipstick mark shows that you are in a good mood. You cried, but it went well in the end." Lucien explained.

"Ah, yeah, makes sense…"

"I made some dinner, would you like to tell me more as we eat?"

"Sure, I'll lay the table." Mundy stood up, followed by Lucien. "What did you make?"

"Lasagna."

"Oh?"

"I thought that whatever the outcome, you might enjoy your favourite." Lucien added with a wink.

"Thanks, love, really… C'mere…" Mundy pulled him from his waist and kissed him.

"My pleasure."

A few minutes later, they were at the table and enjoying their dinner.

"And yeah… My Dad ended up… accepting? I don't know, but I used the thing you told me and it got to him."

"What was it?" Lucien asked as he sliced more of the lasagna in his plate.

"That I might not understand him, but I respected it. I told him that and I think it got to him. He said he himself couldn't wrap his head around what he had done but he was scared to the bone for Mum and him."

"See? I told you. Fear and situations of extreme stress will change a man." Lucien nodded to himself. He put his fork down for a second to do his bun again as his hair was falling in front of his eyes.

"Yeah, you're right. And yeah, he said the same to me. He didn't understand how I could torture a man and kill him… Said he himself wouldn't have the guts to do half of what I did…"

"I can believe that indeed." Lucien said.

"What?"

"I don't mean it about your father in particular." Lucien poured some red wine for his lover and him. "Not any man can kill and even fewer men can torture their fellow humans."

Mundy took a sip of the wine and put the glass back on the table.

"Guess so."

"Oh for sure. I have seen men drafted during a war that no one knew when it would end, men who had nothing in their heads yet, and I saw more than half of them at least hesitate before a kill; that, or faint, get into some sort of seizure, fits of nerves collapsing… And that was just to shoot a man far away, I am not talking about torture."

"But you… You felt like a fish in a pond." Mundy said.

"Unfortunately so, oui."

"How d'you… I mean, how does it work in your head?"

"Don't get me wrong," Lucien wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly. "The uneasiness and disgust never go away. I learnt to mute them during the act and let them out after the mission is accomplished."

"Oh… Right…"

"But enough about 'spooky business' as you call it, let us come back to your parents. Did you tell them that you work for Maurice now?"

"Yeah, I did. Dad said he uh… He actually said he was proud of me…" Mundy raised glistening eyes to Lucien whose eyebrows jumped with excitement. He took Mundy's hand across the table, between both of his, and Mundy clenched his grip on his lover.

"This is excellent news! Hahaha! You see? I told you it would go well! I told you! Whatever happens, your parents are your parents and they love you!"

"Yeah…" Mundy wiped a tear of joy and chuckled. "And uh… I told them a bit about you too."

"Oh? What did you say?" Lucien asked.

"Told them you helped get Duchemin and now we work together for Maurice."

"Ah, very well." Lucien let go of his lover's hand and his eyes returned to his plate.

"I also said we uh… We live together."

Lucien's eyebrows jumped.

"Oh… You might have wanted to tell them about that later, non?"

"N-no, I didn't say it like that. Mum asked me where I live, told her I was rentin' a place with you as a… well… a housemate…?"

"Ah, I see." Lucien nodded. "They don't know for…?"

"Nah, they don't. They assume I only fancy sheilas."

"Fair enough."

"They want to see you, y'know, get to know the bloke I live with."

"Mh-hm." Lucien nodded. "Anything else you told them about me or would rather me not tell them?"

"Told them you're French, but I didn't tell them you were a spy. I don't wanna scare them or anythin'."

"Wise decision."

"Oh and I told them that the reason why you were after Duchemin was because of your fiancée and son. I think that's all I said."

"Fair enough."

Mundy wiped his mouth and finished his glass of wine.

"Are you uh… I mean d'you… Would you be ok to meet with my parents?"

"Of course, I would love to." Lucien's face beamed up with a sweet smile. "And don't worry, we are housemates, nothing more."

"Y-yeah, sorry about that… So yeah, no holding hands or anythin' like that…"

"I know and I understand." Lucien nodded. "Let us clean this mess and go to bed if you want, you must be tired."

"Yeah actually."

They cleaned the table and Mundy filled the water bowl for the cats. Later on, as the sky was now dark, both Lucien and Mundy were in their bed. The Aussie laid his head on Lucien's shoulder.

"I imagine you feel empty now, hm?"

"Yeah… it was hard. Dad nearly called the police on me to get out."

"Did he?"

"Yeah, when I told him we killed Duchemin. Said he didn't want a murderer to set foot in his house."

"So much for that, he is about to let a former spy in…!"

Mundy and Lucien chuckled.

"Guess so, yeah. Also, uh… They loved the pastries."

"Glad they did." Lucien answered as his arm laced back and his hand dangled above Mundy's head. He scratched his lover's scalp softly through his hair.

"Told them it was your idea."

"Oh? You could have told them it was yours."

"I could have, but I'm sure they wouldn't have believed me. I'm not that kind of guy." Mundy left a kiss on Lucien's chest and started stroking it slowly.

"When do you want us to meet?" Lucien asked.

"I told Mum we'd be free in a few days, over the weekend or something. Is that alright with you?"

"Parfait." Lucien turned to kiss his lover on his forehead.

[Perfect.]

Mundy raised his head and they exchanged a good night kiss, while they locked their arms and legs together.

"Mundy?" Lucien whispered.

"Mh?"

"I am proud of you, and proud to be the man you choose to spend your days and nights with."

Mundy hummed low and smiled against Lucien's chest. He peppered a few more kisses there with his eyes closed.

"You are a very brave man, a good human being. Please, never change."

"I won't, love, don't worry."

The hug tightened on both parts and they fell asleep with a smile of their lips.

-- A few days later --

"I'm home, love."

"Mundy! Finally!" Lucien answered from the bathroom or bedroom, Mundy wasn't sure.

"What? What's wrong?" He answered while removing his boots and jacket.

"Come and see, I need your opinion, please!"

Mundy frowned and looked for his lover in the house. He didn't have to really put any effort as Perle and Soot showed him the way. The Aussie found his lover in their room with at least half his suits on the bed.

"What's happenin'? You're opening a backyard sale of your suits?"

"Non! I cannot bring myself to choose which one is best suited for the occasion!" Lucien answered, wearing a pair of black boxer shorts with matching socks and garters, as well as a white tanktop. "Black or white are too formal, Burgundy red might be a bit too colourful, grey is too dull, beige might not be formal enough… Arh…" He sighed and leaned on the cupboard that contained his clothes.

"Aw, poor princess…" Mundy came to his lover and put his hands on his waist, he kissed his lips and went for his cheeks and his neck. "Don't know what dress to choose?"

"Mundy, please, help me…" Lucien looked up with his feline eyes and Mundy's smile widened.

"You don't need to put on a suit, love. Just come as you are."

"With a pair of boxer shorts and a white tanktop? Non, Mundy."

"Nah, of course not like that, I meant normally."

"Normally I wear a suit, mon loup. But that doesn't help…" He sighed. "Which one do you think they would prefer?"

"Either beige or that navy blue one. Both make your eyes stand out, they're gorgeous…" Mundy nuzzled in his lover's neck.

"Mh… Are they…?" Lucien teased.

"Lu'... Don't be like that…" Mundy dug his fingers in Lucien's sides.

"Ooh, or else…?"

"Or else we'll be late for dinner with my parents cause I'll take care of you first…"

"Fine, I won't tease you further… for now." Lucien answered and met with Mundy's lips. He felt the Aussie's hands slither down his back and grab two handfuls of what the Aussie preferred. "Oooh…!"

"That's just to remind you how good it feels, eh."

"Liar, it was for you to remember how good it feels, non?" Lucien cocked a playful eyebrow.

"Might be… But yeah, go for beige maybe."

"Beige it will be then. And what about my hair? I was thinking of either a low ponytail or a braid, something neat and tidy."

"Both are nice but the braid is extra nice. Ends up being salt and pepper all along, it's beautiful."

Lucien raised an eyebrow. He didn't know Mundy paid attention to his looks as much.

"Well then it is settled." The Frenchman put his suits back in the cupboard except for the beige one.

"I can braid it for you if you want."

Lucien's eyebrows jumped.

"You know how?"

"Yeah, it's not hard."

"Let me put on my clothes first and then, yes please, I would love it." Lucien answered with a smile. "And what about you? Will you go like this?"

Mundy looked down at his polo shirt and brown trousers.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Your top is beige, it would be strange for us to wear matching colours, mon loup." Lucien buttoned his white shirt up before putting on the trousers and the vest.

"Ah, yeah… I'll get a quick shower and a change. See you in a bit luv'."

"See you."

Lucien finished dressing up and varnished his shoes again before Mundy exited the shower. He saw his silhouette cross the corridor and couldn't help but go after him, back in the bedroom. He leaned on the doorframe and watched the tall Aussie put on his clothes. First, his boxer shorts, which now covered a part of Mundy's body that always beckoned Lucien, may it be dressed or naked. Then, came a light blue polo shirt, which slid on the back with the scars - none from Lucien however, the Frenchman noted it and thought he should change that. Finally, Mundy slipped a pair of brown trousers on and slid a belt in. He was staring at his waist to adjust it when he saw two pale hands slithering from behind and lacing around his sides.

"Oh? You're here?"

"I have been, oui."

"How long've you been watchin' me?"

"A few minutes." Lucien leaned his head on Mundy's back, hugging him from behind.

"You creep…" Mundy chuckled as he finished with his belt. He then turned to Lucien and cupped his face. "You've been starin' for longer, eh?"

"I might have." Lucien smirked, his head raised to his lover.

"Pff, c'mere…" Mundy bent down to take Lucien's lips between his own. "Now, follow me."

"Oh?"

Mundy took Lucien by the hand and they went to the living-room.

"Sit down here." Mundy pulled a chair and Lucien obeyed. "Gimme a minute."

A few seconds later, the Aussie was back and stood behind Lucien.

"Right, so we said a braid, right?"

"Oui, please."

"Meow…?"

"Viens, mon bébé." Lucien tapped his lap and Perle jumped on it.

[Come, my baby.]

She lay lazily and purred while he stroked her fur.

"Right… Here we go…" Mundy was mumbling behind his back while Lucien felt his fingers part his hair and start braiding. "On top, below, on top, below, on top, below…"

Lucien smiled and tried to not move his head at all. It lasted for about a minute of Mundy chanting "on top, below" and Lucien felt his lover's fingers brush and move his locks to his will, which he adored. He relaxed and closed his eyes during the entire process until he felt that Mundy let go of his hair.

"There you go, gorgeous."

"May I see?"

"Course."

Lucien stood and headed for the bathroom, where the nearest mirror was.

"Not bad at all…"

"Oi, don't sound too surprised!"

Lucien came back with a wide smile.

"I just did not know you had a talent for hairdressing."

"Not really a talent, eh."

"It is, and a beautiful one." Mundy smiled and blushed. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go." Mundy headed for the door.

"Attends."

[Wait.]

Mundy stopped sharp, the door knob still in his hand, and turned to Lucien. The Frenchman went to the tip of his toes and pushed his lips against Mundy's.

"I am delighted to go and meet your parents."

"Yeah, me too. Though I wish I could tell them the truth."

"Each thing has its time, as we say in French. First, you need to make sure that your relationship with them is good. They can learn about us later." Lucien was brushing Mundy's sideburns and cheeks with his thumbs.

"Yeah, you're right…" The Aussie let go of the door knob to pull his lover's waist against his own. He rested his forehead against Lucien's. "I hope they'll like you."

"Of course they will. I charmed the son, I can charm the parents too."

"You plannin' on seducing my parents now?"

Lucien moved to pull the door open and stepped out of the house.

"Your mother at least." He winked.

"Oi! Get away from her!"

Lucien snickered as they both went to their motorcycle and put on their helmets.

"I shall try my best…! But go ahead, you drive."

"You'd better…! She's my mom, bloody hell! Right, get on, darl'."

Lucien hopped on behind Mundy and hugged him tightly. After that, they flew by in the streets. But again, at some point, Lucien tapped Mundy's shoulder and the Aussie followed his favourite GPS.

"Right, this isn't pastries, eh?"

"Non, this is a flower shop, and over there, across the street, a wine one."

"Ooh, that's great."

"Come along."

Both men entered the florist's.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. How may I help?"

