#But he has a terrible habit of saying something so insensitive people go from charmed to disgusted really quick
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Imo Stanley and Stanford are both objectively attractive but they also both suck ass at flirting so they end up only with weirdos (and me)
#stanford pines#stanley pines#Like Ford would be super oblivious to everything and then when someone just straight up says they're down bad#He gets so embarrassed he locks up like a fainting goat#Plus his idea of flirting are science based puns you need 12 PHDS to understand#Meanwhile Stanley is probably better at just flirting at people#But he has a terrible habit of saying something so insensitive people go from charmed to disgusted really quick
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Letâs talk about DiaLuci.
Look, this isnât a judgement call. This is merely a flat out explanation and something that should be recognized. There will be a few S2-3 spoilers, but itâs mainly vague, not going into details.
Be aware: This covers sensitive topics regarding the ship, toxic behaviors, abusive relationships, and the angel event.
Firstly, if you support DiaLuci, good for you! Iâm not here to shame someone for their ships. But this fandom has a habit of attacking others who arenât so fond of this ship. Someone can like Diavolo, and not support Dialuci. You can support Lucifer, and not like Dialuci. Or hell, you could dislike either/or both characters and fucking love the ship! No matter which character or ship you like or dislike, you are completely valid.
But this is a post, about the issues with the ship that I personally see, and why it should be more outspoken.
Now lets get to the point of the subject, shall we?
I fairly like Diavolo. Heâs charming, joyous, and someone who would be the star of a party. Someone cheerful and bright. However, the way that this fandom persecutes anyone who doesnât like Diavolo or feels uncomfortable around him is not ok.
In my opinion, Diavolo has shown signs of immature and insensitive behavior. I.e. the way he treats others like toys. Yes, he cares about them, but often doesnât consider their feelings in things he considers âmere pranks.â This may be because Barbatos constantly assures him that the future will be fine, since Barbatos can manipulate and choose timelines.
He wants the best for the people around him, but doesnât exactly take criticism or resistance to his advances kindly. âWell duh, heâs a ruler!â So? Yes, heâs a ruler, but that doesnât mean he should be inconsiderate about others around him. The fact that he disregards others opinions unless it fits his agenda, is a sign of his childishness.
Which means, that over time, Diavolo doesnât hold much regard to his actions, as Barbatos is always there to catch him. Now that doesnât mean he constantly is reckless. When it comes to official Devildom matters, Diavolo is an apt ruler, who makes decisions for the Devildomâs best interests.
The problem is, no one has told Diavolo about his less than savory behavior. Because they fear him, and fear the punishments he could inflict upon them. So I canât really say that heâs a completely bad character.
He wants Lucifer to be his equal, and acknowledge the fact that Diavolo sees him as an equal. Diavoloâs lonely, and itâs explicitly stated as so. He envies the closeness the brothers have. So, he goes about it in the only way he knows how. Which weâll get to a bit later.
As for Lucifer, I canât deny Iâm quite fond of him. He does his best to overcome his pride for MC, and gradually (in S2-3), he becomes more open with his feelings. Yes, heâs a deeply flawed character, but heâs not a complete villain. The world simply isnât as black and white as some would like it to be.
Yes, his relationship with some of his brothers is toxic. The way he treats Mammon at times is unacceptable, and possibly abusive in my opinion. The fact that he acts cold and distant to his brothers at times isnât ok. But one thing Iâve seen others overlook, is that Lucifer is the Avatar of Pride. Does this excuse his actions? No. Does it explain some of his habits? Yes.
Donât get me wrong, he still has a lot to work on. But heâs getting there, and actively trying to get better.
Now for the ship.
You do not need to like a ship, just because a character from that ship is constantly seen with the partner. Like Iâve said above, you can hate or love Diavolo or Lucifer, and dislike/like the ship.
As for the oath, I wonât delve too deep into this, as it would take essays upon essays worth of information. But we all know that, Diavolo had given Lucifer an ultimatum. Save Lilith, at the cost of Luciferâs unquestionable loyalty.
Which as weâve seen, Lucifer had agreed to the terms. And so, he is now Diavoloâs most trusted advisor, his right hand man.
Even though Diavolo says or implies that he sees Lucifer as an equal. He doesnât always seem to show it. The power imbalance in between both characters is evident, throughout the plot of the story. If Lucifer denies Diavoloâs advances, Diavolo will continue. Why?
Well, you could argue that his behavior is due to him being royalty. Which is true, heâs royalty, and has never been told no. Barbatos has always been there, fixing his mess, so why would he need to worry?
Diavolo praises Lucifer, in a manner that is clearly uncomfortable to the latter. Itâs evident that Lucifer despises being praised for his beauty, and just his looks. Iâve seen blogs see it as âjust a jokeâ or âbeing playfulâ. But time and time again, Lucifer has denied these advances, very obviously disliking the attention and focus on his looks.
But Diavolo continues, and in his defense, you could say, âbecause Lucifer doesnât say that heâs uncomfortable!â. Itâs very obvious that Lucifer isnât an equal to Diavolo, no matter how much the latter insists he is. Weâve seen Diavolo brush off otherâs discomfort at his actions, and weâve seen him continue.
Diavolo is not evil. This is quite clear, even though he may be suspicious to some. However, his relationship tactics and methods of relationships have toxic, and quite possibly abusive effects.
For example. The angel event.
We all know, that the bangles controlled the 7 avatars, turning them all into angels. Their outfits, and minds, were taken over. The brothers, (excluding Satan.) had gone through traumatic events in these outfits, thatâs for sure.
The celestial war, and losing Lilith, all were incredibly traumatizing events forever affecting their mindsets from that day forward. The bangles attempted to brain wash them, and we can see it when Satan states that he doesnât feel like himself, that he felt calm.
But you might think, âBut being calm is great! Isnât that what he always wantd?â. Not quite.. All Satan had known before was wrath, and being calm completely took away an important part of him. Even though Satan had always resented his wrath, his sin, he had felt like a part of himself was miserable without it. He wasnât himself, and felt as if he were being forced to be calm, something he loathes.
In all of the brothers, we can see that they are clearly distressed, and may come out of this situation traumatized.Â
Lucifer is no exception. We saw how visibly upset he was, the fact that the snow-white wings on his back gave him a constant reminder of the war and Lilith, throughout the entire ordeal.
