#Chanel Pour Monsieur

[museenkuss]

O' beautiful and wise muse of perfumery, I call upon you for aid; do you have any recommendations on men's perfumes for a hot guy I'm not-so-subtly trying to flirt with?

Hi love!!!! While I do like men’s fragrances, I like them mainly through the lens of them being worn by women, so I’m not sure I can be of any help here. Especially since I don’t know the man.

I’m happy to try, though!🌹🪽

The classics: Bleu de Chanel, Allure Homme Sport de Chanel, Terre d’Hermes. All more on the fresh side. The two Chanel’s are massively popular which could be good (likeable scent) or bad (if he’s afraid of being perceived as “basic”). I get the hype, though. And Hermes is a Darling and known for both being relatively easy to wear (depends on the guy, his age and personality of course) and still being sophisticated. Chanel’s Platinum Égoïste is also very chic imo and more on the fresh side.

If he likes refreshing, cool-water scents, I’d recommend trying L’Eau par Kenzo pour Homme, L’Eau d’Issey pour Homme or Aqua di Giò pour Homme (the frosted EdT from 1996). These are also all classics. The Gaultier Beaus (Le Beau and Le Beau Paradise) are also lighter/refreshing, but a little sweeter than the previous ones.

If he’s more of a “here I am” type, he could try Fucking Fabulous by Tom Ford. One Million by Pack Rabanne is also a scent in that direction, very loud, but I personally find it a little too sweet and cloying. If he is more of a young, popular, clubby type of guy, One Million might work for him, though! It really depends. I think many Tom Fords are both extroverted and young/clubby, if that’s his thing that might be worth checking out? Also Gaultier Le Male, of course, if he’s into the 90s clubbing OGs. That or the flankers always works, I feel — but again he might feel like they’re overplayed (or not his style). Same with Eros by Versace which gets a pretty bad rep in the “fragrance community” (opinionated YouTubers), but I personally don’t hate it? For more modern options, I’d maybe try Scandal pour Homme and that little robot boy from Paco Rabanne. I haven’t tried them yet but I feel like they might be fun.

If he likes sweeter scents, he could try L’Homme Ideal by Guerlain, Dior Homme Intense, or Spicebomb by Victor & Rolf. I’ve also heard interesting things about Luna Rossa Black by Prada, L’Homme Prada and the Valentinos, but haven’t tried them yet. They look really hot though I have to admit.

Scents that really get to me personally are égoïste by Chanel, Antaeus by Chanel, Fat Electrician by Etat Libre d’Orange, La Fin du Monde by Etat Libre d’Orange and Habit Rouge by Guerlain. These are however all a little opulent, old fashioned/“for older men” or unisex (or multiple of these). That’s what makes them hot to me, but depending on the guy he might not be into that.

[mistydeyes]

perfumes i think the 141 boys enjoy

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summary: Scent is one of the most powerful senses, so what kind of fragrance do the 141 boys + Alejandro like on their significant other?

pairing: 141 x Reader

warnings: none

a/n - i also work for a perfume company so I've had a couple of ideas about what scents the boys like :)

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price - loves expensive, smokey scents on anyone. imagine the scents of a fresh cigar-that's what price wants in a fragrance. notes like pepper, leather, tobacco, cedar wood, and iris will make him crumble.

masculine

oud wood - tom ford notes: oud wood, sandalwood, chinese pepper

osmanthe kodoshan - maison crivelli notes: leather, tobacco, sichuan pepper, apricot, peach

functional fragrance - the nue co. notes: cardamom, iris, palo santo, cilantro

unisex

hinoki fantôme - boy smells notes: tobacco leaves, oak moss, and smoked leather

jazz club - maison marigela notes: pink pepper, rum, tobacco

lumière d’iris - veronique gabai notes: rose, iris, cedarwood, amber

feminine

baccarat rouge 540 - maison francis kurkdjia notes: jasmine, ambergris, saffron, cedar wood

cuir béluga - guerlain notes: leather, powder, vanilla

platinum 22 - floris london notes: rose, violet leaf, blackcurrant, oat, black tea

soap - woodsy, floral scents are soap's surprising pick. it brings back memories of the scottish countryside, adventuring in the woods and smelling the fresh flowers his mam had. notice notes of herbs (sage, rosemary, mint), lavender, and violet.

masculine

sauvage - dior notes: pepper, amberwood, bergamot, powder

h24 - hermès notes: clary sage, narcissus, rosewood

new york wall street - bond no.9 notes: sea kale, cucumber, lavender, ambergris, vetiver

unisex

voodoo chile - dries van noten notes: rosemary, patchouli, hemp

libre - yves saint laurent notes: lavender, musk

dirty grass - heretic notes: black pepper, lemon, hemp, violet

feminine

melancholy thistle - jo malone london notes: thistle, english ivy, cool wood

portrait of a lady - frédéric malle notes: frankincense, black currant, raspberry, patchouli

la tulipe - byredo notes: tulips, cyclamen, fressia, rhubarb

gaz - FLORAL CITRUS will make this man fall in love with you. it reminds him of a warm summer day sitting in the grass and smelling flowers. look for summery fragrances with notes of citrus, lemon, sage, and fresh herbs.

