#Je suis curious

[abbyshands]

so do french people say “je suis venue” when they cum or …

[aftanith]

Marianne S1E3&E4, "Not an Easy Person/Je ne suis pas un cadeau" & "Beautiful Moment/C'est un beau moment"

This week I talk about true names, visual versus written storytelling, and a few lovely little horror moments that may or may not make this show worth watching.

Show Notes

Il était un petit navire by Louis-Francois Nicolaie

Rumpelstiltskin by the Brothers Grimm

The Gospel of Loki by Joanne M. Harris*

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Serge “Frenchie” - Bad movies.

Warning : nsfw, long ass intro, semi public sex (can we still call it that when there's just another person in the room ?), spit for lube, no protection, blowjob (giving), edging, breath restriction (?), humping, slight degradation/praise

Genre : smut

Synopsis : You're in hiding with the boys in a basement in the back of some random store, and private moments are most definitely not private but it doesn't seem to be a problem for you and Frenchie. Aka Hughie hears more than he'd like to. During season 2. Idea by @jadenisdead

Reader : male (you/yours)

While Butcher, M.M and Annie were at their respective places, you, Hughie, Kimiko and Frenchie stayed hidden at the back of some store watching movies for movie night. But everything that was playing turned out to be bad.

You sighed, bored. By your feet, sitting on the floor was Hughie, fighting hard to not fall asleep, his head resting on your knees. Leaning on your shoulder was your boyfriend Frenchie with Kimiko's head on his lap, eyes closed. Clearly, the movie was not entertaining at all and soon Hughie had enough.

“Well, I uh, I'm going to bed.” He said, clearing his voice before yawning while stretching as he got up. “Not that it's boring or anything, but uh…”

“It's boring.” You replied frankly with a nod. Frenchie humming in agreement absentmindedly, probably more lost in his thoughts than whatever was going on on the screen.

“Yeah… It's a disaster.” Hughie slid his hands in his pockets, giving the TV one last glance, a last chance to give him something not boring, but alas his wish wasn't granted, so he left.

You thought for a second and decided to go as well. You kissed Frenchie’s cheek and told him you were going too. He smiled and nodded.

You reached your bed, it was small but at least you didn't sleep on the couch or on a mattress on the floor. Though most of the time Frenchie was sleeping glued to you rather than in his makeshift bed.

You could still see the TV from where you were and after a few minutes, you saw Frenchie get up, put what seemed like a blanket over Kimiko and joined you, leaving the TV on in fear the lack of background noise would wake her up.

As usual, you moved closer to the wall to give him some space and opened your arms, letting him crawl into them, laying on top of you instead of by your side, his head resting next to yours.

“Well, that was uh… how to say… ennuyant.” Frenchie said with a grimace, quietly. He looked at your face when you turned your head toward him, nose to nose.

“Wanna do something better ?” You wiggled your eyebrows in a joking manner, though it was barely seen in the darkness of the basement. Even during the day and with every light on, it was still rather dark.

Frenchie squirmed a bit, trying to find a comfortable spot before answering, curious.

“And what do you have in mind, huh ?”

“In my mind ?” You kissed his forehead sweetly. “Ton cul.” You smiled, your hands suddenly grabbing his ass, earning a chuckle, quickly his hands went under your shirt, exploring.

“But, il y a Kimiko et petit Hughie. Doesn't it bother you ?” He whispered, though he already knew your answer.

“Et toi, ça te dérange ?” Your smile could be heard in your voice. “Kimiko dort depuis un bail, et Hughie… je suis sûr qu'il est déjà out.” You kissed his forehead once more while your hands wandered under his clothes, caressing his hot skin, feeling the scars on his back. “Plus it never stopped us before.” You pointed out, now kissing the top of his nose.

“C'est vrai. But not around the boys.” He argued, his hands grabbing your face to pull you into a proper kiss.

“But is it really around the boys if it's just two of them ? Asleep ?” You said, still smiling as Frenchie pulled away from you to remove his shirt, you quickly did the same, throwing them on the floor.