What was Diavolo doing this entire time? He was being provided entertainment, and reveled the sight before him. He enjoyed seeing the brothers in their angelic uniforms, where they had fought with tooth and nail for their sister, and who knows what else. He enjoyed the fact that the brothers were having angelic ideals forced inside their heads.
And when someone speaks up against him? Heâs passive aggressive about it, until the person opposing him gives up, begs for forgiveness, or embarrasses themselves.
While criticism of any of the characters is deemed valid and peachy in this fandom. I havenât seen any criticism of Diavolo that wasnât met with backlash and intense hounding. Lucifer, Satan, Belphegor, have all been criticized, but has the majority really deemed those opinions as invalid? No. We can all see why those arguments are valid, and people have their own reasons.
Hell, weâve all seen people Lucifer left and right. And you know what? Theyâre completely valid! Some people may have triggers/squicks in regards to his behavior, and itâs completely understandable.
But the moment someone criticized Diavolo, we see fighting and targeting. The person who speaks up gets pushed down and insulted, until they either give up, or agree. If you like Diavolo, good for you, youâre valid! If you donât, youâre completely valid!
Now back to the ship. Apologies for getting off topic, but oftentimes, when Diavolo and Lucifer are mentioned separately, theyâre roped together.
Abusive/toxic relationships arenât always one where the abusive/toxic partner is an outright terrible person. Oftentimes, they come with charm, a dazzling smile, and friends that would fight tooth and nail for them.
Diavolo has Lucifer in an....uncomfortable position to say the least. In power dynamics, that is. Lucifer is constantly embarrassed publicly and privately by compliments, and Diavolo knows this. Heâs demeaned by the oath, and as for work, Diavolo often adds to it, just for fun. I.e, leaving the Devildom to come to the human world, leaving his responsibilities behind.
âBut heâs lonely!â Yes, and? He is lonely, yes, but there is a time and place for fun, and time and place for work. He is going to become a King, and if he puts all this responsibility and stress on Lucifer, it simply isnât right.
They have their good moments, but that absolutely does not make up for the state of the relationship as a whole. Just because someone has their good moments, doesnât mean you accept and forgive them. Thatâs like saying that someone who physically abuses their S/O, is a good partner because they occasionally make them dinner. It simply isnât correct.
Majority of the time, Diavolo is fine with Lucifer being reduced to a pretty face and belittled. In public, which very clearly hurts Luciferâs pride and reputation.
Many people can resonate with some of these behaviors, having seen them in their past.
So please. Tag your works as DiaLuci for others uncomfortable with it, stop attacking others who dislike the ship, and for fucks sake, enough with hating people who dislike a character and/or ship.
#obey me#obey me diavolo#obey me lucifer#obey me ship#obey me dialuci#dialuci#obey me ship discussion
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NAME: choi kyungwan .
FACE CLAIM: jung jaewon .
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: he / him .
AGE: twenty two .
DATE OF BIRTH: october 30 , 1996 .
ZODIAC: scorpio sun , gemini moon , cancer rising .
PERSONALITY TYPE: istp .
ROOM: yugji building , room 1b .
+ witty , perceptive , flexible , leisurely , charming . / - blunt , dishonest , reserved , unorganized , noncommital .
AESTHETICS: #being paid on time , #vegetarian-friendly food options at restaurants , #tyrian purple , #winning bets , #smoking cigarettes , #getting the last laugh , #cats , #pineapple on pizza is good you just have terrible taste , #denim jackets , #staying up late , #cold beers , #spraying febreze , #buying lottery tickets , #sarcasm , #bragging rights , #sour gummy worms , #the rush of adrenaline from catching your bus or train at the last second , #wellness shots , #the nightmare before christmas , #happy delirium , #when the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline , #finding money in your pocket that you forgot you had .
born in yongsa , south korea . only child . grew up under the care of both his parents and lived quite comfortably . his family owns lavish dragon spa , which is considered to be the biggest and most popular bathhouse in town . his father is the primary owner and keeps an eye on all the day-to-day activities , while his mother runs the books and takes care of everything from a public relations standpoint . as his parents worked full time , a lot of his childhood was spent in daycare facilities or with his late paternal grandfather .
out of all his immediate family members , kyungwan considered himself to be the closest with his grandfather . his most favorite memory of them spending time together was when he was three years old ; in the middle of summer , he distinctly remembers , walking along the seashore of yongsa beach , holding hands and laughing as he eats an ice cream cone and accidentally drops it into the sand .
when he passed away , kyungwan took a long time to process and accept it . the concept of death was a hard pill to swallow for a kid his age ; he was a little confused and a lot sad , and didnât exactly know how to deal with it . he also wasnât one to be outwardly emotionally expressive , still isnât to this day , so instead of spilling tears or talking about it , he withdrew into this shell for a good chunk of his first year of middle school .
things took an upturn when he got involved with tennis . his mother , worried sick about his well-being , forced him into the idea in the midst of his â i donât want to do this , you canât make me â tantrums because she believed he needed to do something ,  anything to get him out of the rut he was in , and she was not going to stand by and watch her son sit tight-lipped and grieving . turns out , he had a knack for the sport ; he didnât want to admit it at first but he liked it , and he liked that he could channel all of his negative energy out on the court . it was a way for him to express himself without actually having to express himself ... verbally .
unfortunately his interest in tennis lessened over time , just as his interests in other things grew over time , and he doesnât play much anymore . he still considers it a hobby , though .
as briefly mentioned above , kyungwan works as an attendant at lavish dragon spa . itâs a job some may consider a â hand out, â due to the fact that his parents are the ones in charge , but donât let him catch you saying that . he doesnât mind it , working there ; itâs basically a second home to him . his father keeps on insisting to groom him for management but heâs not entirely sure he wants to commit to that yet . itâs nice to think about , a good backup plan , but heâs not 100 % sold . he doesnât want to be tied down . wants to explore all his options .
aside from his job at the bathhouse , he also makes money through a part time job doing deliveries for kentucky fried chicken . which is so ironic , given that he doesnât even eat meat , but who is choi kyungwan if not a walking paradox ? he responded to a wanted ad one day , went in , got the job , and it sticks . heâs not complaining . most nights heâll come home smelling like grease and fried chicken . and depending on who you ask , that could not be a bad thing .