masculine

bleu de chanel - chanel notes: citrus, labdanum, sandalwood, cedar

polo black - ralph lauren notes: iced mango, lemon, tangerine, sandalwood, sage, patchouli

l'homme - yves saint laurent notes: bergamot, ginger, cedar wood, vetiver

unisex

cactus garden - louis vuitton notes: maté, bergamot, lemongrass

velvet cypress - dolce & gabbana notes: pine, lemon zest, bergamot, clary sage

eau de campagne - sisley notes: grass, citrus, herbs, jasmine, lily of the valley

feminine

brazilian crush cheirosa 62 - sol de janeiro notes: pistachio, almond, sandalwood, heliotrope, jasmine

her blossom - burberry notes: mandarin, plum blossom, sandalwood

flora gorgeous jasmine - gucci notes: mandarin, jasmine, magnolia, sandalwood

ghost - likes a light, musky scent! he loves when a scent adds to a person's natural smell (he hates sugary, gourmand scents). ingredients like musk, ambrox, pepper, sandalwood catch his eye as he pictures fresh sheets and a rainfall in a forest.

masculine

geranium pour monsieur - frédéric malle notes: mint, aniseed, sandalwood, geranium, frankincense

atlantis - blu atlas notes: orris, oak moss, violet, musk, ambrette seed

gentleman - givenchy notes: pear, lavender, patchouli

unisex

glossier you - glossier notes: pink pepper, iris, ambrette seeds, ambrox

not a perfume - juliette has a gun notes: ambergris

santal 33 - le labo notes: violet cardamom, cedar wood, iris, ambrox

feminine

missing person - phlur notes: musk, bergamot, jasmine, neroli, sandalwood

golden nectar - nest notes: florals, orchid, amber, musk

apollonia - xerjoff notes: white floral, orris butter, white musk

extra! alejandro - if ghost likes it simple and light, then alejandro is the exact opposite. he loves when he can smell someone's fragrance across the room. focus on bold fragrances with spicy notes of nutmeg, myrrh, and rum that is mixed with the gourmand of vanilla, almond, and tonka bean.

masculine

the last day of summer - gucci notes: cedarwood, cypress, nutmeg, patchouli, vetiver

bibliothèque - byredo notes: peach, peony, violet, leather, patchouli, vanilla

london myrrh & tonka - jo malone notes: almond, vanilla, myrrh, lavender, honey

unisex

tobacco vanille - tom ford notes: tonka bean, vanilla. cacao

dark rum - malin + goetz notes: anise, plum, leather, rum, patchouli, amber

tao dao - diptyque notes: sandalwood, cedar, cypress, myrte

feminine

lost cherry - tom ford notes: black cherry, tonka bean, almond

brazil aroma - costa notes: white jungle flora, orange oil, pink pepper, bourbon, vetiver, patchouli

babylon - penhaligon's notes: saffron, nutmeg, coriander, cedar wood, vanilla, cypriol

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[eagna-eilis]

Lestat Watches Star Wars

Louis, viens t'asseoir dans la chambre television! Daniel has informed me that I must watch these masterpieces of the modern cinema... called Les Guerres D'Etoilles... you see this little boy, hm? i believe he will grow up to be most maniacal! MON DIEU regarde the red hornéd one as he twirls his rapier of fire! Louis, what is this, 'ow you say, 'podracing'? Is this a new mortal diversion? I should like to try it!

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Mon cher, I do not understand why you are not paying attention - is the beauty of Monsieur McGregor not enough to draw your eye? Is he not your type, so blonde and charmant ...I neither understand nor trust these bourgeois politiciens d'espace at all... Oh, Louuuuuuuiiiisss regarde the beautiful dresses worn by Mademoiselle Padmé, she is trés elegante! Louis, what is a 'clone'? ...PUTAIN DE MERDE the heroic boy has slain tout les Raiders Tuskens! Les hommes, les dames, ET LES ENFANTS! Louis, I do not think that Mademoiselle Padmé should marry this brute, he is 'bad news' as the mortals say... WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW HOW SHE FEELS?! PUT DOWN THE PROUST AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!

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Ah, Louis, I can feel myself becoming attached to Monsieur Williams' belle musique. C'est most expressive, non? I feel for Petit Ani, he suffers at the thought of his beloved dying. Ah, would that he could bestow upon her the Dark Gift! ...LOUIS THEY HAVE OPERA IN THE GALAXIE LOINISSIMENT! ...oh SACRE BLEU Petit Ani has been flambéed! I can, 'ow you say, hardcore relate? Ah, so you are listening to me! What do you mean that if I was in space I would be a Sith Lord? that is most unkind, cher, most unkind indeed! Hmph!

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C'est le temp pour le quatrieme! Un Espoir Nouveau! ahahaha Louis we should get an amusing little talking robot, non, come Le Err-doux-dee-doux et Le Cee-trois-pay-zero! oh mon cœur regarde the sunset, but double! How I understand Luc Marche-Etoilles, he longs to leave his sandy Auvergne for the bright lights of Tosche Station! Louis, what is a power converter? Louis, why do they fight poorly with their rapiers of fire when not three films ago they were wielding them with preternatural grace? ...Louis why did the furry one not receive an accolade from La Princesse?