"We would like a bouquet, it is for an important family meeting." Lucien answered and Mundy's insides burnt when he heard him talk about 'family'.

"Any precise idea or requests?" The florist asked.

"It has to have daisies." Lucien answered. "But other than that, you are the expert."

"Very well."

"We will go shortly to the wine shop opposite you, would you mind keeping the bouquet until we come back?" Lucien asked.

"Of course. It will take me a few minutes to make it anyway. See you in a bit!"

"Many thanks. Come, Mundy."

They crossed the road and entered.

"Wow…"

They were surrounded by dark bottles, shelves of them entire rows and columns, nicely organised, of bottles that all looked the same to him.

Lucien went straight to the shopkeeper and started having a chat with him while Mundy was still observing the bottles. A lot of them had French names on them. He tried reading them, deciphering each letter and following them with his index finger, like a young boy would. He frowned. French was a nightmare to read. Too many silent letters, or letters that should be pronounced in an odd and absolutely counter-intuitive way.

"Mundy?"

Mundy's head jerked up.

"Huh? Yeah?"

"Do you have any idea what your mother will cook for tonight?"

"Uh, no idea, no…"

"Very well." Lucien turned to the shop owner again and finished his chat. A minute later, he paid for the bottle and they exited the shop with an elegant glossy paper bag in his hand.

"I'll go and grab the flowers, get ready to go." Mundy said.

"Parfait."

[Perfect.]

A moment later, they were back on the motorcycle, heading for the suburbs, and it only took them a few minutes before they reached their destination.

"Right, here we go!"

"Mundy, wait."

Mundy stopped sharp, his fist in the air, about to knock on the dark brown, wooden door.

"Yeah?"

"How do I look?" Lucien adjusted his own jacket and pushed a thin lock of silver hair behind his ear. Mundy bent down to his ear and whispered.

"You look gorgeous as ever…"

"Merci."

[Thank you.]

Mundy smiled, he moved forward to kiss Lucien but the Frenchman backed off and shook his head.

"They might see." Lucien whispered and Mundy nodded.

"You're right. Let's go."

The Aussie knocked at the door and a few seconds later, Mike opened.

"Hey Dad!"

"Micky!"

They exchanged a hug.

"Dad, this is Lucien, my housemate. Lu', this is my Dad, Mike."

They shook hands and Mundy blushed. It was absurd. He wasn't introducing Lucien as he should but still, the image of Mike and him shaking hands made the Aussie weak. He wished he could capture that image and frame it somewhere, to look at it later, when his mood would change.

And it was absurd how oblivious Mike would be and in fact was. But so was Mundy himself when he had first caught a glimpse of Lucien. Never had he imagined for one second that that man he had seen through his scope, beaten up and tied to a chair in that hangar where the alligators were to be swapped trucks - never could he imagine that man in the ski mask would be his reason for happiness.

"Nice to meet you, son." Mike said.

"The pleasure is all mine." Lucien answered.

"Come in, boys, don't stay at the door. Caroline? The boys are here!"

"Ooh! Micky!" Caroline erupted out of the kitchen and threw herself in her son's arms.

"Hey, Mum…! How's it goin'?"

"Alright-ooh! I suppose this is Lucien, isn't it?" Caroline wiped her hands on a towel and adjusted her glasses to examine the Frenchman better.

"Yeah, it's him, Mum. Lu', this is my Mum, Caroline."

"I am delighted to meet you, Madame." Lucien took Caroline's hand and bowed down to leave a polite kiss on it.

"Wooh! Good manners that is!" She said. "Mike, come and take his jacket…!"

"Would you perhaps have a vase for these flowers?" Lucien handed her the bouquet and Caroline's eyes popped out of her head.

"Of course! Of course!" She excitedly answered. "Ooh, look at these daisies…!"

"Mundy told me they were your favourites."

"Thank you, dear."

Lucien's smile was a sight to behold for Mundy, but even Caroline looked to be under his charm!

"Mike, this is for you, I hope you will enjoy it." Lucien handed Mike the bag he was holding.

"What's that? Oh, that's some wine! Hold on, let me grab my glasses to read this, come in, c'mon boys, Micky, get your friend comfy at the table…"

"Right, thanks, Dad. Mum, d'you need help with anything?"

"No, you sit with your father and your friend, I'll bring some nibbles. Are you ok with beer, Lucien?"

"Of course, Madame."

"You can call me Caroline…!"

The men sat around the table and Mike put on his glasses.

"Right… What do we have here, eh…?" The old man adjusted his glasses and put the bottle of wine a bit further from his face to read it better.

Lucien raised his head and his gaze crossed Mundy's eyes. He winked with a flash of his pearly white teeth and the Aussie melted as his face turned red.

"Here, some fresh beers, and a few nibbles to snack on…" Caroline placed them on the table. "C'mon, Mike, the wine isn't a newspaper, serve it and then read it if you want!"

"Micky, tell your Mum to gimme a minute!"

"Mum…"

"Mike, if you don't serve them the wine, I won't let you have dessert…"

"Right, I think it's time for the wine, boys, eh?" Mike uncorked the bottle and served everyone.

Lucien watched and tilted his head on the side. So that was Mundy's family. He took a second to observe them all one after the other - spooky habits die hard, as Mundy would probably say - and it made Lucien smile.

It was true that Mundy didn't share any visual resemblance with his parents. But they loved him very clearly. From the way Mike was handing his son his glass of wine, to the way Caroline ruffled his hair as she passed him, like a reflex, yes, their love was very clear.

"So, Lucien…?" Mike raised his glass. "Let's all try your wine, shall we?"

Lucien raised his glass along with Mundy and Caroline.

"Let us indeed!"

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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punkenglishnerd · 4 years ago

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golden deep; cadmium red; violet rose; blue; bright blue; yellow green; indigo?

Oooh thank you for sending me so many!!!!!! These are so fun and I really enjoyed answering them :)

golden deep: what’s your favorite season? Summer!

cadmium red: do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other? Appearance-wise I don’t really have a type. Personality-wise, my type is someone who is kind and compassionate, easy to talk to, preferably we have some things in common, typical stuff like that.

violet rose: what does your dream house look like? My dream house isn’t even a house at all! My dream place to live would be a flat in zones 1 or 2 of London. I know it’s hella expensive but a girl can dream! I described my dream home in more detail in this post.

blue: what’s the most recent dream you remember? I always remember my dreams when I wake up, but throughout the course of the day I oftentimes forget them so I actually can’t think of one right now!

bright blue: what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each? I hope to someday be married and have one or two kids :) I really really want children someday!! And hopefully a cute little yorkie too :)

yellow green: picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario? I’m pretty much imagining That Scene™️ from Maurice :))))

indigo: what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received? I will forever and ever remember this compliment. It was when I was working at a boba cafe and it was about ten minutes until closing. This guy walked in and I was at the register so he came up to order. I was super flustered because 1) it seemed like he was flirting with me and 2) he was attractive af. But I doubted he was actually flirting with me because at that time I was very overweight, wearing my frumpy work uniform tshirt, my hair was tied back very messily, and I was sweaty from the long shift. After his drink was made, I gave it to him and he thanked me and said, “By the way, you’re really beautiful.” Then he left. And that’s what made it so meaningful to me. He didn’t say that just to get my number, just to get me in bed, etc. He didn’t say it to get anything in return. So he must have really genuinely meant it. My self-confidence and body-image were so extremely low at that point in my life, so receiving a compliment like that without any ulterior motive meant the world to me. I’m a lot more confident in the way I look now, but I don’t think any compliment on my appearance now could ever mean as much to me as that one compliment did. (Sorry for the long answer lol)

Send me some watercolor asks

#maladyofreverie #katie answers

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kissmyafropuff · 5 years ago

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Shooting Star (3)

Hello Beloveds!

Now, before anyone else calls me out, I’ll admit it myself that I’ve been slacking. It’s been way too fucking long since I posted chapters 1 & 2– my bad. 😬 Just love me, okay? A bitch is out here living a whole ass life.

If you don’t want to be tagged, let me know. If you do want to be tagged, let me know.

Here it is y’all, Chapter 3.

Author’s Note: I am very new to this, so be kind to me.

Warnings: Idk what goes here? Swearing? Use of the n word is inevitable.

Words: ~ 1.8K

Enjoy my loves xo 🖤✨

Chapter 2

The air was thick. Almost opaque with the fear and anger; frustration and impotence rolling off of Erik and all around those nearest him. Why had her eyes zeroed in on his daughter, and why had the trio taken a collective glance at each other? Erik tried to shift Aurora away from the thieves' sightline, but they’d locked in. They had seen her necklace, and it was apparent to all around them that this was what they were really after.

Zora attempted to break their laser-like focus on the child, “Look. The alarm has an auto trip function. Anything or anyone so much as cracks that glass above and it alerts the local police and SWAT. You’ve got 3 more minutes tops before--”

“You shut her up, or I will.” Tatania never took her eyes off of Aurora’s necklace, but calmly and swiftly silenced Zora with a delicate yet deadly looking blade which just seemed to appear in her hand. She twirled it-- gracefully, almost majestically, but no less menacingly.

Puck went to Zora quickly and shook his head at her, revealing some of the short and gruesome cuts all over his neck and upper torso, just below his collar bones, trying to do for her what no one seemed to have done for him: shut her before things got worse. The sight of Titania wielding that knife seemed to have relieved him of his incessant chatter.

Nothing in Erik’s life could prepare him for this moment. No amount of time in the SEALs, nor number of deployments to Afghanistan could have prepared him with the tools to quell the fear which had taken root in his belly. The almost palpable tension in the air had him in a cold sweat; perspiration covering his whole body in a matter of moments, causing his black v-neck t-shirt to cling to his torso, his palms slick with the ever growing reality that he is outnumbered and outgunned while this psycho bitch has her focus zeroed in on his babygirl.

“My, my, my. What a beautiful little flower you are, ma petite” Titania practically purred as she made her way across the bank’s lobby. She pulled up just short of the Stevens family.

“Errrrrriiiiiiiiiiik!”

He didn’t need to see Portia’s face to know she was upset with something. He also didn’t need either degree from MIT to know that if he didn’t hurry his narrow ass up those stairs to help her, it would only get worse. He sped up.

“Yea, bae. What’s up?”

“This is all your fault! I hate you for talking me into this, and I swear I’ll never forgive you.”

The morning sickness had been almost non-stop since her first trimester.

“Can I get you some Saltines? Tea? A ginger ale? Anything? Fuck, lemme get you a cool cloth.”

“No, no, I’m fine. I’m just being bratty,” Portia said, head still in the bowl, ready to offer up yet another sacrifice to the porcelain gods. She knew that being miserable for the last 7 and a half months wasn’t Erik’s intent when he first brought up trying for a kid. He’d grown up longing for a family for so long, and from what little she’d shared about her own, he knew that her’s wans’t close. Building a family, just the two of them, had been his dream for the first two years of their marriage. When they decided to start trying, Portia didn’t expect them to be so...good… at it. Within the first month of trying, it seemed to have taken, because within the first 6 weeks, she was puking every day.

Loudly. Painfully. Incessantly.

“It’s not bratty behavior when there’s actually something upsetting you.”

“Mon chou, I’m not upset. Your child is just tossing and turning in there, and I’m riding that wave of sea sickness. I’ll be fine. Besides, I’ve only got literal days at this point. This little butter bean will be here before we know it,” Portia finished weakly, lifting her head and trying to reassure him with a grimace she hoped looked more like a smile.

“Uh, bae. I love you, but you gone stop calling my daughter a fuckin bean.”

“Well, since someone can’t agree with his wife on a name or even agree to find out the sex, it looks like I’m sticking to veggies and fruits. Maybe I’ll just call him Mommy’s Little Kiwi.”

“Aye--”, Erik responded with a deadly look in his eye, “ No daughter of mine is gone be some dumbass Kiwi. If ANYTHING, she’s a pomegranate. She regal as fuck.”

Portia erupted into laughter. It was just the right kind of laugh to help her get out of wallowing from her morning technicolor yawn. Erik helped her to her feet, and she washed her face and brushed her teeth.

“Okay, well, if we can’t agree on a fruit or vegetable, should we move from edibles to something else? We have to call him something.”

“HER name will come to us as soon as we lay eyes on her. How am I supposed to name my daughter before I ever see her?”