to be specific: kyungwan is pescetarian-vegetarian , which means he follows a strict plant-based diet with an incorporation of seafood . he doesnât eat meat for any extreme reason , he just doesnât like it . feels nauseous and sluggish after eating it . heâs not going to go out of his way to hound people who do eat meat , and he doesnât get bothered if you eat some infront of him . he merely wonât have a bite . period .
kind of charming , kind of an asshole . knows how to use words to get by and truly believes karma doesnât apply to him . sugarcoating isnât in his vocabulary ; heâll tell you how it is , plain and simple . sometimes he can come off insensitive in this regard , but he doesnât mean to hurt people intentionally . nine times out of ten , the things he says or does are for his own benefit and the people around him are an afterthought . but that doesnât mean he doesnât care about his friends and loved ones . he does . he just understands that at the end of the day , the only person thatâs going to take care of him is himself , and he wants to protect his heart above all else . heâs been careless before , too trusting , and has had ex friends and ex relationships walk all over him .
has an affinity for smoking . itâs a habit he picked up from those heâs been hanging around with these days . he wonât smoke in the sharehouse , he knows better not to , but heâll light a cigarette outside . there are times where he has tried to quit but it hasnât broken ground yet . the longest heâs gone without smoking was two months ... letâs see if he can beat that .
tends to get into fights . mighty prideful . his parents , or more so his father , hates the kind of person kyungwan is becoming and they never see eye to eye on his choices . his mother , on the other hand , always gives him the benefit of the doubt and stays perpetually worried about him . sheâs been like that ever since he was young and he knows sheâll never change .
he moved out of his parentsâ house because he couldnât stand the suffocation he felt from living under their roof . they constantly argued and went back and forth , and at the time things seemed definite and final . he then moved in with his now ex girlfriend and lived with her for a few months before their imminent break up , prompting him to find a new place to stay . he contemplated going back to his parents ; was actually about a block or two away from the front door before he talked himself out of it and went to look into hostels and every other possible affordable accommodations .
and thatâs how he wound up at the yujaen . this living situation is more tentative than anything , though itâs already been a month and heâs still there . heâs not the worst roommate or housemate in the world but there are definitely some things he needs to work on .
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The Posterchildren Audiobook is reopening auditions for certain roles. Although we got a lot of amazing submissions, we want to do one more call for auditions.
In general we are looking for more adult voices. This has less to do with the voice actorâs age and more the tone of their voice. Although all characters listed below are reopened for auditions, Amira bint Balqis and Mercy Bliss are two in particular we are actively searching for more auditions for.
In addition to the adults, we are also looking for more auditions for Malek âMalâ Underwood.
If you have auditioned for any of these characters, it does not mean you did not get the role. We are short more mature-sounding voices in general, hence the second call. If you have already auditioned but want to send in another audition for one of the roles below, you are more than welcome to.
We are also reopening auditions for The Narrator.
Full list of the characters reopened for auditions under the cut, as well as how to audition for them.
We are open for auditions for these characters until October 29.
In addition to your audio clip(s), please include the following information in your email. Please send all auditions to [email protected].
Your Name: Pronouns: Ethnicity: Age: Are you okay with being cast in a smaller role? Y/N
You do not have to match the gender identity of the character you are auditioning for.
You are welcome to audition for multiple characters, and we may ask you to read for a character that you did not audition for.
Please note, this is not a paid project.
THE NARRATOR To audition for the Narrator, please record yourself reading 60 seconds or so of a book. It can be any book, although something that is YA fiction is preferred.
Please remember that being the narrator does require more of a time commitment than one of the character roles.
Malek âMalâ Underwood 14 year old boy, Arab (raised in Oregon) Mal is extremely intelligent, driven, and focused on being the best. Sometimes seen as uncaring or cold, he actually just struggles to express himself. He makes friends with difficulty, but once he sees you as a friend he is absolutely loyal. The child of two of the most famous heroes of this world, he knows people are looking at him to show weakness or to reveal that he is destined for a fall, like his older brother. He will not let this happen.
Line 1: (factual, insensitive) âSo. Sixty-seven. I was reviewing your scores. A two in strategyâŠa one in actingâŠyou realize that you need to break one hundred if you want to join any law enforcement agency upon graduation, donât you? And your combat score. Unfortunate.â
Line 2: (struggling to open up) âAllow me to be frank. My score has put me at a severe disadvantage. If Zipporah and I are to graduate into the capstone class, it is imperative that we pick up as many of those extra points as possible. And to that end, we may require your help.â
Line 3: (dangerous) âYou have a habit of not listening, and I have a habit of losing my temper. One of us is going to have to break his habit. And I swear to you that it will not be me.â
Line 4: (genuine) âYouâre not terrible, Zipporah Chance. Not all of the time, at least.â
John Wright adult, white Ernestâs father, one of the most well-known heroes in the world. Superman meets a golden retriever.
Line 1: (proud) âWhenâd you get so big, kiddo? Canât really call you my liâlanything anymore, can I? Good God Almighty, I can hardly even call you my little man. Just look at you.â
Line 2: (angry and mourning) âIâm sorry. I canât do this. A week ago, most of you were screaming for his blood. Well, you got it. You got him.â
Amira bint Balqis adult, Arab (Lebanese/Ethiopian) Malekâs mother, one of the most well-known heroes in the world. A master strategist, known for her poise and composure.
âEnglish is Amira's third language; she grew up speaking Arabic and French at home, although she has lived much of her life in English-speaking countries. When she was a young girl, she tried to hide her accent, but by the age of twelve she gave up trying to mask it, having realized that she would be viewed as Other regardless. The French influence is most readily apparent in her accent, which grows stronger when she is tired or emotional.â - taken from Amiraâs page on the Posterchildren Wiki (not spoiler free)
Line 1: (honest) âYou say that you see flashes of something inspirational in him. Is it so difficult to imagine that he sees something in you that inspires him as well?â
Line 2: âIf you think that you will get anything out of me without so much as a hug hello, you severely underestimate my ability to withhold information, my handsome son.â
Marshal Underwood adult, white One of the most famous rogue former heroes, the brother of Mal and Ellie, the son of Corbin and stepson of Amira. Has a temper, and once he gets his teeth in something heâll die before he lets go. His charm often surprises people, and heâs not a bad guy, whatever the tabloids might say. He just doesnât care about the rules.