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Oh, Louuuuuiiiisss regarde the handsome Monsieur Solo in his coat d'hiver! He is such a dashing rogue! He loves to be told how bad he is! Il est trés sexy. Oh, Louis, don't pout with la jalousie. ...ugh, Lou, may we please do the fast-forward? I do not like this business in the swamp, and I think you know why. No, I don't know how to work the controller-remote - you must do it. PUTAIN SACRÉ THE EVIL BEAST IS THE FATHER OF BRAVE LUC! ...what do you mean we knew that already? We did not! I am shocked, Louis, SHOCKED I tell you... Why are you laughing at me? Oh, nevermind, I do so love to hear your laugh.

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Louis, doesn't Monsieur Le Hutt remind you of Alderman Fenwick? Bahahaha, yes, Princesse! Strangle him! Oh, what a lark! ...Louis why do L'Empire continue to create these Etoilles de Morts when clearly they are no match for the magical powers of Luc, especially now that he is aided in confidence by wearing the most beguiling boots from Madame Chanel's fine atelier? ...Mon cher we could not trust you amongst those petits Chewbaccas, I fear you would eat them! ...sniff... sniffle... no Louis I'm not crying, there's just blood leaking from my eyes... just... I'm glad that Ani and Luc reunited... sniffle...

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Louis, I do not understand what you mean. How can a mouse grab cash? Its petit souris paws could not hold more than a few centimes! ...hush now, mon chou, it is beginning ...Louis the delectable pilot and the beautiful ex-infantryman, they are supposedly 'just friends'. Mais ce n'est pas vrai, unless they are 'just friends' the same way you and I are 'just friends'! ...NON! NON NON NON! The beautiful Monsieur Solo has been slain by the fiery claymore of his own progeny! Que triste! Que Shakespearean! Though I for one wouldn't mind being impaled by Jeune Solo's claymore if you catch my... OW LOUIS DO NOT ELBOW ME IN THE RIBS! ARRÊT!

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Loooooouuuuuuiiiiiiissssss, viennnnnnnnn, it is time for Les Derniers Jedi! OH MON DIEU Luke Skywalker, he is a hermit! Dedicated to his dying faith! Did you know Armand was comme ça when we met? Lou, do you think the petit Jedi and Jeune Solo should be lovers? L'internet is most divided on this, 'ow you say, sheeeep. Very well, declare me problematique if you must! Would L'Internet sheep us, pense-tu? Ce qui sera notre Sheep Name? Je pense qu'il y a 'Loustat'.

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...Louis zis one has more inconsistencies du narrative than yours and Daniel's infernal book! Le Chancellor, 'e 'as returnéd. Somehow. SOMEHOW. Ou est my beloved Rose, une femme trés capable and courageouse? Putain de merde, zis is an abomination! Treasure hunt aprés treasure hunt! I cannot continue! I refuse! I will consult Notre Propre Archive for a superior conclusion! Bon nuit!

[princetorn]

Royce’s manifestations are usually accompanied by the scent of gasoline, burnt rubber, cigarette smoke, fresh sweat, blood, Brylcreem and cologne – the cologne being outdated or old-fashioned by modern standards.  In life, there were three fragrances he commonly reached for:  

1. Occasionally, he helped himself to his father’s bottle of Pinaud Clubman.  It is scented with orange, sour-sweet lemon, bergamot, geranium, lavender, jasmine, patchouli, musk, oakmoss and vanilla. 2. His go-to was Knize Ten, known to be James Dean’s preferred cologne.  It carries notes of bergamot, petitgrain, galbanum, tarragon, carnation, iris, jasmine, orange blossom, clove, leather, patchouli, sandalwood, vetiver, musk and vanilla. 3. Finally, Royce received a bottle of Chanel Pour Monsieur for his sixteenth birthday and tended to wear it on special occasions.  Scent notes include verbena, neroli, orange, cardamom, coriander, basil, ginger, oakmoss and cedar.

[philippebresson]

Je serai bientôt à l'antenne avec un Drôle de Coco, pas de chez Chanel non, plutôt du genre Coco-Bel-Œil 👁️ Un dur à cuire difficile à faire fondre au premier regard même si, d'abord à feu doux (et non à l'étouffée, surtout pas !), puis en maintenant une température à cœur pendant quelques minutes, il finit par se révéler (rêve ailé) tendre à souhait.

Il faut dire qu'il est notamment connu pour avoir été un boucher sanguinaire au cinéma (Delicatessen), ainsi qu'un Dragon et quelques monstres/monstresses au théâtre (300 pièces et une seule vie !).

Peut-être l'avez-vous croisé à La Grande Eugène à l'époque, Fassbinder et sa bande n'avaient d'yeux que pour sa "Toute Méchante" (aurait dit Genet) et délicieuse créature, Erna von Scratch.

Je serai donc sur les ondes de France Culture du 13 au 17 novembre (20h-20h30 chaque soir), en direct différé du Musée des Arts forains et en compagnie de Monsieur Dreyfus JC (Jessy), qu'on appelle aussi MC Rictus dans les milieux les plus interlopes, tant il a contribué à redonner vie à la verve révolutionnaire du poète Gabriel Randon de Saint-Amand plus connu sous le nom de Jehan Rictus.