Portia tried a different tactic. “Well, it would help us if we just knew what sex we should be expecting, then we could be compiling a list of names to choose from. That way when he, or she -- she interjected quickly-- makes an appearance, we have a short list. Can we at least agree to a short list? We won’t even have to make a decision, we’ll just have a jumping off point today.”

“Fine,” Erik acquiesced. “Let’s start with the boys, it don’t really matter no way,” he said sucking his teeth.

“Excuse me,” Portia questioned, incredulously.

“I’m just sayin, ma. I know you carrying my little Princess. I just know it!”

Portia looked up into her favorite eyes in the world. Their depths fathomless when he was this full of love, and their color reminded her of the vanilla beans her grandmother used when making fresh ice cream when Portia was a young girl. She couldn’t deny him anything when he looked at her like this. If she had the power to snap her fingers and move heaven and earth to give him a daughter in that moment, she’d do it.

“Okay, well just humor me.” Portia asked they dressed to head out of the house.

They came up with a list of three names for a boy: Oscar, Maurice, and Bryan

For the girls, Erik wanted to stick to more of a theme. While he may have fought at the beginning to not even go down this path, now that he was here, he was determined not to walk away from this conversation without landing on his daughter’s name.

“Okay, how about this: she can have one name from each of us.” It was a little hard to hear Portia’s words, coming through muffled since she was presently stuck trying to slip one of Erik’s hoodies over her puffy hair and swollen midsection.

Smart enough to not comment on his wife’s dilemma, Erik just set out to help her finish pulling it down over her belly, and without a word on her current predicament, went to the closet to grab her slides.

“I like it,” Erik agreed. “But which names? I don’t have any family names I want to pull from. The only woman in my life growing up was my moms, and she was gone so soon, I wouldn’t even want to lay all of that on a little one,” Erik quietly confessed to his wife.

“Let’s see. She could have a name from the Xhosa language for her heritage and family on your side. I don’t know what to do for mine.” Portia was almost ready to go, just looking for her favorite hair wrap to tie up her mane.

Erik was quiet for a moment. Heart still grieving a mother and relationship long gone, while still overflowing with love for this swollen, smart mouthed woman that he knew his mom would’ve adored.

“Anathi,” he said before he realized it. “It means ‘they are with us’. Seems pretty fitting, huh?”

Portia’s eyes caught his in the mirror as she tucked the last end of fabric in her wrap. Both sets were bright with tears.

“I love it,” she whispered, words barely audible. “But what are we going to do about a first name?”

“Well, I like that thing your family has going on. All of y’all are named after women in literature, but they also are the names of constellations, right? How about, Juliet?”

“Nigga! I am not naming my daughter after some little precocious child who thought she was in love and wound up offing herself over some knucklehead boy before they even turned 16. Try again.”

“Astrid,” Erik risked, only to be rewarded with a sharp sniff coming from Portia’s direction as she gathered her keys and wallet.

“Aurora!” He exclaimed.

“Pretty sure I’ve never read that name as a leading lady in any story,” Portia countered, her haughty ass attitude slowly slipping away. These mood swings were getting out of hand.

“Fuck. I just couldn’t deal with you gettin any snippier, so I just thought of the most beautiful sight I could think of that made me think of the stars,” he answered, bashfully, putting on his finishing touches, and grabbing his phone, wallet, and keys.

“It’s perfectly, imperfect. Not quite what we set out for, and somehow precisely what we needed. Aurora Anathi Stevens. I love it, mon chou.”

His dimples took over his whole face. “Really? I just wanted her to have a little of both of us in her name. She gets your family’s bougie ass legacy with names, and one of mine as a reminder of all the ancestors who’ve come before us.”

Portia was practically bouncing in place she was so happy. “I love it. Really, really.” She took a heavy, negro spiritual sigh. “I have to call my family and tell them we’ve landed on a name. We don’t talk much, but they at least need to know.”

“How bout this: you call them while I drive. I think we’ve earned a very nice breakfast of your choosing. Naming my daughter is kind of a big fuckin deal and all; let’s celebrate.”

“Oooh! I know just what I want.”

Erik rolled his eyes and mouthed along, “Strawberry pancakes.” It was the same thing Portia had been craving this whole pregnancy. One short stack order of strawberry pancakes with blueberry syrup.

“Aiight now, but don’t be tryna pick off my plate. I’m getting chocolate chip pancakes, and I ain’t sharin’ shit.”

They climbed into his car just as Portia’s family answered her call.

“Hello, Erik.”

That cadence. The subtle lilt of an accent she’s tried through years of practice to discard. Fuck.

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rreader · 7 years ago

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I had the idea of a reader who was a part of Prince Adam's staff as a gardener and had feelings for him but left before the curse was placed because she found a better job offer in Paris that would give her money to provide for her family in Villeneuve. She's really confused when she finds the castle on a hike, and all of these random objects know her name. Hope it's not too much. Thanks!

cont. : I guess it would explain why Adam is so upset with Maurice taking a rose from his garden… Thank you again!

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader (+ Beast!Adam x Reader)Fandom: Disney ; BatB (2017)Warnings: /

Summary: How does one turn down a job offer from Paris? One doesn’t. And you didn’t either, despite your heart belonging to a certain castle and its’ staff. To a certain Prince, more specifically. But when you return years later and find out what happened during your absence, you’re determined to help your friends out in any way possible.

A/N: oooh, liked your HC a lot! you’re right, I can totally see that being the reason haha! so I hope you like this bb!

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“YourMajesty,” you rushed up to him, when he walked through the gardens,seemingly not as busy as he usually was, so you decided to take yourchances and tell him now. “Might I inquire a moment of your time?”

Heturned around, his hands confidently behind his back and for a secondyou had to gulp and try your hardest not to blush. He was soincredibly attractive and you had a hard time pretending not tonotice it.

Whenhe nodded, you started explaining.

“Ijust wanted to..-”

“Yourmajesty! Your majesty!” Cogsworth ran up to him, or as best as hecould with his old bones, bowed once, then tried to catch his breathbefore continuing, “Our guests have arrived.”

Adamnodded, then turned his head to you.

“Ifyou’ll forgive me.”

Yourshoulders sank with disappointment, knowing that you’d not have thechance to speak to him again.

“Ofcourse, your majesty,” you bowed and waited for him to turn aroundand walk away, before straightening your back.

Thiswould be it. The last time you’d see him.. ever again.

And you didn’t even get to say goodbye.

threedays later

“Cogsworth!”Adam snapped his fingers over and over again, until Cogsworthappeared at his side, quickly bowing, then waiting for a request fromhis prince, “Where is (Y/N)? Why are the roses looking like that?”he pointed towards the roses.

“Yourmajesty.. I’m afraid Miss (Y/N) has left your castle and gave up herposition as your gardener.”

“What?!I didn’t give her permission to leave!” his eyes burned with anger.“I want you to bring her back, right now!”

Cogsworthjumped a little when he raised his voice, but quickly cleared histhroat and fidgeted with his fingers.

“She..has gone to Paris. We don’t know where to exactly and have no way ofcontacting her.”

Adam’sshoulders sank, his eyes wide with anger, that quickly turned intosomething else.. to Cogsworth it almost looked like.. disappointment.An emotion he had never seen the prince experience.

“Tellthe new gardener I want the roses to be in better conditions thanthis, the next time I pass by,” his voice was barely audible andhe quickly turned around and walked away from Cogsworth. He didn’twant to show weakness in front of one of his servants, even if theservant was one of his most trusted ones.

Hehad always liked you.. maybe even more than he should have.Definitely more than he should have.

There was something about you that had enchanted him, in a way. Perhaps it was yourkind smile, or your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes that shone in the morningsun.. or perhaps it went deeper than that.

Notthat he’d ever have acted on these feelings.

Youhad merely been a servant. He’s the prince. He couldn’t just take oneof his servants for his wife. It didn’t work that way.

Buthe had enjoyed having you around and he’d miss that.

Anotherray of sunshine lost in his life.

Maybethe most prominent one, even.

twoyears later

Itwas supposed to be a surprise visit.

Youand your family wanted to see your friends in Villeneuve again andhad decided to turn it into a ‘family trip’.

Andwhile they all enjoyed their time in the village, you had made yourway over to the castle, both excited and nervous about seeing yourfriends again. About seeing him again.

Butwhen you walked up the stairs to the castle, it looked.. abandoned.

Likeno one had lived there for years.

“Odd,”you murmured to yourself, then proceeded on to the castle and openedthe door, “Hello? Is anyone home?” your voice echoed through darkroom, only the fireplace to your right was lit.

Youfound a candelabra to your left, standing on a small table andgrabbed it, walking towards the ballroom.

Orat least, that’s what your intention had been, when suddenly..-

“Oh!Mon Dieu!”

Youlet out a loud scream and dropped the candelabra to the floor,tumbling a few steps back, when your bottom hit another table andthe clock that stood on it fell to the floor.

“Oof.That wasn’t pleasant,” it said, face down, slowly getting back upagain.

Anotherscream left your throat, then you rushed towards the door and werejust about to leave when you could hear the objects speak again.

“(Y/N)!Is that you, ma chère?”

Youdidn’t know what scared you more, that a candle spoke to you, that acandle was even able to speak, or that the candle knew your name.

“I’msure this must seem awfully confusing to you, my dear,” the clockwas standing right in front of you when you turned around again, “Itis I. Cogsworth.”

“C– Cogsworth?”

“Andit is moi! Lumière!” the candelabra jumped towards you as well andstopped right next to the clock. “Oh, chéri! It is so good to seeyou again!”

Youreyes wandered from Cogsworth, to Lumière, back to Cogsworth.

“Come,dear. We’ll explain it all over a cup of tea.”

Andwith that, both objects walked, or jumped in Lumière’s case, offtowards the kitchen.

Andeven though you thought about running away still, you couldn’t helpbut be curious what all of this was about.

Slowly, you closed the door again and followed them into the kitchen.

***

“So,to sum up, all of you have been transformed into objects by a witchwho placed a curse on this castle, because the prince wasn’t kind toher?”

“Well..yes.”

Younow stared at several objects in front of you. Mrs. Potts, Plumette,Lumière, Cogsworth, Chip and a few others. All of them knowing yourname, your previous role here and they remembered things about youthat they could only know if they really were the people they claimed to be.

Youslumped back into the chair.

“Thisis insane! And what happened to the prince?”

Suddenly,the room turned silent.

Noone seemed to want to answer that question for you.

Andwhen you could hear another voice behind you, you knew that he’d showyou himself.

“Heturned into the monster he truly is.”

Youturned around, but only saw a big figure hiding in the shadows.

Carefully,you got out of the chair, but kept your distance.

“He’snever been one to me.. He was always kind to me. Loved how I caredfor his roses,” you fidgeted with yourfingers and tried to see through the darkness, but gave up eventuallyand just said: “Come into the light. I want to see you.”

“No.”

“Please..”

Hedidn’t respond, didn’t move..

Aftera while, he let out a long breath and made a small step into thekitchen, the light now illuminating his face.

Hehad thought you’d run, scream, cry.. but all you did was... stare athim. At his hideousness, probably.

Then,after a couple of seconds, you put one foot after the other until youwere right in front of him and smiled, looking him up and down.

“It’sa bit hairy.. but you still have the same beautiful eyes,” you smiled, but quickly cleared your throat, “I mean.. with all respect, your majesty.”

Therest of the staff let out relieved breaths and some started towhisper among themselves.

Thebeast only looked at you with sad eyes.

“I’ma monster. I’m not your prince anymore.”

“Peoplehave always called you a monster. But back then, you never seemed tocare. Why do you now?”

“Lookat me!” he raised his voice, a growl escaping his throat and pusheda chair against a wall, “I’m not myself anymore. I’m cursed, justlike them.”

Youturned around to look at the others, then back at him.

You could easily turn around and leave now, leave them to their fate.

But you cared about every single one of them, especially about the prince. You wouldn’t just walk away when they suffered like this..

“I’mnot a witch.. I’m merely a gardener.. but.. if I can help.. I will,”you nodded, determination shining in your eyes.

Thesame determination Adam had always admired.

Still,he was surprised to see it in your eyes now. To see how much youstill cared for these people.. for him, even.

Andsuddenly, he could feel something inside him he hadn’t felt since youhad left him those years ago.

Thebeginning of falling in love.