Line 1: (furious) âYou had three years with him. Me? I had sixteen. I was his partner. His son. You were a disappointing little surprise. So be a lamb and tell me what the hell it was you did that got him killed.â
Line 2: (apologetic) âIâm a fuckstick.â
Madam Ghostlight quite an old lady An actress and a former spy. Very wise, knows more about the history of the school than anyone. Professor Trelawny meets Peggy Carter, but Jewish
Line 1: âAnd that, my dears, is the power of the light touch. Ordinarily, mind control is an invasive and unpleasant affair. The usual methods are nothing short of rapacious, which I findâ Â Repulsive. In my experience, so much can be gained through a light touch. I received more information than I asked for, and I got it in a way that was kind to my target.â
Sofia Galan-Grant adult, Latina Tenacious and stubborn, a loving mother and wife. Very clever, often shows her affection with teasing.
Line 1: âAnd then you turned into Rambo, mi querida.â
Mercy Bliss adult, African-American The school nurse, and a luck manipulator, so a kind and caring lady who is very good at looking on the bright side.
Line 1: âWell, if it isnât my favorite bucket of sunshine. I hope you havenât gone and got yourself banged up again. Isnât it a little early in the day for running your pretty little face into walls, Zipporah?â
Scott Carter adult, white A self-professed nerd. Awkward and enthusiastic. The history teacher.
Line 1: âSo going into this merger of main characters, I want you to think about your histories. In an essay of five hundred words or more, give me your origin story. Who are you? How did you get here? What does being a posthuman mean to you?â
Cat Newmeyer adult, white Sports bubble-gum pink hair and a bunch of colourful tattoos, is also one of the toughest people around. Confident and bubbly with a very solid base of âcould take pretty much anyone in a fight.â
Line 1: (pumping up a group) âThe rules of Scavenge are easy-peesie-lemon-squeezie. This is what youâll be looking for. We call them the glow jugs! My assistant, the lovely Kirrily Quinn, will demonste the proper carrying methods.â
Jasper James adult Heâs scrappy in every sense of the word, and the youngest teacher on staff. Excited about combat, and can come on a little strong at times.
Line 1: âDodging knives isnât considered an athletic skill? Okay, okay. I get it. Youâre not feeling the practical applications lesson. I can respect that, I guess. So how about we take this party outside and do a few rounds of rock-paper-scissors?â
Sal Santini adult, Italian-American Relaxed, patient, and very dangerous.
Line 1: âI also figured that you wonât let me die without hearing me out. So now that weâre both in danger of being dead men come dawn, Iâve got your full attention, donât I?â
Kirrily Quinn adult, Australian
Line 1: âStrewth, give the woman a drum roll already! Give her a drum roll, or weâll be here all night.â
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A character study of Victoire, Sabineâs foster sister/ladyâs maid.
1749 words, no paring, general rating
Once, Chrétien, the second child and the oldest son, asked her where she came from.
âI am a fae,â Victoire had said. âSent out from the other realms as punishment.â
âDid you do something bad?â
âYes, very. Â I was too inquisitive. Â You see, Her Majesty, the Fae Queen, has a little room she locks from the rest of us with a little golden key. Â Beneath the door is a crack from which such strange shadows slipped. Â I could never get a hold of the key, so instead one day I peeked into that crack. Â I was caught and cast out.â
âWhat was in the room?â
âPerhaps I will tell you when you are older.â
âUgh, youâre just like Mama and Papa.â
âAnd you are just like the silly little gnomes of the other realms. Â Foolish and impatient.â
âIs Madame Jean a fae? Â She is very strange.â
âNo, sheâs a witch. Â I donât think there is anyone like me here. Â I think I shall always be alone.â
âYouâre with us though. Â Wonât you be like us?â
Victoire had sent Chrétien out to play.  No, she would never really be like this family.  She stuck out like sudden snow on spring soil, among their brown and tawny faces.  Two foolish parents with more blood than sense, and eight children riding a thin edge between little aristocrats and wildlings.  Victoire was not one of them, but so what?  What was one more amongst their brood?  Especially when she could cook and clean and play a pretty tune on the pianoforte.
Inevitably, she became Sabineâs companion by way of the closeness in their ages and the girlâs own persistent sociability. Â Sometimes the other girl had moods of sullenness and vanity, but she did have much to resent in her situation and too few opportunities to merely be herself without the responsibility of irresponsible parents. Â Victoire weathered it all coolly; the excessive bad temper along with the sweetness desperately struggling to survive in such hostile conditions.
Of course, it was not always so bad. Â There were periods of better situation, and it is curious to note that as wealth became more plentiful in the house, Victoireâs own position as companion or foster sister became demoted to ladyâs maid.
It mattered little.
It was all the same to Victoire, as long as she had warm feet, a square meal, and a quiet corner in which to read and recover from the day. Â She did not desire further relationships, but did not begrudge Sabineâs desire for her company. Â She did not harbor ambition, but did not mind assisting with Sabineâs deep-rooted dissatisfaction.
Victoire had no great designs on being a grand ladyâs maid, but neither did it repel her.
Yet when they entered Namaireâs house, and certain entrenched women in the staff began vying for a spot on the baronessâs personal staff, her reaction surprised her. Â Victoire dug in her heels and rebuffed those that could not be trusted.
âItâs not as if you have any say in it,â a particularly brazen of these had said to her face. âAfter all, I heard you were just some foundling-- a little orphan that wandered into that decrepit old house of theirs.â
âWell, you were misinformed,â Victoire had said. âI am a ghost made flesh. Â I had haunted that house for centuries, in such pain and distress that I had long since forgot my original humanity. Â Then I heard a pretty little song sung by those children. Â My feelings were so moved, I became corporeal again, so that I could protect them. Â But I do still feel dark currents of the dead. Â Everywhere. Â Especially in this house.â
âW-well, I never!â
When the baron died, Victoire had ordered all the red silk, helped Sabine through her tears, and given the widow all the names that should be expunged from the household. Â The days were much more orderly, afterward, and Victoire was pleased to be able to read a great deal more. Not that there werenât things to be done; no, there were the parties, and the scheming, and all the new business and political speculations. Â Not to mention to mention the romantic misadventures.
Victoire sometimes supposed she should attempt to get more from life. Â Being good at being a ladyâs maid or the staff supervisor was one thing. Â But a family or a lover or anything of that nature did not interest her. Â People, on the whole, did little to interest her.