“Mais je suis pas contre.” He closed the distance, regaining his spot against you. “I just don't want them to…” He shook his head. “Hear.”

“Then be silent.” There was a hint of laughter in your voice, as you kissed his cheek, mocking him a bit. “Ou petit Hughie ne sera pas capable de te regarder dans les yeux.” You pouted and nudged him, faking a saddened voice, and though he couldn't see it, he knew you were still smiling cheekily but before he could say anything, you bit his cheek, making him yelp loudly.

“Aie ! Shhhh !”

“Don't shush me, you're the one making noise.” You laughed quietly before yelping as well. He had pinched your left side.

“Now who's the one making noises, huh ?” He asked, proudly, as he backed away from you, resting on his elbows, still on top of you.

“Oh, je te promet, that will be you.” You giggled before kissing his lips, your hands roaming once more over his body.

“...Mmmh, peut-être.” He admitted, chuckling, making you laugh as well before pushing him off of you, Frenchie now laying under you, close to the edge of the bed.

You crawled backward toward his legs, pulling his pants down, kissing your way to his pelvis, taking your time, his eyes never leaving you, one of his hands landed on the top of your head.

You gently grabbed his dick, jerking him at a steady pace. He sighed, closing his eyes, head resting against your only pillow.

“Remember, no noises. Like in ‘A quiet place’.”

Frenchie snorted.

“You didn't even watch the movies.” He laughed, looking back at you. You flicked his balls with your middle finger and he hissed loudly, grimacing, looking at you with a frown. “Hey !” He whispers-yelled.

“I still know what it's about.” You retorted.

“Okay, okay… Désolé.” He sighed, more turned on than upset over the flicking.

You kissed his tip, making a trail down and up his length before wrapping your lips around it. It didn't take long for him to be fully hard, one hand massaging his thighs slowly while you started to bob your head up and down, your other hand taking care of his balls. You could hear Frenchie squirming and letting out small gasps and hisses occasionally.

The hand on your head guiding you to go faster, fucking your mouth, your teeth threatening to scrape against his dick, which you did from time to time, just for fun, just to hear his voice get louder for a second.

Then you decided to slow things down, wanting to annoy him so he wouldn't get what he wanted so easily and quickly.

“No, don't stop.” He complained, but you didn't listen.

You pulled away, going back to kissing his wet cock and his thighs, even nipping and sucking at the soft skin, leaving small red marks while your hand jerked him slowly then quickly, then slowly again. Each time he was about to come you pulled away, not touching him until he had calmed down and was ready for more.

Of course more pre would appear, coating your hand and his own dick, making a bit of a mess.

After a while, Frenchie seemed to have enough of this chasing game.

“Please- please, please, please, let me come, mon cœur…” He begged, trying his best to stay quiet but each time you denied him made him louder. You didn't know if he was aware of that and if he still cared about it, but you sure weren't going to tell him to quiet down.

“What a pretty boy.” You cooed, enjoying the view, kissing his inner thigh.

His dick kept twitching and throbbing at your touch, wanting more, wanting to feel the sweet release. But you didn't want him to reach it yet. You gave him your index and middle finger to suck instead, his open mouth letting more moans come out freely. Then you pulled them out, slowly dragging them down to his ass, pushing them in. He groaned at the sensation before starting to adjust to it.

You fingered and jerked him at different paces, watching as Frenchie struggled to move his hips accordingly, chasing both sensations. You continued to tease his tip with your tongue, trying to draw shapes or words on his shaft, drooling a bit on your chin and on him. You kept stopping every now and then, not wanting him to cum just yet, his angry red cock leaking with beads of pre-come looking absolutely delicious.

Then you stopped everything. Frenchie's head snapped up to look at you, confused with a fucked out expression, before seeing you remove your pants.

“Tourne-toi.” You simply said and he did as asked. “Good boy.”

You exhaled when you wrapped a hand around your own dick, not caring if Hughie could hear you as you jerked yourself, Frenchie's eyes were on you, watching your every move. Then you stopped, you spat on your hand and smeared it on your cock before spreading his asscheeks open and slowly pushing yourself inside him. You sighed, loving how snug he felt around you, he hummed loudly, trying to ignore the stinging feeling, closing his eyes.