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damn-agi · 7 years ago

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THIS IS YOUR LOVESTORY WITH J-HOPE!!! <3

You have a normal teenager life. You are a really good student, you are really beautiful and you have a boyfriend. Life in Seoul can be really fun for some people, but for you, it was a normal life with its up and downs.

You were getting ready to go to school, and you hear a voice calling you from the window. It was your boyfriend. ^^ His name is Hyun, he is really tall and handsome, and he is the most popular guy in your school. You didn’t want to let him wait, so you left your house. You see him with his car, and get in it. Hyun: Hey babe! Let’s hurry up because we can be late again. Y/N: Ok. .. In the car were you, your boyfriend, and his friends. They were like those guys that everyone has respect for, and they are really muscular, but not really smart. :D They were laughing and talking about some girls, as always, while your boyfriend … umm was kinda doing the same. You have became his girlfriend , more to own respect from the others, than for true love. But anyway, you always pretend to be happy with him, and you think that he pretends too. But what’s the point?!!.... You just arrived at school, and get off the car. While Hyun and his friends were walking forward you faster, you moved your head to the school’s door and you see that someone new had came. He was tall, with cute messy hair, and with a large jacket (because it was really cold), and he had his bag too. This meant that he was a new student. He seemed as a friendly person, and you would like to say “hi” to him, but you hear that voice again!! >.< Hyun: Y/N, hurry up!!! I’m waiting you, and I’m freezing so you better hurry. Y/N: I’m comin’, I’m coming. You started to walk but you kept your head behind to look at the new guy. Anyway, you really needed to hurry, so you just started to run then. You arrived at the inside of the school, and your boyfriend put his arm around your shoulder, because he wanted to look cool in front of the others. Hyun: Just try to smile!! We need to show them that we are the best couple! You: Seriously?!! I just don’t want to! And we’re not the best couple. How can we even be a couple, when you keep going out with other girls and just spent a few time with me! You took off his arm of your shoulder, and you were angry now. Hyun didn’t say anything, but just saw you with some serious eyes, and then left. Afff, he was so annoying. Anyway, you started moving faster because you didn’t want to become late for your class again. You entered your class and get at your seat. You take off your books, as always, but you see that next to you was staying a guy. Usually, that seat stays empty, so you got curious to see who was seating in there. Wow, you see that the new guy was seating in there!! Whaatt?!!! This meant he was at the same class with you. You were looking at him, and you see that he saw you too, and smiled to you. *embarrassed . Aff, you could feel that your cheeks became red, and you see that he was starting to laugh because of your red face. #.# Pheww, but this whole situation finally stopped when your teacher comes into the class. This was your Korean class, and you really liked the teacher of this class. The teacher: Good morning my cuties!! You seem really bright today, as always ^^, and to make your day even more bright, I want to introduce you guys a new student. Can you please come here, and introduce yourself? J You see that the new guy left his seat, and went next to your teacher, with his face towards your class. J-Hope: Hello everyone!! My name is Jung Hoseok, but you can call me J-Hope. Umm, before moving in here, I was living in Gwangju , which is my birthplace, and I came in here to make my dreams come true. I want to be an amazing rapper, and a great dancer too. I hope I have made the right choice for coming here in Seoul. I also hope to make new friends in here, and you guys should know that I’m really friendly and I can get along with everyone. Ahh, I don’t know what else to say! Oh, since I’m seeing these girls looking at me like *o*, I also have to say that I’m single! ^o^ So, I guess that’s it! Nice to meet you all. J Teacher: Thank you, Hoseok! You can take your seat now. J And, now let’s move to our new lesson …… Class finished, and you decided to go out for a bit. After your Korean class you always go to a bar next to your school. You went in there alone, like always, and took a seat. You ordered strawberry juice. While waiting for your drink, you see that, the new guy was staying right forward you. He was drinking coffee, and he was just staying at his phone. You really wanted him to just stay concentrate in there, so you could see at him without getting embarrassed. But, he raised his head and noticed you. He smiled to you and made a sign for you, that meant, that you could sit in his table if you wanted. You would really like to know him better, so you decided to sit in there. J-Hope: Hey! You: Hi!! J-Hope: Sooo, you already know my name, right? Can I know yours? You: Haha, yes! My name is Y/N. And, nice to meet you. J J-Hope: Cute name!! ^^ Nice to meet you too. Well, I know this was like super fast, but I should go now. I’m so so sorry!!! And don’t think that I found you boring, but I just have to do smth in my house now. Would you like to go out with me this evening? You: It’s ok!! And thanks, but I already have a boyfr….. J-Hope: Hahaha, no no!! I meant, would you like to spent the evening with me? So, I can know you better too. You: ooooh, right!!! Omgg, this is really embarrassing! Sorry for understanding it in the wrong way! And I guess I will come. ;) J-Hope: :D Yaay!! Where can I take you? You: Oh, this is my address ( you tell him your address) . Thank you!! J-Hope: Np! Byee~ …..

The evening came really fast, and your palms were sweating, and you were quiet nervous. Since you had butterflies in your stomach, you couldn’t even find the right outfit, and you end up being wear like a rainbow. Still you looked cute. But something was making you even more nervous!! Why are you feeling butterflies in your stomach, from a boy who you have been knowing just for an hour?!! That’s weird. Anyway …. You were prepared , and you suddenly see that someone has arrived and has started to chat with your mom. You got excited, so you decided to go downstairs. You saw your mom chating with a guy, and when he turned his face to your direction…. Oh noooo!!!! You see that he was your boyfriend! (Awkwarddd!!) You: Oh hey, Hyun!! ^^ What’re you doing here? Hyun: Heyy!! Umm, what I’m doing here?? Hehe, you’re my girlfriend, right? You: Of course I am! I just … asked. Hyun: I would like to spent the evening with you today! I also talked with your mom, and she agreed. ;) You: Oh, ‘-.- cool!! Of course! J Can we leave since now, because I’m ready! :D Hyun: Uuh, of course! Come on! You kissed your mom, and then left your house with Hyun. Eeh, it wasn’t as you expected, but whatever … you and your boyfriend hadn’t passed the evening together since a long time. Hyun: You don’t look really happy babe! What’s wrong? You: Well, I didn’t ummm, eat anything after I came from school, and now my head is starting to hurt, and …. Hyun: Ok, ok!!! XD No need to explain all of that! You better stop before my headache start too! XD .. You got angry, and you didn’t say anything, except looking at Hyun with a serious look. You: Oh look, Hyun, the modern art is going to be shown today at the art gallery. Can we goo, pleaseeee!!! *o* Hyun: Umm, ok whatever! If you want to…

You and Hyun entered the art gallery, and wooow it was so full of people! But you got a bit worried, for J-Hope, because he would go to your house, and he will not find you in there. You don’t even have his phone number!! The last time you two met, you gave him just the address of your house. >.< He will feel sad. Hyun: What are you thinking Y/N? You should be happy, since we are in this place now! You: I am happy! I just … reminded something! .. Anyway, let’s go and see that masterpiece overthere! Hyun: :D Ok, let’s go! .. Woow, it was a painting of Maurice Utrillo, who you love really much!! *O* Hyun: Hmm, I think this one has been crazy! XD You: -.-, heyy, don’t offend him!! It’s not called crazy, it’s just called art!!! Duh! Hyun: I personally would like to go and see that other painting over there, because I’m not enjoying seeing this, because I personally don’t get it! ‘XD You: Uff, okay go! I hope you understand the other one. … Hyun went to another painting, while you were still staring at Maurice Utrillo’s art! <3 You really love his style! That painting has such a big meaning, inside of those dark colours. *o* While you were enjoying the painting, you hear someone whispering to your ear : Hey!! You turned your head, terrified, and oooh, you see J-Hope. You: Oh my god! You scared me! And hey! J-Hope: Haha, sorry! Didn’t mean to. Btw, do you always come to the art gallery when someone asks you out, or was it just with me? XD You blushed: Haha, noo!! And, I’m so sorry about tonight! It’s just, my boyfriend wanted to go out with me today! It was as a surprise for me too, because he doesn’t do those kind of things usually! J-Hope: It’s ok!!! I understand it! I personally went to your house, and your mom explained me everything! And I came here just by coincidence. I weren’t following you, I just love art in general! You: J I believe you! I’m happy that I saw you here. J-Hope: Me too! J Hyun: Umm, hello!! Did you drop anything? J-Hope: Oh hello! You must be Y/N’s boyfriend! Nice to meet you, I’m J-Hope! The new guy. J Hyun: Noone asked for your personal information, so you better leave now! J-Hope: Oh okay! Sorry, and Bye! You: Bye J-Hope! J .. J-hope left, and you hit at your boyfriend’s face! You: How can you be such an idiot?!! >.< He is a new guy from school, and he just needs some new friends. Hyun: Oh, and why you? Our school has a lot of people, why should he choose you!! You: Maybe because I’m the only normal in school, and because the others are all like you!! >.< (You started crying from anger.) Hyun: Oh,don’t you even dare to cry!! I’m leaving now, and you better hurry up tomorrow for school! You: Are you kidding? I’m not going to pass my life with a jerk like you! So bye bye!! Hyun: Whaattt??!!! Did you … just break .. up with me? You: Oh yes! That’s right! I broke up with you! Now go at your real girlfriends and cry to them!! Because you know what? I don’t care! I have never cared! I will never care! Goo nowww!!! Crryyy, if you want! >.< I’m leaving first! .. you didn’t wait for Hyun to say anything, and you just left the art gallery! You were crying from anger, but somehow you felt your soul relieved from that stupid person! You were running to catch the bus , which goes to your neighbourhood, but you hear a voice calling you. It was J-Hope. J-Hope: Y/N, waaiiit!!! You stopped running, and he came closer you. Since you were still crying, he gave you a warm hug, and you were doing the same. That hug happened for around 5 minutes. And then you two just stand back. J-Hope started wiping away your tears, and cleaning your face. You: Ah, thank you! You’re so sweet! J J-Hope: Np! ^^ Are you feeling better now? I saw everything. You: Oh, much more better! You may be surprised, but I didn’t really love him. So I feel much more happier now! And, sorry for what he said to you earlier! He is like that with everyone, not just with you. J-Hope: Oh yea, I noticed that! J No, I didn’t get angry! I understand him. “Another guy was talking to his girlfriend” You: Ohh, please!! But what, when I see him with a lot and a lot of other girls!! J-Hope: Haha, I don’t know what to say! You: J It’s ok! I want to thank you once again! ;) J-Hope: Would you like me to take you home? Maybe you need a rest. You: Pff, noo!! I told you, I feel much more better. J-Hope: Haha, ok! Would you like to go anywhere then? You: Umm, what if we just sit in there? I feel lazy to go somewhere else! Haha. J-Hope: Haha, of course! Let’s go! … You two went and sit on a bench. J-Hope sit first, and when you sit he grabbed your legs and put them on his thighs. J-Hope: Sorry if you find this awkward, I just like to do this to my friends. :) You: No, I find this really cute! ^^ I do this with my friend too. :) J-Hope: Cool.~ Sooo, do you wanna talk about anything? You: Umm, haha let me think! ;) Why did you move here in Seoul? J-Hope: Oh, right! Good question. Well, as I said at my class presentation today, I came in here to make my dreams came true. ^^ I have always loved Seoul, and I moved in here with my family. I also have a sister, who will have a much more brighter future in here. I want to be a successful rapper, and why not a kpop idol! :D You: Wow, that’s so cool!! I hope your dreams come true, and I know that’s going to happen because all the people who work hard in here, get what they want at the end. :) J-Hope: ooh, that makes me really happy!! ^`^ Thanks! …. You two stayed there for a long time, talking about different things, and you really enjoyed talking with J-Hope. He was such a “shiny” and smart person. :) You: Wow, the time passed really quick! I better go home now. :) J-Hope: Well, talking with smart people like you always takes a long time. Would you like me to take you home? You: Oh you’re sooo sweet! Okay, thanks! ^^ … you two left the bench, and started walking towards your neighbourhood. J-Hope was standing forward you and he was holding your hand. You finally arrived in front of your house. J-Hope: Well, here it is. Home sweet home. :) You: Yess, haha!! ^^ Thank you once again! For all the things. J-Hope: Anytime! ;) …. Before leaving, J-Hope grabbed your head and pulled it closer his, and you were actually expecting a kiss, but he just touched and moved his nose with yours. ^^ That made you giggle!! You: Is this another habit you have with friends? J-Hope: Haha, actually no! I just wanted to do this with you. :) You: Okay, haha!! I should go now, byeee~ J-Hope: Byeee~ ….You went to your home, and you saw that your mom had fallen asleep, so you took a blanket and covered her up. You also gave her a goodnight kiss, and then went up, to your room. Your heart was flying from happiness, and you were thinking about all the sweet moments you had with J-Hope today. ^`^ He was such a perfect guy, and when you remind that you were with a person like Hyun, you hate that part of your life. Breaking up with him was the right thing to do. And the coming of J-Hope in Seoul was such a really good thing too. ^^ You were feeling a bit tired, so you decided to go and sleep right away. Ehh, you had a feeling that you were going to dream about rainbows today! :D ….