So she did not think much on her own feelings when Sabine departed for the Summit.
âWhat will you do, Victoire?â
âPerhaps I will fly back to my homeland on the moon where there is perpetual twilight. Â Or visit my mer cousins deep beneath the blue waves.â
âOh haha, very funny.  This may be the last time we see each other.  I will write, of course, to tell you if I make any decisions, but⊠ I want you to know that you are free to choose another life.â
âYou say that quite a lot.â
âWell, I mean it. Â You do puzzle me, dear. Â I can never tell if you are happy with me or not. Â And I have known you too long to be insensitive to your well-being.â
âThe barony still needs looking after. Â That steward canât handle everything. Â I am quite content with that.â
âVery well. Â Do write. Â And not just about the barony. Â About yourself, and if you change your mind.â
âGood-bye, Sabine.â
As was her habit, the baroness parted tearfully.
And Victoire spent some weeks walking the quiet halls of the Namaire estate, only half-remembering the peals of laughter and the clink of champagne flutes and the music of the absent guests and their entertainments. Â Everyone walked on timid feet, especially around Victoire. Â If the baroness married again, and moved away, then much of the staff would be let go. Â And Victoire would be making many of those decisions.
It was nice to be respected, but it was better to be left in peace.
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My darling Victoire,
I have been quite foolish, my dear. Â I have somehow misplaced my senses entirely these past few weeks, and allowed myself to be swept up in the empty flatteries of a paramour. Â I am to be wed. Â To His Highness, Prince Zarad of Corval.
What can I say? Â He is a fool, I am a fool, and we shall be terrible little fools together.
I know you donât care for these sort of details, but I am helpless in the face of my own silliness-- I must confess that he is dreadfully glib and overtly charming and with such an ego! Â And before you say that sounds familiar, I shall inform you that I am always sincere, and never do I participate in his sort of chicanery.Â
But I am so fond of him.
I am sure I am losing your attention at this point, so I will get straight to it. Â I would like to know what you want to do. Â You are free to stay at Namaire, but if you wish for a different position, in Revaire or wherever your heart should fancy, merely say the word and I will manage it. Â If you wish for an alliance, I may have some ideas that could put you in a very nice station in life.
If, and I will confess this is the option I selfishly prefer-- if you wish to follow me to Corval, I will exert my utmost influence to allow it. Â I think Corval will suit you, and I mean that in the most complimentary way.
Perhaps not the heat, though. Â You do burn so easily. Â We shall buy hats.
Write to me soon, as there are only a few weeks left.
Your loving Sabine
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The next day, Victoire pinned a list of names to the board in the servantsâ quarters where unpleasant announcements were attached.
She spent the morning in a rotation of brief meetings with certain staff members. Â Several generous parcels of coins sat in her desk drawer, and as one maid or under-butler came in, they left with their severance pay, instructions on when and how they should exit the Namaire estate and whether they would be getting a recommendation. Â Also, tears. Â They often left with tears.
Victore finally pushed her door open to stare down the line of servants sitting in a row of chairs against the wall.
âI have had quite enough of the crying,â Victoire stated coolly. âIt is unprofessional and is quickly dissolving any desire I have to impart pay and recommendation letters. Â I suggest leaving this moment if you plan on shedding tears in my office.â
The door clicked decisively behind her, shutting out the wide eyes and trembling lips.
Really. Â Trembling lips!
It was easier when Sabine was here. Â It was easier for Sabine. Â She could be the sweet and sympathetic one. Â Victoire was the authority, the hammer. Â She didnât mind.
It suited her.
Suitably threatened, the last of the fired maids and manservants passed in and out of her office with dry cheeks. Â Afternoon bent back high in the yellow sky before Victoire was finally left alone with her thoughts. Â Her office: cozy at about six paces in any direction, with a little worn desk, a velvet tufted chair on her side, and a plain wooden seat on the other. Â Neatly organized staff records in her desk drawers, a brand new blotter on the surface, and an elegant mother-of-pearl fountain pen. Â A gift.
Victoire pulled open her top drawer. Â She was half-startled by the palor of her own slim hand on the mahogany woodwork. Â She took out Sabineâs letter. Â Outside her half-open window, the stablemasters were discussing the plans for selling the estateâs horses. Â Not all of them could go; Precious, Marble Oracle, and Tantivy were all great sources of income as proven studs, and of course the work horses for the estateâs skeleton crew would stay. Â But the others would be sold.
Victoire looked back down at the letter.
âPerhaps I will transform back into a fine mare; dun-colored and white-maned with violets in my tail. Â I will run and run and leave nothing behind. Â I will be flotsam and jetsam on a cold summer breeze.â
There was no reply.
Victoire sighed. Â She pulled blank stationery out, and plucked the mother-of-pearl fountain pen from its stand. Â She would write to Sabine, and admit a preference for headscarves over hats for the Corvali sun.
After all, she would perhaps miss the girl. Â Perhaps.
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âTake a Look at Those Vocals.â {feat. @driftingjazzbard}
âKiss me
Out of the bearded barley
Nightly
Beside the green, green grassâŠâ
In her line of work, it pays to be a romantic. Â Unfortunately that does mean getting a little dreamy from time to time..she canât help it. Â And she didnât think anyone was watching.
âSwing, swing
Swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes
And I will
Wear that dressâŠâ
Thatâs what she thought. But oh how wrong she turned out to be.
The royals were returning from an excursion to a port town where they could acquire a fortitude of weapons, armor and valuable items. While no set date was in mind, they felt like a big battle would be ahead of them. Whether it be sooner or later, it was best to be prepared. It was on their carriage ride when they caught the sounds of someone singing nearby.
Stopping the horse, they paused for a moment and stepped down onto solid ground, silently agreeing to find out who this voice belonged to⊠and peeking around from behind a tree after tip-toeing to it in the least conspicuous manner possible, they found its owner.
âWow, sheâs quite the looker huh?â
âAnd singer as well⊠here I thought there was only one songstress roaming these landsâŠâ
The whole scene was terribly fairy tale, with Erin all starry eyed and playing her own accompaniment. Â Sheâd have considered it cliche if she knew it was going on at the time.
âOhhhh
Kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance
Silver moonâs sparklingâ
âSo kiss me.â
She was also going to be incredibly embarrassed, likely soon.