"Jean-Claude Dreyfus, anatomie d'un joueur"

(À voix nue - France Culture)

Du 13 au 17 novembre 2023

20h-20h30

Philippe Bresson

https://www.radiofrance.fr/personnes/philippe-bresson

[titleleaf]

please... i saw the movie the sweet smell of success but they didnt tell me what smell it was so i come crawling to you my expert in sweet smells friend... whats the sweet smell of success... which perfume screams HUNSECKER...

First of all: I love you.

Second of all: oh my god... this movie is a scentstravaganza and I'm obsessed with how contemporaries thought the word "smell" was too vulgar/that it underscores something about Falco's character when I'm here like, please,

I almost feel weird giving Hunsecker his ska-assigned perfume (assigned perfume at birth) because he's such a next-level snob that I'm afraid but in addition to just so so so many cigarettes, I could see maybe Chanel Pour Monsieur. Whatever he wears it's incongruous with him looking absolutely yoked under those suits but also being a graceful motherfucker. He might also be an Eau d'Hermes guy. Whatever it is, it's incongruously delicate with all of that man's evil beef. Any sillage it has miraculously vanishes until you're right up in his personal space and then it blindsides you. Susie bought it for him, probably, and it's weird.

If he were a modern fragrance, ughhhh that's much more challenging bc the whole range of men's fragrance has massively diversified in the intervening decades. I wanna cry just thinking about it.

Falco smells like English Leather but slightly too much of it. Susan is actually really challenging because she *does* possess her own personality and sensuality but so much of her life is circumscribed by J.J. -- maybe L'Air du Temps but my brain is fucked because I now own like 4 separate bottles of L'Air du Temps because its superfans in the area keep dying and having estate sales about it.

[distopea]

@nezumivc103221

50s Mads: What is his fav brand of cigarettes? What type/brand of alcohol does he drink the most? How does he style his hair? Does he use any hair products? Does he use cologne? What kind? Which brand? How often does he shave? 📝

Cigarettes brand, and his favorite: 

Since the WWII, Mads is used to smoke the common cigarettes for soldiers, aka the Lucky Strike brand. They were free during her military service, and somehow he got pretty much accustomed to the taste. They are not very much tasteful though, but they do the job in terms of nicotine. 

After the rebrand of a few labels for the cancer care in the 50s, Mads discovered the Marlboro brand, along with the Winston. They became his favorite for both the packaging and the taste that felt less harsh on the tongue than the Lucky Strike. That was also the first time he tried cigarettes with filters. 

Brand of alcohol he drinks the most: 

Mads is not a heavy drinker, but with the effects of war and his police job, he tends to have a few glasses of whisky during the week. He defaults to what he knows best, a few Scottish brands he appreciates for its taste and has discovered thanks to his father: the Glen Morey and the Laphroaig. 

Both of these whiskies are very much smoky, even peaty. Mads prefers when they have a strong flavor in general and doesn’t like honeyish kind of whisky. 

With his colleagues and whenever he goes out, Mads appreciates to drink beers. Once again, he doesn’t appreciate when they are too light (like the Heinekein brand). The American beers are often tasteless, but he likes the Millers and the Schlitz. 

Hair routine: 

He’s lucky enough to have a good hair condition. Mads’ black hair is thick, with strong roots, and he doesn’t lose it at all. He washes them twice a week, depending on how much he needs. He’s not very conscious of hair routine or care, so he only uses popular brands of shampoo like Sunsilk or Supersoft. For his body, just a large block of soap is enough. 

Cologne: 

He appreciates wearing cologne, but will only put some for his dates. Mads likes woody aroma for his perfume, preferring something with a rather imposing musk, so he doesn’t need to put too much of it. 

His favorite cologne is Chanel Pour Monsieur, that he has discovered when he was in France during the war. 

Shaving: 

Mads shaves everyday. He likes to have his cheeks clean and hairless, and it’s quite more recommended for his work. His beard grows quickly, so even if his beard hair are pretty short after one day, he still prefers to shave it every morning. 

[britishminds]

pour monsieur

BRAND: CHANEL PARIS TYPE: EAU DE TOILETTE CONCENTREE PRICE: USD $98 SIZE AVAILABLE: 100ML *NOTES* TOP / HEAD MANDARIN ORANGE LAVENDER PETITGRAIN HEART CARDAMOM NUTMEG BASE VANILLA OAKMOSSOPOPONAX VETIVER

[missanthropicprinciple]

Chanel Pour Monsieur Concentree

This men’s cologne is very special to me. My dad used to wear this and few things instantaneously bring me back to memories of him like this fragrance. Created by Jacques Polge it was launched in 1989. As I understand it, it was reformulated in 2016 without the Oakmoss, as that has been phased out of fragrances due to allergy concerns, but I’m not completely certain. Although I haven’t tested the most recent formulation of this scent, which dates back to 1955, I can’t imagine it’s quite as heavenly as the 1989 eau de toilette.  