You caressed his ass, before leaning closer, leisurely bucking your hips into him. With each thrust you were rewarded with quiet grunts and gasps, sounding so pretty.

Your hand went around his throat, holding him up against you, not enough to choke him, but enough to disturb his breathing, making him breathe and pant loudly.

He accidentally let out a loud strangled moan as your tip tickled his prostate, and you angled yourself so it happened again and again. His dick was rubbing against the mattress, smearing pre-come onto the sheets and himself.

More moans and gasps escaped his lips, grunting as he struggled to breathe comfortably, and if you listened closely, you could hear him babbling. A mixture of whispered “Please, please, please.” and “Need to cum.” mingled together.

He came like this, shooting ropes of cum under himself, unable to warn you beforehand, and claiming it happened too quickly.

But instead of stopping you continued moving.

“T'es vraiment une pute, hein ?” You hissed. “Pas capable de prévenir.”

“Désolé, je suis désolé.” He whispered, voice raspy.

You squeezed his throat a bit more so it would be more difficult for him to breathe, releasing him every now and then and soon enough he was hard again, from your dick continuously fucking him and his rubbing the sheets.

“Be a dear and warn me next time.”

Frenchie nodded quickly.

He could feel the wet stain of his cum on the sheets under him, his cock rubbing against it, smearing it even more as more pre came out.

You continued touching his prostate with the tip of your dick, ripping moans after moans out of him.

“Shhhh, what if Hughie hears you ? Or if you wake up Kimiko ?” You whispered in his ear. “Mh ?”

“Please.” Is all Frenchie could say, eyes closed and grimacing. He felt so close from cumming, again. He needed it.

“You want them to hear how much of a whore you are ?”

“S'il te plait, mon cœur. I can’t do this anymore.” He urged, voice straining and a bit louder than he had intended to.

“Je t'ai posé une question.” You stopped every movement, wanting to make your point across.

“Don’t stop, please.” He groaned, annoyed, trying to move his hips against you to get something.

“Frenchie.” You said sternly but he didn't answer. So you pulled him closer against you by his throat, completely stopping him from breathing. “Do I need to repeat myself ?”

Came out of his lips a little and weak “No.”

“Then answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, quoi ?”

“Oui, je veux qu'ils entendent à quel point je suis ta pute.” His voice was still straining. Frenchie coughed and breathed loudly once you let him go, though not completely as your hand was still holding him close to you.

“You see ? Was that so hard, my love ?” You said, caressing his side, rolling your hips against him as he shook his head “no”.

Knowing he was being loud, he quickly put a hand on his mouth to muffle any sounds that could come out of him.

“Put that hand away, love.”

Even if it took a few seconds, Frenchie still obeyed and took his hand away from his mouth. Letting his trying-to-be-quiet moans fill the room slowly. And soon, your own moans could be heard as well, a sign you were close to cumming.

“God, you feel so good.” You whispered quickly, feeling him clench around you as if he was trying to suck you in.

“I'm gonna cum.” Frenchie said, voice trembling, eyes closed as he was lost in the pleasure, trying to move under you, chasing his high.

“Go ahead, pretty boy.” You replied, kissing his ear as you tried to reach deeper into him, fucking him thoroughly. “I'm close too.”

Moans fell freely out of his lips as he came, more cum pooling under him as you shot yours into his ass.

Gasping for air and sighing loudly, you both slowly regained your composure, you pulled out and fell to the side, on your back, Frenchie still on his stomach.

“You think they heard us ?” He whispered, nudging you with his elbow, turning his head to look at you.

“Last time I checked, Hughie wasn't deaf.” You whispered back. “Right Hughie !?”

“Shut up, leave me alone.” Hughie replied, clearly upset.

You couldn't help but laugh, and quickly, Frenchie followed.

“I'm sorry, mon ami.” He said, in between laughter. “I simply thought that you were asleep.” He added, defending himself.