You woke up really happy, got ready, ate breakfast, and surprisingly you were earlier than other times. Maybe, because you hated Hyun pressure on you every morning! The idea that you got rid of Hyun, makes you so happy!! ^^ You left your house, and started to walk to school. Wow, it has passed a long time since you have walked to school, because Hyun always drove you to school. Anyway, you don’t want to think of him anymore. Now you think that J-Hope will become a really important person in your life. ^^ You were walking and walking dreaming about different things, and finally arrived at school. You were looking around to find J-Hope, but maybe he was just late. So you went to your class, and see that only some of your friends were in there. Wow, haha you were like so early today!! Your teacher came and you started class. But weirdly, J-Hope wasn’t coming. The first class finished and he wasn’t coming. You started to feel a bit scared, and nervous. So you decided to go out, and breathe some fresh air. You went nearly the school outdoor, when you listen at something. You move your head to see, and omgggg , it was J-Hope … and. and… Hyun!! Hyun was hitting to J-Hope and he was shouting like really hard. J-Hope was covered of blood, and he was looking really scared!! Oh noo!! T.T You take out your phone to call someone, but you listen at Hyun’s voice : Guys, take the bi**h to the place!! After that you felt some big hands covering your eyes, and they took you and put you in a car. You were shouting really loudly: HEEEELP!!! But the car moved really fast! You couldn’t see anything, you could just hear to Hyun’s friends voices! You: You idiots, where are you taking me?!!! Leave me alone!! Lee: Shut up!!! You will now see how bad is to break up from Hyun!!! And wow, fuck! Just for a guy like J- whatever his name is!! You: His name is J-Hope, and if you think I broke up from Hyun just because of him, then you are wrong!! Now stop this fucking car, get me out of here, or I swear I … will throw you both to the river!! >.< Lee: Did you listen her John?!! XDDD She will throw us to the river!! You have closed eyes girl, so you better just shut up because you are making me angry!! .. You didn’t talk again during the ride, and you felt those two grabbing you and letting you somewhere!They finally took off the robe of your eyes, and you could see that you were in a small dirty place! You: Helpppp!!! Pleasee!!!~ Oh come on, what do you even want from me??? >.< ToT Lee: You’ll see!! … That’s all he said, and they both left. You were staying in a shineless, dirty place now all alone!! But you were feeling more nervous for J-Hope, than yourself! Imagining what Hyun was doing to J-Hope now, was making you to suffer! You covered your face with your hands, and started to cry. You could never imagine that Hyun would react like this!! Also you feel so so bad for J-Hope, because he shouldn’t be part of this situation at all! While you were thinking about these things, you hear the door opened, and you see Hyun. He came close you, and touched your face. Hyun: You …. I hate you right now!!! >.< You: Look Hyun, let’s just talk slowly okay! Hyun: Nooo, I don’t want to talk slowly with you!!.. he just hit at your face, and you could feel the hardness!! You: Hyun, stoppp!!! Stop being this, okay? I know you can be a flirt, and an idiot, and someone who doesn’t appreciate art, but .. you are not evil!! Listen to me, you are not like this!! Just be yourself please!! I’m begging you, please! T.T Hyun: It’s too late now, Y/N!! I’m sorry! You: Sorry, sorry for what?? (You were shaking him.) Sorry for whaaaat Hyun!!! Tell me, hurry up!! Hyun: Okay okay!! I hit at J-Hope really badly and let him alone somewhere near here! And … he is losing a lot of blood! You: OH nooo, fuckkk!! Please, hyun !! If you really love me, than just let me go!! Pleaseee! Hyun: I guess you’re right! I’ve been such a jerk, and I can’t believe that I have almost killed someone! This is not who I am! You: Waa, yea yeaa!! Now can you let me go, please? .. Hyun, let you go, of that old house, and you left that place! You walked a bit more, and you see him … omggg T.T!! You: J-Hooope, don’t worry I’m here now! J-Hope: Y/N? H.. e..y!! You: No,no don’t talk!! I will help you, I promise!! You finally found your phone, and called an ambulance. Omgg, J-Hope was losing a lot of blood, and this was all your fault!! You were feeling really bad! J-Hope: Y/N, can .. y..ou please come clo…ser? You: Of course! T.T You closed up your face to J-Hope’s and he kissed yo..u!! It was a slow nice kiss, and he was pouring hot tears from his eyes!! Omgg, he was crying, and you started to cry too!! You had that feeling of losing someone precious! But, suddenly the ambulance had arrived, and when they saw J-Hope, they got him to the car, you got into the car too and so you were moving to an hospital. You were praying during all the ride, because you really cared for J-Hope, and now just thinking of him made you cry. ToT The ambulance arrived at the hospital, and they took J-Hope with a barrel, and a doctor took him in one of the hospital’s rooms. You couldn’t go to the room, so you were just waiting inside the hospital. Looking at those nervous faces of other people who were waiting for their relatives, made you feel something weird in your stomach. After half an hour, finally a nurse comes out of the room where J-Hope was staying, and she started to talk with you. Nurse: Don’t need to be worried girl! Your boyfriend will be recovered, but you did a really good job by calling the ambulance, because in cases like this, help should come really fast! You: Pheww, thank god!! Oh, actually i’m not .. his girlfriend! I can say i’m just a really good friend! Nurse: Well, you can say what you want, but when a person loses a lot of blood, he starts to talk about different things. And the doctor had noticed that he was repeating your name a lot. :) You: Ooh, that makes me happy! :) But can I please see him now? I really need to. Nurse: I know what you feel. You can go in there, but don’t make him many questions. Go now sweety! :* You: Oh, thank you so much!!! ~

You entered in the room that J-Hope was resting, and you see that he wasn’t sleeping. When he sees you, his whole face became happy, and he gave you a warm smile. J You went near the bed, and you were petting his head. You: Oh, J-Hope!! I was so scary! I thought I could lose you! T.T You should know that I really care about you, and in you I have found some missing parts of me. You are such an amazing person, and if someone should be in this bed right now, that should be me. I started all of that situation, and you shouldn’t be the one who would get hurt. ToT I’m so so so sorry, for ever… J-Hope: Shhh, come here! He moved a bit, and grabbed your head to kiss you. He was kissing you with the same warmth, and with one hand he was touching you hair, and with the other hand he was wiping away your tears. During all that kiss, you couldn’t stop crying. But they were love tears, and they were the tears who were telling you that he was the one, the one that would love you all along. And your tears were right, you and J-Hope became the most strong and lovely couple of all the times. And the secret of all that, was just the true love. That love behind the tears. <3

So that’s your lovestory with J-Hoooope!! ^^ Sorry for making it a bit dramatic, but anyway I hope you guys like it. Oh, the lovestory with Jin will be the last one. But I can’t promise that I will write it soon. XD Love yaa, byeee!~

#bts #j-hope #love story #fanfic #moodboard #aesthetic #true love

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elfnerdherder · 7 years ago

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Dread and Hunger: Ch. 17

You can read Chapter 17 on Ao3 Here

Chapter 17: Sacramental

Abigail visited him, and it was the only time in his entire hospital stay that he cried.

Jack was released from the hospital, but he still visited Will. Will liked to imagine that it was because they’d both almost died in Tobias Budge’s shop, but he wasn’t stupid. Jack wanted as much information from Will as he could get, to better hunt down what the news had coined ‘Hannibal the Cannibal’.

“Once you’re stable enough to be moved, we’re going to take you to a secure location until we can establish a safe house,” he’d told him, mulling over a few files. He wore high-necked undershirts that hid the worst of his wound.

“Don’t you think he’s going to be angry about that?” Will asked, staring out of the window. It echoed previous conversations. “He will start a bloodbath because I’m not anywhere accessible.”

“You’re accessible now, and he hasn’t come out,” Jack pointed out. He paused, looking up from his files. “…He hasn’t, has he, Will?” he clarified.

“Not that I know of,” said Will, and he couldn’t tell if it was bitterness or hurt in the tone of his voice. Jack surveyed him skeptically before going back to his work.

“Depending on how he acts after, we may have to look into witness protection for you.”

“I’ve always wanted to be undercover.”

“Your sarcasm is noted. Your safety is my priority, though.” He sighed, mulling over something on a report. “I should have pulled you sooner. You shouldn’t have been left like that.”

“He was careful,” Will said, like that explained everything. “The things I saw were things I’d have seen in anyone else, and where I knew him, I dismissed it. Same for you, too.”

“He’s helped on FBI cases before,” Jack groused.

“That’s because he’s dramatic and enjoys being the center of attention,” Will said without thinking. When Jack met his gaze, he quickly amended, “What better way to keep you out of his business than to be completely invested in yours?”

“That would explain why he engaged you as both Hannibal and the Chesapeake Ripper,” Jack said with a curt not. “One aspect of your attention wasn’t enough.”

“Which is why I don’t think making me disappear is the best idea. You’ll get his attention, but you won’t like how he does it.” Among other things.

There is no place you could go that I would not follow.

“If we can use his anger, then we will. We’re going to get that bastard,” Jack said ardently. Will looked away from the window and to the FBI agent that shouldn’t truly be working after what he’d just gone through.

“Obsession is a dangerous thing,” he said to Jack.

“You think I’m obsessed?” he asked, dangerously quiet. “You’re damn right, Will. You’re hospitalized from almost dying at the hands of a psychopath, and the Chesapeake Ripper got away after getting so close you were inviting him over to dinner. I’m obsessed with justice. I’m obsessed with getting that bastard for everything he’s done. I’m not going to rest until he’s either dead or behind bars.”

Will nodded and looked away from him. If Jack had lied, he’d have known it. He could taste it, something that radiated from Jack’s skin with a passion, with a frenzy.

“You’re going to use me going to a safe house as bait to lure him out,” Will said. He thought of Doritos crunched in hand as he goaded Jack on campus. He thought of Jack’s wife, of his dying and her dying and how everything felt like the aged petals of a flower –limp, despondent and veined with brown and death.

“Not until you’re well enough to be moved,” Jack promised.

“How’s your wife’s cancer?”

“Still cancerous.”

He stared at the one, singular vase that’d stood out to him from all of the rest. Friends, co-workers past and present, and random well-wishers kept them in wild, loud supply, more coming every day from those who read the papers or watched the news. There was one, though, one that he stared at whenever he could bring himself to, and he sighed.

Freesia, amaranth, roses, verbena, forget-me-not, iris, carnations, dianthus.

“I’m sure you’ll get him in the end, Jack,” Will said dispassionately.

The news said he’d killed Tobias Budge and almost died in the process. He’d been found slumped to the side of the Baltimore Symphony Killer’s still body, barely hanging onto life, the wires he’d used to strangle him cast aside. Will wasn’t going to refute that. Hannibal’s plastic suit would have ensured he left no trace, and it made things so much easier for people to think he was some sort of hero rather than the Chesapeake Ripper’s fuck buddy.

Freddie Lounds said, much to the delight of her fans, that Will’s wounds looked like a Glasgow smile made by a lover. The photo of the colostomy bag had the top hits on the search engine for the first two weeks. It would have been removed from Facebook articles, but his junk had been covered with a large, black rectangle, so there was nothing truly grotesque to report on any social media sights. Alana promised him she’d tried her best.

He lay on his bed, staring at the vase of flowers left for him. He wondered what the petals would taste like, now that his tongue knew the flavor of blood.