As she continued on, the princes found themselves becoming more and more entranced in the song she had to sing⊠going so far as to bob their heads to the rhythm. After that last lyric came some applause as the dark knight made their presence known.
âWell, I canât say we know each other to allow such intimacy but thank you for the offer.â
âIgnoring his attempt at flirting, youâre still quite talented⊠where did you learn your moves? And how to sing like that?â
âUh hi. Â Didnât someone teach you itâs bad manners to stare at people?â Â Or, you know, listen to them daydreaming from behind a tree, allowing them to completely and fully humiliate themselves?
She was more than a little embarrassed but it was a compliment. Â Theyâd liked her singing, which was good, she worked hard at that.
âEr, my big sister taught me, and the man sheâd eventually marry taught me how to play some instrumentsâŠthe rest I sort of picked up here and there.  Who are you, and uh, how long were you watching?â
âYeah, Leo. Thatâs rude and intrusive. How dare you do such a thing!â The longer-haired male teased, putting on the most smug face he could muster. His naturally high Skill allowed for a flawless execution of course.
âYes, wellâŠâ Shaking his head and ignoring his Hoshidan counterpart, the blond answered her question while attempting to retain his dignity.
âIâm Prince Leo of Nohr⊠my less than reputable associate here is Prince Takumi of Hoshido and we were just passing by⊠no more than a couple of minutes passed when we found you.â
She sort of started to feel bad for the little blonde one, that was some high grade sarcasm he apparently wasnât equipped to deal with.   And they hadnât done any harm, nor were they giving her crap for singing love songs behind a bush, soâŠhey.
âYeah wellâŠa little warning next time maybe?â
Oh. Â Dammit, they were royalty. Â Erin, as a habit, avoided royalty. Â For a pretty woman traveling alone, such associations tended to end in mysterious disappearances if taken up carelessly. Â They didnât seem like bad sorts, they hadnât gotten into her personal space or used the song as an invitation. Â Even so, she couldnât help a little wariness. Â It was how she was still alive.
âMy name is Erin, bard. Â Itâs a pleasure to meet your Highnesses Iâm sure.â
âErinâŠâ he repeated for clarity, letting the sounds flow out of his mouth and resound in his ears before continuing. âThe feelingâs mutual.â
âBut weâre not in a castle or anything so donât sweat the formalities.â Takumi casually remarked with a shrug, waving his hand to motion sweeping the matter aside. âYou from around here, Erin?â
âŠHe was young, wasnât he.  At least the blonde one was.  He talked as if he was listening to himself to check if it was impressive enough.  The other one seemed not to take himself as seriously, or seriously in a less formal way at least.
âI try to err on the side of caution when it comes to royalty, but if you say so.â Â Insisting on plain names could be good or it could be really bad. Â She stood up, strapping her guitar safely to the enormous pack she traveled with.
âNo, I donât live around here myself. Â Iâm a traveling bard, you see. Â Some bards retell old stories, I occasionally go find some new ones.â
âA bard, huhâŠâ The archer turned to his companion who stood with his arms folded behind his back, giving him a silent nod. Seemed like Takumi would be taking the lead for this little dialogue exchange. Hereâs hoping he didnât muck anything up.
âYouâre cautious of us, and Iâm sure you have your reasons⊠but what would you say if we offered you a job to perform not for us but for our people?â
So apparently only one of them could converse at a time?  That wasâŠa little weird.  Or, given the small amount of crap they were giving one another, it was to avoid bickering.  Who knew?
âIâm cautious of most royalty as a rule. Â In a lot of places they arenât very nice, and Iâm very pretty and would be easy to disappear.â Â Her siblings might miss her eventually, but they wouldnât know where to start looking for her either. Â Better to keep cautious and make sure she didnât disappear.
Their people?  LikeâŠnations?  âErâŠwell IâmâŠnot sure Iâm good enough for a whole national performanceâŠâ
âHuh? What do you mean, ânationalâ? Itâs not gonna be for a huge gathering of people or anything of that nature. I was talking more like, for a smaller group of soldiersâŠâ
âQuite.â Leo chimed in, hoping to take the pressure off the bardâs shoulders⊠even if just a tiny bit. âItâd be to build morale. In exchange, youâd be paid for your services of course.â
Well he was the one who said âtheir peopleâ like that, and they were princesâŠbut soldiers?  Like armies?  Sheâd wandered into a battleground, hadnât she?  Dammit.  Youâd have thought someone would mention that when she asked for local news, but no itâs all about Margerie running off with some priest and Clintâs cow strayingâŠshe loved small towns, but never for long periods of time.
WellâŠshe did do this to help people, soothe their emotions.
âIâd be happy to, just for a meal and a safe place to sleep though. Â And perhaps directions away from whatever battlefield youâre headed toward.â
âSounds like a deal to me. But youâre gonna get paid anyway, and youâre gonna accept it. No ifs or buts about it!â Takumi asserted, crossing his arms and shaking his head to prevent any further argument. Turning around, he saw Leo already holding the door open to the passengerâs carriage and inviting her.
âFor today, you ride with us. Letâs go.â
Stubborn, wasnât he? Â Royalty. Â There was a reason she typically avoided them. Â But he was insisting on paying her which was kind of nice.
âAs your highness insists.â Â Such a bossy way of having manners. Â Apparently the little Prince Charming one was still entranced by her face or something.
She entered the carriage as heâd commanded. Â Erin wasnât a big fan of commands, but sheâd agreed to do this and he was raised to it, it wasnât really his fault. Â âSo, Hoshido and Nohr have finally cut their decades-spanning pissing match?â
Exchanging glances, the boys blinked; neither having expected the woman to have that kind of vernacular. She wasnât wrong though.
Straightening himself, the dark knight cleared his throat and tried to answer as best he could without divulging too much. âSuffice it to say⊠the situationâs changed, and it requires us to cooperate, or else our kingdoms as we know them will succumb to ruin.â
Erin was pretty, but she was fairly crass sometimes. Â At least sheâd probably divested the little blonde one of his crush.
âIâm pretty sure everyone else in the world was aware of that. Â You were always heading toward mutual destruction until someone got the sense to make peace.â Â Not to mention all the surrounding nations just thought of them as ridiculous.
âHuhâŠâ While Leo wasnât the most keen on such speak about his kingdom, Takumi just propped his elbow on his side of the carriage and rested his cheek in his palm, more bemused than anything else.