Hughie ignored him, too pissed to think properly of a comeback.

“Why are you not asleep ? At this hour ? Mh ?” Frenchie asked, moving his head in his direction.

“Maybe because you two are being obnoxiously loud, and fucking in my presence ?!”

You couldn't help but laugh again, your hand resting on Frenchie’s back. But Hughie continued.

“I'm sorry if sounds of fucking is not what I fall asleep to.”

“I do, sometimes.” Frenchie admitted, chuckling happily.

“It's because you're deranged, my love.” You said, kissing his head.

“It's like your huh… ASMR videos.” He argued, now turning toward you. “Think about it.”

“No. No it's not. No it's not. The context is different.”

“Why are there videos of people moaning quietly or kissing the mic, huh ? Or not safe for work ASMR, mh ?”

You looked at him, dumbfounded.

“You know an awful lot for someone who doesn't like it.” You finally said.

“You're just in le dénis.” You could tell Frenchie was smiling, confident in his statement.

“Can you just shut up ?!” Hughie said loudly, too tired to condone more of this, his pillow folded to cover both his ears. “Or go debate somewhere else about… About porn ASMR or whatever !”

He was no longer grimacing in horror, now staring at the table in front of him with an empty look and a hint of hatred. He had troubles sleeping since Robin's death and joining the boys, he's had enough trauma with how many guts he got on himself on a daily, he estimated it simple enough to not ever think he'd find himself in the situation where he'd hear two of his friends fucking while he's trying to sleep, a dozen of feet away from them.

Frenchie looked at you and shrugged.

“Bonne nuit, then ?”

“Met d'abord la couverture pleine de jus par terre.” You said with a laugh, pushing it off from under you. Instead you heard him get up, walk naked in the room as Hughie groaned in annoyance, probably closing his eyes to not accidentally see Frenchie naked even though it was too dark to see anything, before coming back and putting the cum stained sheet on the floor.

“I got us another one.”

Traduction - Translation :

Ennuyant. - Boring.

Ton cul. - Your ass.

Il y a Kimiko et petit Hughie. - There's Kimiko and petit Hughie.

Et toi, ça te dérange ? - And you, it bothers you ?

Kimiko dort depuis un bail, et Hughie… je suis sûr qu'il est déjà out. - Kimiko's asleep since a long time, and Hughie… I'm sure he's already out.

C'est vrai. - It's true.

Mais je suis pas contre. - But I'm not against it.

Ou petit Hughie ne sera pas capable de te regarder dans les yeux. - Or petit Hughie won't be able to look you in the eyes.

Oh, je te promet. - Oh, I promise you.

Peut-être. - Maybe.

Désolé. - Sorry.

Tourne-toi. - Turn around.

T'es vraiment une pute, hein ? - You really are a slut, huh ?

Pas capable de prévenir. - Unable to warn.

Désolé, je suis désolé. - Sorry, I am sorry

S'il te plait. - Please.

Je t'ai posé une question. - I asked you a question.

Quoi ? - What ?

Oui, je veux qu'ils entendent à quel point je suis ta pute. - Yes, I want them to hear how much of your whore I am.

Le dénis. - The denial.

Bonne nuit. - Good night.

Met d'abord la couverture pleine de jus par terre. - First, put the sheet full of juice on the floor.

[salty-croissants]

bullfrog x reader (any gender) , unofficial marriage. Where both of them want to made things official but considering the situation with them and Eden, reader “proposes” to bullfrog in the sweetest way ever.

(sorry if this ask sounds too all over the place I got too giddy typing this out💞)

Thank you for the request ! 

This is a really wholesome prompt , I enjoyed writing it :D 

Also don’t worry about it , your request was just fine ! 👍

I hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Now that you and Bullfrog have been together for quite some time , there is a desire from both of you to give your relationship more of a deeper meaning … especially since you don’t realistically know how much time you have left given how dangerous your goal to take down Eden is .

However , since you’re constantly hiding and on the run there is no way to have any kinds of official ceremonies , so yeah … it’s really not an easy situation to be in .