When I put this on my wrist today to test it for the sake of this review, many things come to my mind. I can hear Roxy Music’s Avalon, I imagine my father in a casual pinstripe button-down making profiteroles in the tiny kitchen we had for 19 years. I’m sitting in the living room watching Star Wars in the early 90s while the adults sip J. Roget Spumante in the dining room. 

The top notes of mandarin orange and lavender create a haunting mix with bitter petitgrain. He loved the smell of freshly peeled oranges. Cardamom and Nutmeg form the heart notes, ironically spices he loved to cook with. After a while, the vanilla and oakmoss base notes linger, but those familiar smells become delightfully smoky with the opoponax and earthy with the vetiver. 

If you can get a hold of an old 1989 bottle I highly recommend it. While it’s marketed for men, I feel like anyone can wear it. It does seem to me to be a “masculine” scent but I don’t think that matters much. It’s so beautiful and can be worn at any time of the day, though I think it’s best worn at night. 

[bisexualgirlfriend]

girls who wear men's colognes are more powerful than god

[chyprethandirt]

Pour Monsieur by Chanel

[foxilayde]

May I'm ask what bisexual sugar baby icon Rydal Keener smells like?👀👀

Chanel’s Pour Monsieur EDT (1955)

There’s a modern reformulation that smells very similar, but with less oakmoss (which is nice because I don’t know if it’s the fermentation of the old ingredients over 60 plus years or what, but that oakmoss can get funky and it also makes it smell kind of “dated”. Idk, I think a lot about certain notes evoking the scents of generations and oakmoss is to grandpas what adelhydes are to grandmas. But if Rydal was a real dude and still rolling around, he’d be fucking with the original formula, grandpa oakmoss and all.)

Anyway I’m not selling it, am I? Funky oakmoss?? Depends on what you like! I find this to be a really lovely scent that has a watery burst of lemon and neroli, ginger and cardamom at the heart, and vetiver and oakmoss at the base. It’s perfect for Mediterranean summers, sun bleached hair, mod polos, and acetate sunglasses. Watch-wearing gentlemen with high waisted trousers and shoes that make clicking sounds on Grecian stone steps. Date night to daytime, it’s the only fragrance a sweet-talking bachelor needs. Pour Monsieur is a fresh contrast of the typical leathery/spicy offerings of the time which fits well with Rydal’s come-what-may finesse. It’s approachable and unique, and I bet it pairs well with cigarette smoke.

[[Very important that it’s the EDT and not the EDP— the edp has a vanilla that I feel gunks up the breezy flow of the fragrance. ]]

[disgruntledkittenface]

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thank you @twopoppies @evilovesyou and @crinkle-eyed-boo for tagging me! I have finally written enough to have an actual snip to share from my Grace Kelly AU:

The Maillots are waiting by the entrance, the older couple nearly as opposing as the structure behind them, but first Louis and Harry have to make their way past the small group of photographers, which Harry now notices includes Hélène, and several officials from each palace, including Liam and a couple of reps from the social office. Protocol doesn’t dictate it, but Harry walks a pace or two behind Louis, letting him greet people first. He thinks he catches an approving nod from the first lady out of the corner of his eye, but he’s not sure.

“Monsieur le président,” Louis says as they approach, sounding genuinely thrilled to see him. Maybe he should have been the actor in the family. “How lovely to see you again.”

“Your Highness.” The president inclines his head, just barely nodding at Louis and then Harry. His suit is dark gray and obviously expensive, very similar to Louis’ usual attire, unlike his sour expression. “Of course, you remember my wife, Marie.”

“Bien sûr,” Louis says, all smiles as he shakes the man’s hand before gesturing toward Harry. “Antoine, Marie, may I present my husband, Harry?”

“Bonjour,” Marie says, extending a limp hand as she looks Harry up and down. She looks more like she’s playing dress-up as a first lady than the real thing, with her Chanel suit and helmet hair. “Félicitations pour votre mariage.”

Harry smiles and nods as he takes her hand, understanding the gist of her greeting if not all of the actual words, and throws a panicked look at Louis.

“English, today, I’m afraid,” Louis says, placing his hand on Harry’s hip. “Harry is still learning the language.”

“Ah,” Marie says, literally looking down her nose at Harry. Her accent isn’t as thick as Harry expected, and he wonders if she knew he didn’t speak French. “English it is.”

“Shall we?” Antoine gestures toward the door.

Before they have a chance to reply, Liam quickly approaches Louis’ side.

“Pardon, Your Highness,” he says in a hushed tone. “If we could have you pose for a few photos before we proceed inside?”

It turns out to be more than a few photos, as everyone has an opinion on who should stand next to who. They pose first with the two heads of state in the middle, flanked by their spouses, and then in different variations of the two couples side by side. It reminds Harry of the time he had a threesome with an ex-boyfriend and one of their friends, all of the trying to figure out who should go where, but he saves that thought to tell Louis later. After everyone is satisfied (and Harry smothers a laugh at the unspoken pun), he and Marie follow Louis and Antoine into the palace. 

“Your pearls are lovely,” Marie remarks. She lifts a brow as she continues, “They can do such wonderful things with imitation these days.”