The nurses liked to gossip just outside of his door when they thought he was asleep. Mostly it was about the other nurses not doing their jobs, or doctors that took all the credit. Janice that ran the desk in the ICU had a lot of struggles with her plantar fasciitis, and Derek never called Brandon back. Brandon figured that he was being stood up, and Yvonne offered to set him up with her cousin visiting from California. Dr. Stinton griped that the nurse running the front desk of the hospital wasn’t forwarding his wife’s calls to his office, and she was one step away from getting fired. Maurice told Hannah that Dr. Stinton wouldn’t fire her –he was fucking her, which is why she wasn’t forwarding his wife’s calls.

They also liked to talk about Will, though. Whenever they thought the medicine held him deep in the clutches of drug-induced sleep, they loved to talk about his injuries, how he’d gotten them, the horrible things he’d endured. Unless he was being given codeine with his medicine, he didn’t sleep, instead lying in a lovely daze where everything was soft. Even their words, horrible as they sometimes were, were soft.

“What a cute thing, just the most polite young man, and when he was thirsty he tried to get out of bed because he didn’t want to trouble me for water.”

“He tried to get out of bed? With that injury?”

“Oh, yes, I got to him before he ripped open his stitches. He just looked at me really confused and said he didn’t want to trouble me. Just a dove, soft-spoken and kind.”

“I read about some of the things the Ripper sent him –just evil. Just evil, and those poor people. That Agent down the way was talking with some of his men coming to visit, talking about the letter about wanting to hear him screaming? I got shivers.”

“He’s going to need therapy, I think.”

“Hun, I’m the one taking care of him and I need therapy.” A pause as they mulled over things. “He woke up screaming the other night. Sounded like he was getting stabbed all over again.”

“How much did it take to calm him?”

“I came in and by then he’d stopped…had a fist in his mouth like he could just hold it all in. We changed the dosage of his medicine, and it helped.”

Sometimes, they wondered at his friends that visited quite frequently. They gossiped about Margot and Alana kissing just outside of their car, hips pressed to hungry hips before they detached to go inside and see him. They thought Zeller was cute, in a scruffy, nerdy sort of way. They supposed Beverly and Will would date when the pain faded. Abigail was the sort of girl they wanted to go out shopping for, someone to get manis and pedis with. It seemed they knew her history as much as they knew Will’s. The Minnesota Shrike’s daughter, there to comfort the Chesapeake Ripper’s pet.

“You know, I think Abigail and Will would date when he’s not scared anytime he closes his eyes he’s going to wake up with the Ripper over him,” Hannah said.

“Oooh don’t say that, what if he shows up here? Is he going to eat us?”

“Hannibal the Cannibal, indeed!”

“I heard he’s a rich socialite in Baltimore –not socializing so much anymore, I’d say. My friend’s cousin’s schoolmate saw him for therapy, but I guess they need a new doctor, now.”

“I’d want a new doctor after that.”

“At least the poor dear didn’t get eaten.” They both laughed, short, nervous sounds. It was funny to them until it wasn’t, until they paused just long enough to really think about it.

Sometimes they wondered at his family, how no one signing in to visit had his last name. When his doctor went over medical records, he informed him of not knowing too much, since they were all dead or gone. They thought long and hard about a mother that’d left and a father that’d passed from cancer, and they bemoaned children that grew up without siblings. Maurice had siblings, and she couldn’t imagine a life without four other kids in the house shouting all of the time.

Sometimes they wondered if he was attracted to any of them. He tried his best not to listen to those conversations, but they were there all the same. Sometimes they wondered if Hannibal the Cannibal ever forced himself on Will, and it was at those times that he placed the pillow over his head or made a big show of turning on the TV and turning the volume up loudly. That always caused them to scatter in every which direction uneasily.

Mostly, they wondered about how he was going to move on from all of this, when the FBI was gone, the ‘fame’ was gone, and the wound still remained. Those times, Will was left staring at the ceiling and wondering something very much the same.

When he dreamt, he felt Hannibal’s hands in his, the taste of blood on his tongue as he traced over the ridges of his ribs, wanting to savor each inch of bare skin. It took several dreams before he realized the hazy memories of the night he’d given into the Chesapeake Ripper had blended into the memories when Hannibal had made him forget his troubles for a little while.

He would wake and stare at the vase of flowers for a long time. Every time the old ones were thrown away, a new vase took its place within a day.

When he could, he would shuffle about the hospital room, taking his time to catch his breath whenever it tried to leave him. It was one such time, while he leaned against the window, that something cream colored caught his eye, tucked behind the pillow on the couch. Not many people sat on the couch, preferring the chairs close to his bed. He glanced about, but no one else lurked in the room. He was completely and utterly alone.

When he felt up to a few more steps, he slumped onto the couch and fumbled behind the pillow, his breath catching as he felt a very familiar texture of paper. His thumb broke the seal of the wax, and he poured six seeds to his palm. With them, the long dead petals of violet hyacinth and white tulips fluttered out, browned at the edges. They’d been plucked some time ago –three weeks? Will crumbled the tulip petals in his hand as he unfolded the letter, gaze hungry.

Dearest Will,

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold: But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.

Always yours,

-Hannibal

He pressed the paper to his lips, and it was only the sound of approaching footsteps much, much later that made him tuck the letter away, one of many secrets in the room filled with the flowers of the admiring.

He dreamt of an ocean, the waves cresting over him but not dragging him under, warm hands at his hips, his skin welcoming the graze of gentle lips.

He woke to someone in his hospital room.

It was not a nurse because nurse’s shoes always made the same agonizing noise on the tile floor. It was not the doctors’ stability or motion control shoes, nor was it Beverly’s booted heels. The steps were silent, a mere whisper, and Will blinked up at the ceiling, waiting.

All of the lights were off, from the overhead to the lamp to the small light by the sink. Even the small night light that they kept plugged into an outlet had been removed, rendering the room into a shapeless darkness. He thought to be afraid. His heartrate monitor didn’t change pace though, and it was somewhat satisfying to feel the thumping of his chest remain steady, sure. He knew what this was. There was only one person in the world that would ensure that his visual sense was of no use to him when they finally managed to show up.

He thought of laughing, but at this point, even his hysteria has faded, long since removed and replaced with something a little more dismal. His stomach ached, and he wondered how close he was to getting his night time dosage of pain killers.

The petal of a flower was placed onto his mouth. Will curled his bottom lip in and rolled it onto his tongue, savoring it.

“Good evening, Will,” Hannibal said tenderly.

Will smiled.

#Dread and Hunger #LiaS scribbles #hannibal #hannigram #will graham x hannibal #someone help will graham #from the nurses #tbh they gossiped so much when I was in the hospital #my room seemed to be a specific focal point

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kitty-bandit · 7 years ago

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for the writer ask 37, 42, 46, and 52. If they haven't been done. I am super slow to the party.

Oooh! Another ask! Yay!!

37. Most inspirational quoteyou’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

When I was younger, my mom usedto watch a lot of Northern Exposure, and honestly, I feel like that was goodfor me. There were a lot of good messages in the episodes, stuff that little me(who didn’t have a computer or internet or any way to get any culture beyondthe pitifully small school library) wouldn’t have learned otherwise.

Season 3, Episode 10 Seoul Mates, really struck me, and even now willbring me to tears when I watch it. It’s a Christmas themed episode, and one ofthe main story arcs has Maurice, ex-marine, astronaut, and rich white man,meeting his son for the first time—Doo Qwon. Turns out, while he was in Koreaduring the war, he knocked up a woman, and now, after 40ish years, his soncomes to Alaska to meet his father. Maurice is always shown to be a bigot,racist, sexist. He’s not a very progressive man, so this comes as quite theshock, and he’s having issues with accepting it.

He has a conversation abouthis misgivings with Chris (the town DJ), and this part really struck me hard.It’s something I think even now, we need to remember.

Chris: It’s the Other.Maurice: The other what?Chris: Maurice, think ofconcentric circles. The inner circle is ourselves, then the family, then thetribe, then the neighboring tribes, and so on and so on. The further you getaway from the center, the more foreign things become. The people on the outercircles, they become the Other.Maurice: What’s your point?Chris: Well, with sex, the Otheris good. I mean, you were probably very attracted to Doo Qwon’s mother way backwhen. But, you take the Other from the Outer and make it part of the Inner, andsometimes it doesn’t work out.Maurice: Chris, no matter how youexplain this thing, it’s a nightmare. This man is my son. I don’t like the wayhe looks. I don’t like the way he talks. I don’t like what he eats.Chris: Well, if it’s anyconsolation, Maurice, your feelings aren’t instinctual.Maurice: No?Chris: No. It’s cultural.Maurice: Well, how the hell couldthat be a consolation?Chris: It’s learned behavior.Maurice: So?Chris: So, you an unlearn it.

Even now, this gets me hard. It reminds me how easily you can have you perception molded by your surroundings, and that culturally ingrained concepts can be unlearned. It just takes effort.

42. How do you figure out yourcharacters looks, personality, etc.

Looks are much less importantthan personality for my writing. I usually figure out a base personality andwork from there. Like, I’ll pick a trait (such as stubborn, kind, etc.) and workfrom there. Sometimes I’ll use writing generators to give me random traits tomix it up so I’m not always creating similar characters.

46. What would your story _______look like as a tv show or movie?

For this one, I’m gonna go withLost Time. And man, I think if it was made as a TV show, it would be so cool.Ahhh, just think of all the dragons and the fighting?? Amazing. I just lovefantasy settings, and seeing them on screen is always fun. (LOTR aestheticplease and thank you. XD)

52. How did writing change you?

I’ll be honest, it’s hard toremember what I was doing before I wrote. It’s been so long. I think though,the biggest thing is that I almost never go anywhere without bringing anotebook with me. I’m always ready if inspiration strikes.

Send me a Writing Ask!!!

#personal #reply #merkittyomega #ask meme

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housecatclawmarks · 7 years ago

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orange (for the color ask thing) and HIYA (for the mutuals ask thing)!!!

Ahh thanks!!

orange: what makes you feel warm inside? -my friends!!!! also seeing my sisters smile, and that feel when u sit down with ur go-to novel on a gray day

what’s your favorite halloween tradition? -hmm idk. Halloween’s never been like,my thing?? I rlly like the moments right before tho when everyone is putting the finishes on their costumes and ur one lazy family member is already finished and handing out candy

what’s the last thing you learned?-ive learned So Many Things in just today alone man. abt myself. abt historical figures. abt the people around me. there r too many and none of them r beneficial to my academic career lmao.

when’s the last time you felt obsessed?-tHIS MORNING HHFDHBFDHHFDEHH (talk to me abt Maurice 👀👀)

what’s your favorite article of clothing?-oooh I have so many now!!!!!!! I have these electric blue jeans I rlly like, and also this brown leather jacket, and also my mom’s old tie collection that I stole hhdshhshjds. I think my fave is my fight the cistem jacket tho bc i embroidered it myself and ive gotten compliments on it so im Proud.

Mutuals ask: 1. First impression: theater kid, probably intimidatingly gorgeous  2. Truth is: those things r tru and also ur SUPER talented and kind beyond words and awesome to talk to!! ur fun to be around but u also have such insightful thoughts and comments abt stuff it’s rlly cool listening to ur opinions on stuff.  3. How old do you look: like abt 15-16??  4. Have you ever made me laugh: yes!! 5. Have you ever made me mad: nah idt so? 6. Best feature: oh gosh idk ihfghsddhg. I love your passion for theater and the way you talk about the people you care about. 7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nope haha 8. You’re my: friend! pal! buddy! fellow performer :D 9. Name in my phone: i don’t have ur number hshgsdgh (but if u want to exchange numbers hmu, im a Big Time double texter tho jsyk hfdhgfdhg)  10. Should you post this too: sure, go for it!

#asks #thestars-too

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arosegardenofstories-blog · 8 years ago

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Project Churchill 3

Hey guys here’s chapter 3. I’m planing on releasing chapters every Friday and posting videos every other Friday to address your comments or questions. I Hope you guys like it.