Bullfrog feels very guilty about the fact that he can’t properly marry the person he loves the most because of his wanted status , and during the days in which he feels at his lowest he’s often going to bring it up …

< y/n , I just want you to have a good life … one where you don’t have to worry about getting hurt because of me . 

I can’t ask you to put everything at stake just to - > 

< Bullfrog , my love … I want to .

I want to be with you and fight by your side : no matter what the future has in store for us , I just know that we can face it together . > 

Your words never fail to bring some comfort to the assassin , even though they can’t magically erase his worries : maybe you’re right … maybe you will figure everything out as long as you stay together , who knows ? 

Deep down though , you’re just as anxious as he is : you would do anything to be able to marry Bullfrog and create an even stronger bond between you both , but how could you do that with Eden constantly threatening your lives ? 

After lots of thinking and scrapping one idea after another , you finally come up with a plan to propose to your beloved frog in a way that will definitely surprise him in the best way possible … it is slightly risky , but it’s a small price to pay to make that dream you and Bullfrog have become a reality . 

There is a special place that you two go to whenever you want to spend some time alone : a lake , located  far away from the city surrounded by a small forest and with a pretty gazebo … it’s been forgotten about by pretty much everyone except for you and Bullfrog , which makes it a perfect corner to hide away from the rest of the world when things get a bit too tough .

It’s a great candidate for what you have in mind , so you begin working on making it even more magical to have it ready for the time you’ll propose to Bullfrog , and since that’s quite a long task you end up spending months on your project … something that your boyfriend became quite curious about . 

< Hey , darling ? I noticed you’ve been heading off quite often these days … tout va bien ? > 

< Oh - yeah yeah , it’s all good ! 

I may or may not be working on a little … surprise , but I can’t spoil it just yet ~ > 

< Heh , d'accord … just be careful when you’re outside , okay ? >

< I’ll be careful sweetie , don’t worry . > 

… and after all that hard work , everything is ready for the big day : 

you ask Bullfrog to follow you somewhere , and he immediately understands that this sudden request has something to do with that secret thing you told him about days ago .

< Oh ? Am I going to see what surprise you have in store for me ? 

I won’t lie , je suis curieux ! > 

< Mhm , yeah it’s finally ready … I’m not really sure , but something tells me that you won’t be expecting what it is ~ > 

When he finally gets to witness what you did to your hidden spot by the lake , he just …

He’s completely and utterly in awe :

the place has been thoughtfully decorated with roses , his favorite flower , which outline the path that leads to the gazebo …

< y/n … ! 

You … you’ve made all of this for me … ? >

< Yeah ! 

I wish I could’ve shown this to you sooner , but it takes time for roses to grow … I came here every day to take care of them and make sure that everything was okay .

Do you … like it ? > 

< Like it ? Mon beau , this is incredible ! 

I can’t believe you went through so much just to do this for me … thank you , thank you so much ! > 

You can’t help but smile in front of his adorable reaction , and the moment he begins peppering your face with sweet kisses to underline just how happy you’ve made him your happiness only grows …

… but you know that’s not all . 

< Uh , actually … there’s another reason why I’ve been working on this .

That’s … heh , that’s the real surprise tonight . 

It’s something that I couldn’t tell you just anywhere … something that I’ve been wanting to say for a long time . > 

You can feel Bullfrog’s golden eyes staring at you as you slowly get on your knees , your heart pounding in your chest as you prepare yourself to finally confess your true feelings for the frog you’ve grown to love so much over the years …

< y/n … ? > 

Bullfrog had a feeling that something special was going to happen that night … but now he is starting to realize what it is .