âSpeaks an open mind without fear of consequence⊠I like this woman. Erin, right? Where do we find more like you?â
âWellâŠif you were going to do anything to me, weâre in your carriage.  Youâd have done it already, presumably.  And I always hear Hoshidens talking about how noble their nobility is, and Nohr has been whispering how their new crop of princes and princesses might put a stop to all the madness going on there.â
She stopped short of mentioning that would have to be after the current source of said madness had died. Â She could be crass, but she could never be said to be heartless or insensitive. Â Whatever cruelties sheâd heard of the current king of Nohr, he was the young prince Leoâs father.
âBut yes, Erin is my name, and I have three sisters, but oneâs married, one isnât interested in men, and oneâs awful so Iâm afraid youâre out of luck there.â
âStrike one, two and three. Guess weâre out.â Takumi answered with a crossing of his arms, childish pout following afterward.
âI think what Prince Takumi was alluding to is someone whoâd dare hold such a tone with the likes of royalty such as us. Many in your position whoâd rather have their tongues cut out than attempt to talk back to us. Such bravado⊠itâs commendable and foolhardy at the same time, depending on the circumstance.â
âIâm sure they would. Â For a lot of bards, earning a permanent position with someone like you or your companion here would be their ultimate goal, after all, so theyâd suck up. Â Iâm not interested in any kind of court position though.â
It might be foolhardy certainly, but if one of them was romantic enough to come out of the brush after listening to a girl play and try to play the charming prince, he probably wasnât going to hurt her, and sheâd rather have her tongue cut out by one of the men than bow and scrape.
If any of the pair was to be feared, it was the Nohrian royalty after all, given the nationâs reputation, and he was the one whoâd gone all romantic. Â Easy enough to believe the rumors that the royal children werenât that bad after hearing that.
âYes⊠Iâm well aware. Itâs⊠more of an annoyance than anything. Being introduced to many who would do just about everything to earn my favor⊠either for a seat of power or a hand in marriage. Quite bothersome, really.â
Takumi, being more in tune with the common man than actual royalty blinked incredulously. âSometimes I donât think you know just how good we have itâŠâ
âNo, no, I can get that. Â When youâre in a position like yours, you canât tell whoâs being honest with you or not. Â Whether or not someoneâs being kind or polite because thatâs truly how they are or because they want an in with royalty. Â And it sounds like itâd be impossible to find a nice lover, looks are already enough to start people lying about themselves, let alone power and status and such.â
Everyone had problems, and saying someone wasnât allowed feel bad about the problems their situation brought was just kind of ridiculous. Â Yes they were privileged, but their lives werenât perfect and they shouldnât be expected to act as such.
âI⊠guess so.â crossing his arms and humming in thought, he let his body teeter off to the side so that his shoulder would brush up his armrest in the carriage. Peering up and out of the window, he suddenly sat back up and saw that their campgrounds were in sight. With a smile he looked over to their guest and smiled.
âLooks like weâre here⊠you ready to see what the combination of Hoshido and Nohr can accomplish?â
Frankly if she had to pick a royally cranky guy itâd be Ponytail over there, but she kept that tidbit to herself.  They were alright, and much moreâŠnormal than sheâd anticipated.  Friendly and open.  It was almost odd.
âI think everyone in the regionâs been ready to see that for quite awhile.â The nations had bickered like children for as long as anyone could remember.
Even so seeing an armyâŠwell.  For the most part she didnât do stage fright, but playing for an amassed army was a little intimidating.
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lost in translation (an antoine griezmann imagine)
Summary: Antoine goes to a press conference and things donât go entirely to plan
She cleared her throat and tapped her foot nervously before sipping from her coffee flask. Press conferences were always boring. Always awkward and uncomfortable with the constant flash of photographersâ cameras, full of repetitive questions and repetitive answers discussing âhow exciting the next match was going to beâ and the ways in which âinternational football was developing up in such a brilliant and exciting directionâ. Boring, boring, so fucking boring.
When her boss had told her sheâd be interpreting for the Antoine Griezmann in a press conference prior to a France v. Portugal international friendly, sheâd been ecstatic. Not as an Atletico supporter, or as a football fan in general, but from a purely business-orientated point of view. Interpreting for one of the biggest names in football would do wonders for her (currently minute) clientele, and after getting fired from her last job teaching high school French, after a particularly embarrassing drunken episode at the end of term Christmas party, she was becoming increasingly desperate.
She shuffled the bundle of sheets in front of her and flipped through the pages. Team sheets in case she slipped up on any names, recent results for reference and a list of French and Portuguese idioms she had compiled the night before.
Youâd have to be deaf not to notice when he walked in. Photographers and journalists became restless and there was a sudden buzz around the room that hadnât existed before. âHi, Iâm Antoine. Nice to meet you.â He rattles off, approaching her side, before she gives off a tight-lipped smile, shakes his hand and tells him her name.
âIâm your interpreter for todayâs press conference. If you could give me a heads up of the kind of things you might be talking about, so I can plan and make some notes in advance, thatâd be great.â
And Antoine proceeds to rattle off a list of things that could and probably will come up, and she eagerly scribbles them down. Boring, logistical stuff mainly. Praise for the Portuguese team, a funny quip about his and Ronaldoâs ever-increasing rivalry, his hopes and aims for the rest of the season, the quashing of certain rumours regarding a move to ManchesterâŠ
He was attractive, there was no doubt about it. Â But her professionalism would have to take precedence, she reminded herself, unlike that brief stint at her old marketing job which had come to an abrupt end after being caught in the store cupboard in a rather compromising position with the cute young receptionist.
(Jeez, she really did have an issue with keeping a job.)
The press conference began without a hitch. In fact, he was so effortlessly charming and such a freaking media darling that she felt confident enough to say that it was going well.Â
Then came the crash. The skid when his chair jerked backwards followed by the thump when he fell to the floor and the grunt he emitted as his forehead smacked the table in front of him
And Jesus Christ, itâs awful and she kind of wants the ground to swallow her whole, because everyone leaps to their feet to assist him and gasps and calls for medical assistance (not overly dramatic at all, she thinks) and she has to turn away to stifle her laughter and cover her face to avoid getting photographed by some nosy journalist.