“Actually,” Louis says, turning his head to wink at Harry, “they’re Harry Winston.”

“Ah.” Marie presses her lips in a thin line, following her husband into a large sitting room. 

It’s hard not to crane his neck and gawk at their surroundings; the ceilings are high and the walls are a soft cream splashed with gold overlay. There’s an oversized abstract painting on one wall and Harry is dying to know who chose it because it certainly wasn’t one of their hosts. Louis clears his throat, and Harry snaps to attention, crossing the room to sit next to Marie on a couch opposite from their husbands. They sit in silence as a butler pours tea from the elegant service laid out on the table. 

“As I tried to say earlier, Your Highness,” Marie says once the butler has excused himself, “congratulations on your wedding.”

“Yes,” Antoine adds, “we are very regretful that we could not be there.”

“Yes, that would have been lovely,” Harry says, not giving Louis a chance to reply. He’s got this. “The religious ceremony, the televised one, was nice, but it was the civil ceremony that was really special. It would have been an honor to have you there with our friends and family.”

“Ah, yes,” Antoine says, nodding. The hint of a smile plays at the corner of his lips. “We had a small wedding ourselves. We quite preferred it.”

“I believe I had the pleasure of meeting your granddaughter at the reception,” Harry says, looking between Antoine and Marie. “Madeleine?”

He can practically see the couple’s walls come down at the mention of their granddaughter; the two exchange amused smiles.

“Unlike us, our Madeleine is never one to miss a party,” Marie says, turning to face Harry. “My daughter told me she had a wonderful time.”

“I’m so glad to hear it,” Harry says warmly. “You know, sir, she told me a story about you and your brother, and now that we’re here, I have to ask if it’s true.”

Antoine chuckles, gesturing with his hand for Harry to continue.

“Apparently the two of you look so much alike that there are times when he’s walking the grounds here at the palace and people greet him as if he were you? Even the security guards?”

“It is all true,” Marie says, her gray eyes twinkling as she rests a hand on Harry’s. “He and Xavier are practically twins, and very close as well so he visits often.”

She starts telling another story about the two brothers and Antoine interjects with details she’s forgotten. Harry glances over at Louis to see him raising his teacup in toast to him.

I’ll tag @absoloutenonsense @jacaranda-bloom @kingsofeverything @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @brightgolden @justalarryblog @louandhazaf and @allwaswell16

[museenkuss]

Yes, Chanel Bleu etc but I’ve been keeping a little sample strip of Pour Monsieur on my desk for over a week now and whenever I sniff it my stomach clenches with the strangest bittersweet longing. Shivering in delight.

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Can I Come Home {Atticus (lovecraft country) Fic}

Atticus Freeman x Black Reader 

Warnings: smut (21+)

(Ayida-Weddo is a loa of fertility, rainbows, wind, water, fire, and snakes)

(Atticus wants to come home after his little adventures. Reader isn’t having it.)

The incessant knocking at your door pulled you out of your concentration on rolling the last bit of your hair. It had been a week of perms and presses. You were more than ready to listen to your vinyls and relax by yourself away from the troubles of whatever was going on in this hell of a country. 

The person at the other end of this door had other plans for you apparently and as an adventurous woman living alone you weren’t about to take any chances.

You grab the small pistol out of your brown fur coat on the rack and closed your eyes as your fingertips begin to spark little flames. 

As you slowly creak the door open, Tic lowers his glasses and his face comes into view. 

You let out a deep sigh of relief as you lower the pistol to the ground and the fire simmered down. 

“BOY! You play too much knocking on my damn door at this hour of the night! I almost blew your ass clean to Mississippi, Atti !  I figured you’d drag yourself here after you finished parading around God knows where else with Miss Letitia Fucking Lewis.” you say reluctantly unlatching your screen door to look at your ex boyfriend face to face. 

Even in the moonlight you could still see the bronze glow cascading from his sculpted cheeks, to his beautiful broad nose, and down to his cupids bow. He was standing there biting at his plump bottom lip nervously while awaiting you.

“Whoa . HEY. HEY . HEY!” He yelled with his hands up as he ducked down. 

“Now, baby look, i-” Tic stammers across his words trying to plead his case as you press the cold bottle of Cola to your reddened lips as you give him the cold shoulder. 

You shook your head and closed your eyes to summon snakes around his ankles as he hopped side to side kicking off the illusions.

“Town is small, Atti. Everybody talks. A postcard to know that your knucklehead ass is still alive would’ve been nice. But to hear from Betty with the uneven bob at the salon that you’re back in town running around with Leti of all people. You know good and well we haven’t seen eye to eye since junior high. I know we broke up but that don’t mean you had to disappear on me like that. Your triflin behind ain't no good Atti-. Why are you even here?” You ask him pointedly instead of going off on your tangent. 

The audacity of him to show up after months of barely 3 postcards from him and a few dodgy and quick calls in the middle of night spewing all types of things about monsters and shapeshifters and both kinds of wizards. 

He grabs you gently around the arms and presses a soft kiss to your lips while holding your chin between his fingers. 