Chapter 3

"Seriously?" I asked him. “What the hell made you think you could just break into my house?” He tilted his head toward the light, feigning a look of innocence. “Well,” he pressed his hands together, “I figured I could save you some time.” I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “James,” I say “You aren’t paying me anywhere near the amount you should be for me to be risking my life like I am; let alone having the nerve to break into my house when you please.” “We can discuss payment, as I think I have everything I need.” He paused, “Can I see the pictures you took this morning?” “Yeah just let me hook my camera up to my laptop.” I walked over to the desk and signed into my laptop, and pulled the camera out of my bag. I could feel James come stand behind me as I inserted the cord into the USB port. I opened the file of pictures as James leans down to look at the screen over my shoulder; letting him look through all of them while he decided what which ones he wanted to keep. “You know Minna, you’re really good at what you do. Did you ever consider photography?” “No, solving crimes is practically engraved into my DNA.” I retorted dryly. “Even the petty ones?” I nodded, “Especially those.” We continued to flip through until he told me which ones to print. As he walked over to the printer he asked, “Now, about your final payment…” “You know the rules James.” I turned in my office chair to face him. “I charge $500 upfront and the rest I’m paid by the hour and expenses, and honestly, I think today was pretty high on expenses.” “How much are we talking about?” “I think you would consider a thirty percent increase from the total wouldn’t be unreasonable.” I watched as his right eyebrow cocked up. “Thirty?” “Life is a hard expense James,” I said coldly “It’s irreplaceable and today I almost lost mine just so you could get your blackmail material.” “True enough. How about twenty percent that’s more than fair.” “Twenty-five.” “Twenty-three.” “Twenty-seven. And I won’t settle for less. You don’t get to wake me up at three o’clock in the morning, have me risk my life, and break into my house all in one day for twenty percent.” “Fine consider it done.” I watched as he effortlessly walked toward my desk and sat on the opposite side. I reached down to one of the draws and pulled out his hanging folder and placed it on the desk. I went through it and find the payment agreement he signed and my recites for all my expenses, along with the normal pay stub. I quickly factored in the twenty-seven percent increase and pushed the documents toward him. “Here are the documents we agreed on and the total cost of everything, including the twenty-seven percent bonus.” I circled all the import information as he pulls out his checkbook. “Make it out to Lina Anderson.” He looks up at me questioning, “I don’t like to have any connection to my clients after a job.” I explain. He nodded and went back to writing. He finishes looking down. “That’s a lot of zeros.” “And it’s worth every dime.” I said as I took the check from his outstretched hand. I looked through the folder and pull out the NDA I have all my clients sign at the end of a job. “You can either sign this now or have your lawyer look over it and send it to me latter. Its just a basic NDA saying that you won’t expose anything confidential about my business and the business we shared during the job.” “Isn’t that being a little paranoid?” “I like to be safe rather than sorry.” He sighed as he scrawls his name and initials onto the document. Pushing it toward me he stood, hand poised to shake mine; I took it firmly. “It’s been a pleasure Ms. Churchill.” “Same to you Mr. Easton, for the most part.” I walked him to the door and watch as he walks down the street and turns the corner leading him out of my life. I closed the door and lean on it, letting the lack of adrenaline come over me. I dragged myself up the stairs and flopped on my bed. Another case closed, another nap calling my name.

I woke up to a cacophony of distinct but distorted sounds. I could hear my phone ringing next to my ear, someone banging on the door, and someone possibly Maurice, the neighborhood junkie, wailing outside. God, why can’t people just leave me alone today. I stretched my arm out to grab my phone and saw that the time read 12:30 and that Chloe was calling me. Hell that’s the longest I’ve slept in a long time. I answered, clearing my throat, trying to get the sense of sleepiness out of my voice. “Hello?” I gruffed. Chloe responded with her normal bubbly, “Hey Mimi!” I rolled my eyes at the childhood nickname. “What’s up?” I asked as I walked down the steps to get the door. “Are we still on for today?” Her question made me pause on the steps. “On for what?” “It’s Friday silly. Remember we’re supposed to do lunch, the mall, a sleepover, the works!” “Oh yeah,” I say as I continued down the steps, crossing across the room to the door. “You won’t believe what happened to me on the last job.” I started to open the door not bothering to look through the peep hole; knowing that it’s probably Maurice coming to ask me to point him in the direction of his house....again. I opened the door to find Glinda Easton in all her glory, and her trusty sidekick John as Chloe excitedly exclaims, “Oooh spill!” As I try to close the door John pushes his hand against it, forcing it to stay open. “Um Chlo, Imma have to call you back.”

My heart was racing as I sat in my office chair across from Glinda and John was standing guard at the door. I tried to get my breathing under control. I raised my head to speak. “How did you find me?” My voice came out more breathy than I wanted it too. Glinda crossed her right leg over the left. She looked elegant in her ivory colored tailored pant suit. Her posture was perfect as she straightened her jacket. “Well dear,” she cooed “you don’t necessarily drive a popular car. And of course John got your license plate. After that it was only a matter of tracking you through the DMV.” I briefly turned to look at John, wondering if I could out run him to the backdoor of the house. The sound of Glinda’s voice caused me to turn back around. “Don’t think about escape. John’s brother Rob is at the backdoor.” Damn. If one thing is for sure, Glinda Easton knew how to do security. “What do you want?” I asked impatiently. Seriously I’m getting tired of everyone interrupting my day. I watched as Glinda tilted her face into the light. I noticed that her face looks unnaturally smooth for a woman of her age, she’s definitely had some work done; and a lot of it by the looks of her face. “Minna you and I are both smart capable women; let’s not waste time by running about the bush. “Fine,” I retorted “I’ll bite. You’re mad that I caught you and your lover boy in the parking garage.” Glinda smiled. “I knew you were a smart girl.” “But what do you want?” “Isn’t it obvious?” she paused “I want you to give me the reaming photos you have and delete the digital copies.” “I can’t.” “Excuse me?” She looked surprised. “I gave the print copies to your husband and I can’t give you the digital copies.” “Can’t or won’t?” “Both. I’ve signed an NDA with your husband explaining that I won’t share any of the photos with anyone other than him. So even if I wanted to give them to you I can’t.” “But I’m his wife. Surely there’s something that can be done to-” “From my understanding Glinda, your marriage with James is over and you’re the only one refusing to sign the divorce papers. Why because you’re prenup will leave you in the middle class with the rest of us instead of the polished throne you’re used to?” I watched Glinda’s mouth as she tried to form words. Her lips moved but no sound comes out. From the looks of it she didn’t think I know how to do my job thoroughly. ��Did you really James wouldn’t disclose the full details of your relationships?” “No.” Glinda cried, her voice returning to her. “But I-” "James provided me with everything, before taking this case."I reach down into one of the draws to get the Easton file. I heard John rush forward trying to stop me. I turn my chair towards him. “Relax Hercules.” I ordered. “I’m just getting a file to show Her Majesty.” I pulled the file out the draw, and pushed it toward her. “The top is a summary of the prenup between you and James.” I looked at Glinda as she read. “I have a question for you Glinda. Why ruin a perfectly good marriage for a boy that’s young enough to be your son?” She looked up through her lashes. “James and I have always had different tastes especially in old age. I needed something new.” “And you thought that Liam would be enough to spice things up?” I thought about her motives for this whole affair while she looks at the invisible hole between her feet. This woman ruined her marriage for a man, who honestly still qualifies as a boy just to spice up her marriage? That didn’t make sense. I thought about the possibilities. Maybe she wanted revenge for something James did, maybe she was looking for an excuse to end her marriage, and maybe and most likely, she has some type of fetish for younger men. A sudden thought strikes me and I realize that I don’t care either way. I want her out of my house and for everyone else to leave me alone today. “Glinda,” I said; pulling her out of her imagination, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” “Not until I get what I came for.” This whole day has been a pain in the ass. I’ve had terrible nightmares, had to work before day break, have been shot at, and had my house broken into. I’m really not in the mood for this. I stood up, towering over Glinda, hoping to play out the difference of the power levels between us correctly. “Glinda, I don’t have the energy for this. I need you and your sidekicks to get out of my house and leave me alone. Now.” “Fine.” I watched her as she picked up her purse and strode over to John. Turning over her shoulder she said, “This isn’t over Churchill.” “Actually, Glinda I think it is. You are one of the forefront minds in psychology correct?” She paused at the door, clutching her purse to her chest. “What does that have to do with-” “Glinda, I may not be on good terms with Baltimore City Police right now, but they do owe me a couple of favors.” “What are you-” “I’m sure they would love to see the bank records, videos, and pictures of you and your patients. Especially the pictures.” She moved her lips, looking like a gaping fish while trying to form the right words. “I take it that you won’t be coming around here again, and James won’t have any trouble finalizing the divorce papers?” She nodded and turned to John. He opened the door for her and followed behind her; leaving my door still open. I walk over and close it and tried to pull myself together before Chloe came to pick me up.

#myroses #projectchurchill

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Chapter 17 - SBT

Here it is!

The doorbell rang.

"Oh…?"

Lucien had spent his morning so far working on his voice, accompanied by his piano in his suite. He got off of it and went to the door.

"Ah, good morning Bastien."

The young man was at the door, his arms full.

"Hello, L. I have some suits for you, from your tailor."

"Oh, I wasn't expecting anything, thank you very much." Lucien let Bastien in.

The young man put the suits in the spy's wardrobe.

"Anything you need while I'm here?" Bastian asked as he made his way back to the door.

"Non, merci."

[No, thanks.]

Bastian stayed at the door for a second while Lucien sat back at his piano. As he didn't hear the door shut, the Frenchman turned to him.

"Something is the matter?"

"Uh… It's just… I heard you before I knocked on your door and uh, you have a nice voice, L." Bastian blushed, his eyes going up and down between Lucien's face and the floor, timidly.

"Thank you. If you want to stay to listen, be my guest." Lucien offered.

"I… No, I have some work to do, Sir. But thanks very much." Bastian started to close the door.

"Bastien?"

He stopped sharp and raised his eyes to the Frenchman. Lucien had left the piano and was walking to him.

"Your hat and tie are straight." He started. "I see you are taking my advice."

"Y-yes. I try my best."

Lucien leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms.

"Do you have any ambitions? Professional ones, I mean."

The young man took a deep breath.

"I'd like to… I'd like to work in the kitchens here, become a chef. I know it's a bit foolish… It's so complicated to be good in that field. But yes, ideally, get hired in a kitchen like they have here, in a prestigious hotel. That would be the dream."

Lucien smiled.

"I'm uh… I'm taking cooking classes when I'm not working and I'm actually working to pay for them."

"I see."

"I cook at home but uh, I live alone so there's no one else to give me feedback apart from myself."

"I can do that for you."

Bastian's eyes darted up to Lucien.

"Really?"

"But of course. If you want me to try something, just bring it to me. Leave a box at my door if I am away and you'll find it empty the next day. I will make sure to leave a note with my impressions."

"Oh… Wow… Thanks so much!" Bastian's face radiated with a smile.

"My pleasure."

"Uh, L?" His smile vanished for a second.

"Oui?"

"May I ask why you are being so kind with me?" Bastian asked.

"How old are you, Bastien?"

"Twenty-six."

Lucien frowned. He was thoughtful for a moment.

"Uh… L?"

"I think you are working hard to get what you want. I would like to encourage that and help you."

"Well, that's very kind of you…"

"Tell me," Lucien bent his head on the side, looking at the young man's brown eyes. "Were you one of those children that Maurice is helping?"

Bastian looked in the corridors to see if anyone could hear them.

"The entire floor is empty. You made sure of that for me." Lucien said, as if he had read his thoughts. "You may speak freely."

"Well…" Bastian blushed. "Yes, I was at the orphanage, like a lot of other kids. When I got into high school, I met Maurice. He helped me get out of a lot of trouble."

"You don't seem like the troublesome type." Lucien said.

"Not anymore, but back then, I was reckless. Maurice helped me through many years until one day we had a long chat and uh… He made me see it in front of me, vividly. I saw… I saw myself in a kitchen, cooking delicious dishes, not the food that I used to steal, not the cheap stuff, nah. I saw myself serve people, make them happy through that, and provide them with the kind of food that I could only dream of."

Lucien smiled.

"He found me a job as a waiter in a pub. I'd sometimes peek in the kitchen. It wasn't great food but… It got me dreaming harder. What if I could be that bloke cooking? Hah…"

"Bastien." Lucien finally spoke and the young man stopped fidgeting with his white gloved fingers. "Whatever you choose to become in your life, don't let anyone take away the dreams you have."

Bastien managed to lock his eyes on the Frenchman. He wasn't sure he was fully grasping what Lucien meant. He frowned slightly.