< Bullfrog , my one and only love … I can’t express enough just what a blessing having you in my life has been until now : 

you’ve always been there for me through the highs and the lows , showing me kindness and understanding even when I felt like I didn’t deserve it … 

You’re just … you’re the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me , and I really do mean it . > 

You take a second to catch your breath , your eyes never leaving his …

< I know that time is running out , with Eden one step behind us , ready to end us the second we lower our guard … this isn’t really a situation most people would consider ideal to ask you something like this , but while I don’t know what will become of us I just know that …

All I want to do is spend every single moment with you , the person that brings me hope even when I can’t bring myself to see the light . > 

Here it comes … the moment you’ve both been waiting for …

< So , Bullfrog … 

Will you marry me ? > 

You immediately feel his arms around you the second you finish your sentence , and judging by his little sniffs you can tell that the assassin was really , really touched by what you said … 

< Oh y/n , mon amour … of course I will … 

I’ve been wanting to do this for so long , I was just … scared , scared to put you in danger , scared to lose you … > 

You definitely get a bit emotional too , his hands caressing your cheeks and wiping away your tears of joy …

< You won’t lose me , I promise .

I love you so much , Bullfrog … heh , words aren’t even enough to express how much you mean to me . > 

He smiles at you softly , and before you know it your faces get closer and closer , until your lips touch .

< Mm … je t'aime aussi , y/n … and I will love you always . > 

Hearing him whisper those words among the kisses makes your heart skip a beat , and as your night ends with a much needed intimate moment of passion you feel like this night marks a new beginning for the two of you …

No one would be able to break your bond , not Eden , not anyone else .  

[pedrithink]

unknown ✩ kylian mbappé

summary: kylian dates a person outside the media and fans find out about her.

faceclaim: olivia rodrigo

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k.mbappe LA RAGE DE VAINCRE…🔵🔴

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mbappefan1 will you act like nothing is happening? 😭😭

mbappefan2 TELL US ABOUT YOUR GIRLFRIEND

mbappefan3 kylian, we are curious. CMON!!!!!!!

neymarjr ALLEZ PARIS !!!

mbappefan4 NEYMAR TELL US

mbappefan5 you guys should respect his private life ☠️

mbappefan6 yeah, this is probably so uncomfortable for kylian and the girl!!!

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ynusername i’m completely in love with this place

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mbappefan1 OMG HI

mbappefan2 this photo had 32 likes and now it has almost 3k, KYLIAN’S IMPACT!!!!

mbappefan3 you’re so cute, omg!!!!!

mbappefan4 you're only with kylian for the money

mbappefan5 🤢🤮

April 6th, 2020

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ynusername sent by someone very special :) tysm.

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mbappefan1 OMG KYLIAN ALWAYS SEND FLOWERS TO HER

mbappefan2 YEAH, LOOK AT HER HIGHLIGHTS

mbappefan3 HOW WE NEVER SAW THESE INTERACTIONS

mbappefan4 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

mbappefan5 she’s not even that pretty

mbappefan6 kylian literally likes every pic of her, omg…

February 14th, 2022

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ynusername happy valentine’s day :)

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mbappefan1 i’m in shock that we never saw any of these interactions

mbappefan2 it’s cute how kylian always sent her flowers

mbappefan3 she’s pretty, we want her 2 kyky!!

mbappefan4 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮

mbappefan5 wh0r3

mbappefan7 i don’t know, but i don’t like her guts 🥴

February 14th, 2023

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k.mbappe J’ai toujours eu une vie amoureuse très privée et je voulais qu'il en soit ainsi, mais après avoir vu twitter et l'ensemble des médias diffuser des informations sur la vie personnelle de ma petite amie, je me devais de venir ici pour en parler. Oui, petite amie. Je sors avec quelqu'un ! Je demande, s'il vous plaît, de respecter sa vie personnelle et totalement privée et de comprendre que je suis vraiment heureux dans cette relation. Merci à tous ceux qui envoient des messages d'affection et c'est tout. Merci. (I have always had a very private love life and wanted to keep it that way, but after seeing twitter and the entire media spreading information about my girlfriend's personal life i had to come here to tell you. yes, girlfriend. I am dating! I ask, please, that you respect her personal and completely private life and understand that i am very happy even with this relationship. Thank you to everyone who is sending messages of affection and that's it. Thank you.)