(Cruel, unsympathetic interpreter LAUGHS at Antoine Griezmann after he falls and injures himself at press conference: Watch the footage of her undignified, inappropriate response HERE.â She can imagine the tabloid headlines already.)
Maybe itâs a bad habit, maybe itâs a knee jerk reaction or maybe sheâs just a horrible, insensitive person, but there is nothing that makes her laugh quite like people falling over, and every time the scene replays in her head she feels like sheâs going to suffocate from laughter. The podium where their table is situated suddenly becomes flooded with people and she quickly rushes off to stand on the side lines with her manager.
âHey, whatâs the protocol for this kind of thing?â She asks him.
Antoine is laughing to himself, and shrugging to his agent whoâs frantically rubbing his head  and gesturing wildly and insisting to the journalists that heâs okay. âStop cackling,â Her manager, a big-whizz interpreter who hooked her up with this gig in the first place, shakes his head and fixes her with a glare. âCheck if heâs okay! Ask him if he needs a glass of water! Big name clients like him donât come often and we need you to stay in his good books!â He hisses, edging her back towards Antoine.
âHeâs fine! It was just a knock to the head.â She insists, and then picturing the fall in her brain again nearly sets her off all over again. âHeâll brush it off.â
âGo and speak to him.â He says sternly and she rolls her eyes in a stubborn huff.
She glances back up at the podium, where the crowd has dispersed and Antoineâs been taken to the side for a âshort recessâ. He has his back to her and after cursing under her breath, summons up the courage to tap him on the shoulder. âUm, Antoine?â
He turns around and smiles at her, and she canât tell if sheâs imagining the faint pink blush spreading across his cheeks as he stutters out a polite âHi.â
âAre you okay? After, you know-â
âAfter the fall?â He cuts her off humorously. âIâm fine, honestly. Nothing bruised but my ego. And maybe my head. I could have a concussion. And potential amnesia.â
âIt looked painful.â
He laughs, âIt was.â
Thereâs something about him that lulls her closer. She had spent last night watching a playlist of his interviews on Youtube, in a desperate last-minute attempt to pick up on the intricacies of his accent and become accustomed to his voice.
(It hadnât taken long.)
And while any sane woman (or man, letâs be honest) could see that he was friendly, attractive and charming, thereâs something about standing opposite next to him, face to face, that hadnât quite been the same through her laptop screen. Heâs confident but not arrogant and just so god damn pretty (Seriously, why do guys always have the nicest eyelashes?) and his eyes are almost as blue as his jersey. âSo, uh, a concussion?â
He nods humorously, before remarking drily, âIâm pretty sure Iâm seeing double.â
âHow many fingers am I holding up?â She holds up her middle finger jokingly and he bursts out laughing.
âIn all my years as a footballer, Iâve never been sworn at by an interpreter.â
âThereâs a first for everything.â
âTrue, true.â He chuckles. âNow, would it be incredibly cheesy to say that happened because I was falling for you?â
She splutters and feels her face grow hot. Because not only is he extremely attractive (even more so up close) but heâs smiling at her with a sparkle in his eyes and the smell of his aftershave is almost sending her under.
Professionalism, is the one word that spins around her brain upon the realisation that she kind of (read: really) fancies him. You need this job.
âIt would.â She stutters. âWould be massively inappropriate, is what Iâm saying.â
âAh.â He forces a smile, but itâs clear that heâs slightly disheartened. âWell, I should head back-â
âIt would be cheesy, yes. But, uh, I think it was a good joke.â
His face lights up again and she kicks herself internally for not stopping whatever this (him just being friendly, him flirting, her overthinking the entire situation?) is while she still had the chance. But heâs virtually beaming at this point and his eyes are crinkling slightly at the corners and she canât quite bring herself to shut him out entirely.
(It would be like kicking a puppy, she reasons. By responding Iâm just being a nice person. It has nothing to do with me being terrible and unprofessional and flirting with my client. Even she can tell that her justification is pretty shitty.)
âIâm glad you liked it. Was the first thing I thought of as I was cracking my skull open.â
She teases, âGod, youâre such a romantic.âÂ
âI am French, after all.â
âYou and your baguettes. And snails. And croissants.â
âOui, ma belle.â
Sheâs been listening to him speak French for the past twenty minutes and it hasnât had the slightest effect on her, but now sheâs pretty sure sheâs turned as red as her press lanyard and her tongue is lodged in her throat. âCould I, uh, possibly get your number, or email or something?â He stutters, and the difference between his confident flirting before and his broken, nervous question now is remarkable. âNot for like, dodgy reasons or anything. Just because I think youâre a really good, um, interpreter? And Iâd like to see you again. To do my press conferences. Nothing weird, of course.â
She narrows her eyes at him teasingly and smiles, putting her hand out expectantly which elicits a âhuh?â and a quizzical raise of his eyebrows.
âI need to write my number down somewhere, dummy.â
Antoine clumsily leans in and places his hand on top of hers, marvelling at the sight and the fact that it perfectly envelops her much smaller hand. âIâd be happy to offer my services to you again.â She says with a shy smile and small nod, before her face falls and she covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. âJesus Christ, that makes me sound like a fucking prostitute.â She whines.
He laughs again and his eyes crinkle up and if she could look at any one view for the rest of her life, sheâs pretty sure this would be it.
Soon enough the press conference is resumed (littered with many reiterations of something along the lines of âI feel fine, it was just a small fall, it wonât affect my gameâ) and the remaining 25 minutes fly by- sheâs not whether itâs due to the general quality of the conference improving or the fact that every now and then he throws her a small grin or bumps her knee with his under the table. Â
(And she canât help but think that getting fired from all her previous jobs was kind of a blessing in disguise.)
In the end, the journalists donât publish or even capture her almost pissing herself laughing while Antoine rubs his head in confusion on the floor of the podium.
For that, sheâs incredibly relieved.
Until she sees the cover of the Daily Telegraph the following morning:Â Interpreter at France National Team press conference seen SWEARING at Antoine Griezmann.Â
And in the photograph, sheâs stood there, smirking at him sarcastically with her middle finger waving proudly in the air.
Shit.
(Guess sheâd be job hunting again.)
A.N.: wanted to write something about Griezmann for so long and v happy Iâve finally got something up!!!! hope you like it, please let me know what you think!! as usual, please have a nosy at my masterlist and send in requests you might have!! <3 xxx
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