“Just wanted to see you, that’s all.” He says simply in that tone he uses when he wants you to let him inside. Granted, you knew you were gonna let him inside and come inside but you wanted to watch him sweat. 

“I should summon rain over your head...You hungry?” 

After huffing and puffing you decide to ease the screen door open fully so that he could embrace you properly.

You turn your head and his kiss lands on your cheek instead. His gaze fell upon you intensely as he caressed over your cheek where his lips had been moments before. Atticus’s gaze falls from your warm oak coloured eyes to your neck, to your collarbones, and down further where your robe was slightly open and the neckline of your silk red gown had fallen lower. 

You lean in to breathe into his long black coat. The Chanel Pour Monsieur that you gifted to him before he left for the war evaded your senses. You hiss softly before smiling against him, feeling his large calloused and frigid hands run up the back of your thighs to cup under your butt and lift you onto him. 

“What, you run around all summer and come back here in the winter when you're cold and lonely and realize that she wasn’t gon’ stick around? Is that it? Your summer fling is back on the road?”  you question with a huff and a roll of your eyes. 

He chuckles deeply and shakes his head as he walks with you still wrapped around him into your small quiet little cozy candlelit home with Ella Fitzgerald , These Foolish Things playing softly in the background. 

“Town talk goes both ways, baby. I heard you were playing backseat bingo with Martin Thompson, the preacher? Really?” he questions as he licks over your neck and jawline pressing kisses along the way.

“And what is there for a lonely young woman to do when her man writes her a letter trying to rationalize falling in love with a goddamn ninetail fox. I saw Letitia coming. Seen that a mile away. I knew there would be women and men along the way for us. But, a fox, well baby you had me beat on that one. A descendant of Ayida-Weddo herself wasn’t enough? Bible Boy was good to me. He would make sure I made it home safe and sound every night from the shop. Bought me that fur coat and everything.” you say and he drops his head with a chagrined expression. 

Atticus sits you down on your own two feet and looks at you for a moment. Both of his hands on your hips.

“And what did you do for him, hmm?” He asks tracing his hands over the ties of your robe letting it fall open in one swoop.

“You really wanna know?” You scoff and swat at his hands for asking such a witless and invasive question. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” he whispers before lowering to his knees. He places one of your shea butter lathered feet in his hand kissing it softly before moving to the other.

Atticus wraps his strong arms around your waist and kisses your belly button. 

You push his mouth from suckling open mouth kisses onto your clothed mound and saunter away from him and over to the record player.

You search through the collection until you reach Big Mama Thornton. You laugh to yourself as “Hound Dog” starts to echo throughout the room.

“You’re ever the jokester ain’t you?” Atticus says with a laugh of his own as you sway your hips to the music and dance over to him.

“Dance with me” you call out to him as he comes up behind you and you gasp at the feeling of how hard he is just from caressing you moments before.

He meets your movements grinding with a shimmy of his own as he matches your movements of doing the twist and you sway your hips flush against him. His hands ghost against your thighs again and up your body. He takes note that you’re not wearing anything under your silk nightgown. 

Atticus  caresses over your breasts carefully massaging over the almond coloured buds as you let out a soft moan and place your hands over his.

You turn your head to kiss him again this time less innocently than before as you guide his hands in yours and slide them down your body while never losing the beat of the song. 

Goosebumps begin to pepper your skin  and your breath hitches as his hands settle between your thighs. He brings his fingers to his mouth before moving between your legs again.

Atticus’s nails drag softly up your left thigh as he grips it and brings you closer to feel how he’s already hardening for you. You ride his hand for a moment trying to control your temperature that’s already too high for the average human body. 

The flames of the candles dance as your excitement and wetness heightens and you tap against his thigh to warn him. 

He laughs deeply as he works over your clit skillfully and methodically. “I remember” he says simply and your eyes roll back as you utter the word “out” assertively. 

All of the candles burn out instantly and you revel in the feeling of his fingers treating your body and your flower like a Shenzhen Nongke Orchid. 

“You’re two seconds away from making me nut in my trousers like we’re back in your dorm all over again.” he mumbles while nipping at your neck and your deep dark chestnut eyes slowly fade to a golden hue to a soft glow of scarlett red.  

You nod giving him your consent as you lay over the couch. You wiggle your ass in the air , knowing that he’s watching while working his boxers down too.

He slowly works his way into you before slowly pulling out and watching his member glisten fully saturated by your nectar as he works his length up and down you before entering you again. 

The little gasp you let out echoed through the room and the candles were lit again momentarily with the flames dancing around as you bury your face into the couch pillow.

He gripped your hips firmly bringing you back and down onto him as his other hand gripped your silk gown. 

“Mhmmm, hmmph.” was all that left Atticus’s mouth as he sinks into your warmth the second time. 

“Careful. Slowly, I don’t want to hurt you.” you rasp as he circles his hips finding the right rhythm for both of you as the little pants and shrieks fall from your lips when he pushes deeper into the right spot.

“All the times I’ve made love to you and you haven’t hurt me once. I won’t mention the time you singed off one of my eyebrows though. That was my fault, I shouldn’t have tried to wake you up like that.” he soothes as he moves your silk gown up further to massage over your back and cheeks.