"Hold on to your dreams as you would to your very life. Work hard for them. Struggle for them, get mad for them, lose your mind for them, cry for them."

"I… I'll try my best."

"Good." Lucien carded his hair back with one hand. "You will realise when you grow old that we are deeply narrative creatures. We like to tell the story of our lives as a story indeed, a rational, logical series of events, one engendering the next."

"Is your story like that?" Bastian risked.

Lucien's answer was a smile that the young man mistook for sweetness.

"Does it matter?"

Bastian smiled and lowered his head.

"Alright, have a good day, L." He nodded and put his hands in his pockets.

"To you too."

Bastian turned on his heels.

"Oh wait!"

Lucien had started closing the door. He opened it again.

"We received this for you, I forgot it because it was so small…" Bastian took a brown envelope out of his pocket and handed it to the Frenchman. "Sorry."

"No problem." Lucien took it in his hand. "Thank you very much."

The young man nodded and took the lift back down.

"How the hell…?!" He exclaimed as he found a tip in his pocket.

Back in the Frenchman's suite, Lucien was half surprised, half curious, with a pinch of confused. He hadn't expected any packages, any letters and even fewer suits from Richard…!

He sat on the piano and opened the envelope. There was a key inside. It didn't look like a house or locker key, non, it resembled a car key. But he still had his Panthera keys…

The phone rang in his living room. He got off the piano and took it.

"Allô?"

[Hello?]

"L?"

"Oui?"

"C'est Francis."

[It's Francis.]

"Ah!" Lucien smiled as he could see the image of his engineer friend from back in the ministry in France. "Que me vaut le plaisir?"

[What do I owe the pleasure to?]

"On m'a dit que vous aviez reçu ma lettre?"

[I was told you received my letter?]

"Oui."

[Yes.]

"C'est la clé du véhicule que vous m'avez demandé."

[It is the key for the vehicle you had asked from me.]

Lucien remembered indeed. As he had been tired of always asking reception for his car, he had told Francis that he would need something more discreet, something he could leave on a parking lot safely.

"Je l'ai fait livrer, elle devrait être sur le parking de votre hôtel."

[I had it delivered to you, she should be on the parking lot of your hotel.]

"Elle?" Lucien asked.

[She?]

"C'est une moto."

[It's a motorcycle.]

"Oh…" Lucien let his surprise escape his lips.

"La clé paraît étrange pour une moto."

[The key seems strange for a motorcycle.]

Lucien stared at it in his palm.

"C'est normal, ça n'est pas la clé de la moto."

[It's normal, it is not the key for the motorcycle.]

Lucien's eyebrows jumped.

"Vous pouvez peler l'emballage, c'est une clé en chocolat." Francis chuckled.

[You can peel the aluminium wrapping off of it, it's a chocolate key.]

"Quoi?"

[What?]

"La moto se déverrouille avec vos empreintes digitales."

[The motorcycle gets unlocked with your fingerprints.]

"Oh…" Lucien was impressed. He peeled the wrapping off the key and bit into it. "Hm… Chocolat noir…? Merci beaucoup en tout cas."

[Hm… Dark chocolate…? Thank you very much for everything.]

"Avec plaisir! Sur ce, je vous laisse, j'ai du travail qui m'attend."

[My pleasure! And with that, I shall leave you, I have a lot of work waiting for me.]

"Mais bien sûr." Lucien answered. "Merci encore et à bientôt."

[But of course. Thank you very much and see you soon.]

Lucien hung up the telephone and finished eating the chocolate. Ah, he had almost forgotten about the jovial and funny side of Francis. He had always been one with an incredibly strong sense of humour despite being able to be the most reliable of Lucien's contacts through the years.

The Frenchman looked at the time. It would soon be time for the last rehearsal before the show. He prepared his suit for the evening, put it in a suitcase along with the shoes and accessories he will need.

Lucien tapped his pockets. Cigarette case? Keys? Gloves? Oui, everything was there and so he left, putting a hat on his head.

He walked to the parking lot and smirked. The motorcycle was indeed there, waiting for him with a sealed crate on it. Lucien looked at the padlock on it and smiled. That was another habit Francis had developed. Lucien didn't know if it was only for him or if he did that to all the agents but he found it touching, in a bittersweet way, after ten years, Francis was still the same. He would send him equipment in sealed crates without the key. But both of them knew that if a padlock could stop any common mortal, it was a piece of cake for Lucien.

The Frenchman put a hand in his inner pocket on his jacket and he got his cigarette case. He flipped it open elegantly and retrieved the pins concealed behind the menthols. Le padlock yielded easily and Lucien opened the crate.

"Oh… Très joli, ça…"

[Oh… Very good…]

He took the helmet from the crate and observed it keenly. It was black with dark red reflections, just like the motorcycle itself. The shape of it was very elegant too. Lucien slid his head in and felt the cushioned walls of the helmet shrink slightly to meet his skull in a tight yet comfortable fashion.

"Oooh…"

Francis outdid himself on that one! Lucien will have to compliment him on both the elegant design and the comfort of it. He put the suitcase behind him, secured it and hopped on.

"Voyons voir…"

[Let us see…]

Lucien removed his gloves and put his fingers on the handlebars. The engine purred below him and the motorcycle vibrated gently. The Frenchman smiled and in a roar, he left the parking lot.

-- Queen Victoria --

"Right, are we clear on the order of the pieces, gentlemen?" Lucien asked his colleagues behind the thick red curtain.

"Yes, Lucien!"

"Yeah!"

"Go and dress up, you're the last one still not in your suit…!" One of the musicians suggested.

"I know. But I need to make sure everything is absolutely clear." Lucien insisted. "And in any case, I have time. I only come on stage for the last piece."

"Don't worry, we rehearsed together all week and all of us worked very hard for this." The conductor said. "Besides, look here."

He opened a thin slit between the curtains and invited Lucien to take a look.

"The posters across the city worked wonders. I have never seen the room that full in years, maybe even a decade…!"

Lucien indeed realised that the dining area was full of people, there wasn't a table that wasn't occupied.

"They even put extra tables and chairs…!"

Lucien's eye scanned the room quickly.

"Hm. We still need to impress, Andy." He said to the conductor.

"And we will. You gave us a direction again and you freed us from Frank. Nothing will stop us now."

Andy smiled. His mind was set and the shine in his eyes told Lucien that indeed, their first show would set the orchestra on a new course. Things will be different now.

"Very well." Lucien said. "I shall leave you and get a change."

"See you for your song." Andy said.

"Gentlemen!"

All the musicians were on their seats and looked up at Lucien.

"Now is our time to shine, play as if it was your last chance to touch your instruments, as if the notes you will hit tonight will possess you and haunt you for the rest of your days! Play like desperate men, but not resourceless ones, non, you are desperate for your notes to hit each and every last person in the audience like a slap across the face, shake their bones, send shivers across their bodies, wreck their insides and make the waves that you produce resonate across them inside and out!"

The curtains started rolling to open and Lucien disappeared backstage. He went to his dressing room and locked himself in. There was a clothes rail, mirrors on the wall with lightbulbs all around them, some make up, a sofa and some cupboards.

Lucien changed his dark red suit for the black one that Richard had especially designed for his first concert. He put on the vest with white wavy patterns and the jacket and trousers. They had the same patterns but in black, just to be subtle enough. The Frenchman then sat down in front of the mirrors. He spent some time on his hair and made sure his bowtie was straight.

He heard the audience applaud from his dressing room. He smiled faintly. Lucien remembered the past rehearsals and how fast the whole group progressed. He went on with his preparations.

Lucien looked at the makeup on the table. What should he start with to hide this old face? He looked at his reflection in the mirror and felt like a sorrowful clown. Life was all an act, all a show, wear your best smile and go out here to pretend everything is fine when nothing really is. The truth is that no amount of makeup could hide the wrinkles, the bruises and the scars, the canals dug by the infinite stream of tears he had shed in his life. No foundation could put colours back on his pale face, no blush powder would ever manage to make his cheeks pink.

Lucien took a minute more looking at his reflection, standing up. He saw an old man, tired of his life, on his last mission. Oui, this would be the true last one, the one to close his story before going back to France and… well… watching the days roll until there are no more left for him. Or maybe he wouldn't get out of that mission and go back to France…?

He took a deep breath and heard the audience applaud again. That was it, that was his moment to step on the stage. He headed there.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here is the man you have all been waiting for…" Andy, the conductor, was talking in Lucien's microphone. "After a brilliant career in the heart of France where he sang for kings and queens, legends of the movies and famous celebrities known worldwide, here he is… Lulu!"

Lucien stepped on the stage under the applause of an eager and curious audience. He walked to his microphone and bowed elegantly before nodding to Andy.

The flutes and violins started, as well as the piano.

{To the reader: this song is "Windmills of your mind" by Michel Legrand}

Lucien let the waves of the flutes and the strings of the violins carry him. His lips parted.

"Round,

Like a circle in a spiral,

Like a wheel within a wheel,

Never ending or beginning,

In an ever spinning reel…"

He sang very softly at first. The Windmills of your Mind is a song that is strong in the poetry of the lyrics. Thus Lucien dropped his guard slightly, to let the lyrics enchant him. He closed his eyes and for a fleeting moment, he was free…

"Like a snowball down a mountain

Or a carnival ballon

Or a carousel that's turning

Running rings around the moon,"

He was free from La Solitude because La Musique was here to tear him out of her arms. She wrapped hers around him and he felt warm, oh so warm. He felt as if he was this young boy with big blue eyes again, his mother's arms keeping him safe from… From what?

From life itself, from her empty promises, from her false hopes and her lies, from her hits, her blows and her kicks.

"Like a clock whose hands are sweeping,

Past the minutes of its face,

And the world is like an apple,

Whirling silently in space,"

Oui, that represented very well what Lucien felt. He felt insignificant, a piece of dust on a rock spinning in space, waiting to be swept away when his time would come.

"Like the circles that you find,

In the windmills of your mind."

But first, he had to complete this mission. He had to find his target. Arthur Duchemin. He would find him and at the very least, torture him. Oui, even if it was the last thing he would do, even if France got to know how inhumane he had been with his target and throw him in jail for the rest of his days. Oui, he would do it, gladly.

Lucien opened his eyes as he continued singing. His voice knew what it had to do, he had worked hard on it. It was mastered and disciplined. Thus he could focus on his eyes rather than his vocal chords.

He observed his audience, which he could barely see, but like a panther, his keen eyes worked better in the dimness anyway. He didn't know any of those faces but still tried to record their features, carve them into his brain. Anyone of them could be the key to get closer to Duchemin.

Most of the clients were looking up at him, couples of rich people, larger tables with business partners, colleagues or equally wealthy friends. Very few tables were occupied by single people. Lucien looked at those souls who might share their life with their own Solitude, unless his was cheating on him with all of those lonely people too…?

"When you knew that it was over,

Were you suddenly aware,

That the autumn leaves were turning,

To the colour of her hair"

Oui, in that particular instant, Lucien wished he had someone he could mean his words to, someone he could address this poem to.

He let the orchestra conclude the song and the audience applaud. People were visibly more than satisfied with his vocal performance. But he himself? Not that much. It wasn't bad, non, but it wasn't remarkably good either, even though he had given everything he had in him to make it all sound as best as he could. Lucien would have to congratulate the orchestra, they accompanied and carried his words masterfully. He smiled courteously and bowed to the audience.

"Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen." He bowed again and turned to applaud the orchestra before the thick red curtains rolled shut in front of him.

"That was absolutely fantastic, Lucien! Breathtaking!" Andy shook his hand enthusiastically. "I think we can all agree that we haven't felt what we did today in years!"

"Yeah, Lucien that was great."

"Awesome work, mate."

Lucien smiled to his colleagues.

"Thank you all very much for your hard work, for your patience and the sweat of your brow, really. My performance would be nothing without yours." He answered.

A few minutes later, the Frenchman was in his dressing room, resting and drinking some water when a knock interrupted him.

"Oui?"

"It's me."

He recognised Frank's lovely voice and opened the door.

"Good evening, Frank."

"That was one hell of a show, Lulu! I start to understand where your reputation comes from! Also, you mind following me? Some of our most faithful customers would like to have a chat with you."

"But of course."

The Frenchman left his dressing room with a last glance at the man in the mirror, the slim one, wearing the black suit with the elegant wavy patterns, and with the piercing light blue eyes.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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