His large hands soothing over and kneading the knots and kinks from standing on your feet most days doing countless amounts of roller sets and bang cuts. 

“I know.” you whisper to him with a small laugh of your own. You drop your head slightly and arch your back when his hips finally rests flushed against your cheeks.

Your mouth goes slack as he picks up his pace but then pulls out.

“What the hell was that?” you question as you turn to face him. 

“Just wanted to see that’s all. Wanna look at this pretty face all glossy eyed and reciting my name like a poem.” he teases as he leans in to connect his lips to yours again, this time letting his tongue glide over your bottom lip until you’re suckling it softly.

He’s massaging his dick against you slowly as you pout and huff against his lips. Your legs begin to shake slightly and you can feel yourself heating up more.

“Shh shh shh, what do you want? Use your words.” he asks as his fingertips ghost over your breasts up to the sides of your face. The chill of his hands feeling like bursts of fresh air against you. 

Atticus lifts you once more to set you on the edge of the couch, his fingers tracing over your inner thighs. 

“You’re really going to tease me after I’ve already waited months to feel you. I really don’t want to get Martin to finish the job especially when you have the best d-” you let out a muffled moan as he places his fingers into your mouth and thrust into you again. 

You suckle his fingers, envisioning something else much bigger as he leans you on the edge of the couch and gives you what you’ve been missing for months. 

Resting your forehead on his shoulder you close your eyes enjoying the feeling of being full of him. 

You can feel him twitching inside of you as you begin to work down onto him, bouncing and coating his dick with you. 

You caress your own body letting your hand wander to your clit , skillfully massaging as Atticus watches on.

Both of your moans and sounds of him pounding into you flows with the music as you both cry out into each other’s mouths as your orgasm rocks through you both. 

Your fireplace goes out abruptly as you throw your head back and let out little uh uh mhhmmms.

Atticus leans down to place tender kisses between your breasts as he cums inside. 

You slowly continue your rhythm riding out the little waves of aftershock as his hips stutter and he lets his own praises of you fall from his lips this time. 

He slowly pulls out and swipes his thumb over next to your lips trying to fix your lipstick.

“Leave it, I was getting ready for a shower and the bed anyways. . . I’m sorry Atti.” you say to him softly as your fingertips trace his soft skin now donning a purple deep burgundy colour after being pressed against you for so long. 

“You’ve made me feel the best I've felt all damn year. You ain't got a thing to be sorry for. I’m the one that came to apologize. I was just too bullheaded  to realise that everything isn’t about just me. I regretted it the moment I got there. . The war. Ji-Ha. You finding out about Leti the way you did. It wasn’t like that in the beginning. I was supposed to go off and figure all out on my own. Somewhere down the line after you see enough crazy shit together. Things get all mixed up.. I’m sorry for all of that too.  I just wanna come home. Tired of all these things that don’t make no sense when everything that makes perfect sense has been here the whole time.” he explains and you nod along listening to his words, mulling them over. 

“Well you definitely scared the shit outta me… I checked that mailbox everyday for months waiting for a letter from you. And I think whatever you were searching for out there scared the shit outta you too. I think all of this made us both realise that we don’t really wanna be without each other..But next time if you’re gonna go off, play detective, and uncover some great family mystery,the smartest decision would be to take  the walking fireball with you. Yeah? And who’s Christina? ” you ask him as he carries you off with him towards your bathroom. 

“The dreams. I was wondering why I kept seeing snakes every day for a week. I ain't going nowhere. It’s gon’ take me all weekend just to explain all the shit I’ve seen in the last 6 months as it is-” 

(not my best but i still hope yall enjoy! i’m knocking the writing rust off after a few weeks of not writing new stuff. seasonal depressive be hitting different. alright my boos x ) 

[philippebresson]

À l'antenne avec un Drôle de Coco, pas de chez Chanel non, plutôt du genre Coco-Bel-Œil. Un dur à cuire difficile à faire fondre au premier regard même si, d'abord à feu doux (et non à l'étouffée, surtout pas !), puis en maintenant une température à cœur pendant quelques minutes, il finit par se révéler (rêve ailé) tendre à souhait.

Il faut dire qu'il est notamment connu pour avoir été un boucher sanguinaire au cinéma (Delicatessen), ainsi qu'un Dragon et quelques monstres/monstresses au théâtre (300 pièces et une seule vie !).

Peut-être l'avez-vous croisé à La Grande Eugène à l'époque, Fassbinder et sa bande n'avaient d'yeux que pour sa "Toute Méchante" (aurait dit Genet) et délicieuse créature, Erna von Scratch.

Je serai donc sur les ondes de France Culture du 13 au 17 novembre (20h-20h30 chaque soir), en direct différé du Musée des Arts forains et en compagnie de Monsieur Dreyfus JC (Jessy), qu'on appelle aussi MC Rictus dans les milieux les plus interlopes, tant il a contribué à redonner vie à la verve révolutionnaire du poète Gabriel Randon de Saint-Amand plus connu sous le nom de Jehan Rictus.

"Jean-Claude Dreyfus, anatomie d'un joueur"

(À voix nue - France Culture)

Du 13 au 17 novembre 2023

20-20.30