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mbappefan1 kylian is MAD MAD

mbappefan6 as he should!!! people were being so obsessed about her private life 🥴🤐

mbappefan2 we will always support you!!!!!

ethanmbappe 👏🏻👏🏻

antonelaroccuzzo 😍❤️

mbappefan3 sorry about we invading her personal life kylian :(

mbappefan4 rooting for you to break up already

mbappefan8 shut up

mbappefan9 tell her to activate her insta 😭

mbappefan10 she already activate and it’s priv now

[discopaddock]

BIEVRE RIVER - PIERRE GASLY

PAIRING: pierre gasly x fem!reader

GENRE: angst, fluff

NOTE: english isn't my first language so im sorry for any mistakes

WARINGS: sad and heartbroken pierre :(, mentions of crying, google translated french

PART TWO

Pierre never ever had felt in his whole life that ridiculed and betrayed. The love of his life ran away from their wedding, plus with his own cousin. He looked pathetic in front of his friends and family.

It was supposed to be his day, his great day and what? And a dick.

During his great day, he was sitting with tears in his eyes and on face, with McDonald’s and a bottle of Absolut in his hands on the beach by the river Bievre.

He dropped his phone on the floor in the church, probably pulling it down, while he was running away by sacristy with face all in tears.

He had with himself a wallet, bottle of vodka, food, car and Alexander McQueen on himself.

He was feeling woefully, but still he was wealthy and handsome. She didn’t take these from him.

And when he was sitting the next hour, virtually alone on that beach, he heard a voice behind him; small, brokenly and crying a little bit.

“Sorry, mind if I sit here?” Gasly turned around and saw a girl in white shirt and long black skirt with heels and a bottle of wine in one hand and a box from one of the best bakers in Paris in the other. She had red eyes, just like him, which didn’t make him feel better.

“No, no problem” he answered, and she nodded her head in thanks and dropped the shoes on the sand.

“I’m Y/N, by the way” she said, when she finally sat down. Pierre shouldn’t have been ready at that moment for any conversation, but something attracted him to that girl, who just like him had to cry for some reason on that day. So because of that he told her his name. “Sounds nice. What brings you here, Pierre?”

“Ah, putain” he slipped out, when he was thinking for a while in silence. “Ma fiancée s'est enfuie de notre mariage” he said eventually, hoping that she didn’t speak french. Ah, fuck. My fiancée ran away from our wedding.

“Je suis vraiment désolé. Désolé de demander” the girl said quickly, which made Pierre want to hit himself on his forehead. She wasn't stupid. I mean, in his opinion, she didn't look stupid. I’m so sorry. Sorry for asking.

“D'accord. Je suppose que je devais en parler à quelqu'un” he laughed and then took a sip of vodka. “Et qu'est-ce qui vous amène ici?” It’s okay. I guess I had to tell someone. And you, what brings you here?

He was curious. Maybe it was her boyfriend? Or girlfriend. Or completely something else.

“Dure journée de travail” Y/N answered him, looking for something in her bag. A hard day at work.

“Dure journée de travail?” Where do you work?

“A l'Ambassade,” the girl said. In the embassy.

“Alors tu es intelligent” Pierre told, making her laugh. So you are clever.

“J'ai à peine réussi mes examens finaux! Je suis terriblement stupide” she announced and then took a corkscrew out of her purse. I barely graduated! I’m terribly stupid.

Pierre thought that Y/N was cute. Pretty also. Her H/C hair cascaded down her back, and her E/C eyes, freckles on her straight nose, and dimples on both cheeks gave her charm. She definitely wasn’t ugly, that was something he could tell after watching her wrestle with the wine stopper for a while.

“T'aider?” Do you need help?

The girl nodded, then handed him the bottle, taking his vodka from him so that it wouldn't spill.

“Sur quelle chanson étiez-vous censé danser la première danse?” she asked completely out of nowhere, and when she heard the title of Ed Sheeran's most popular song from him, she twisted her mouth in a grimace of disgust. “Oh God! C'est la pire première chanson de danse! Sérieusement? Il n'y en avait pas d'autre?” What song were you supposed to dance your first dance to? This is the worst song for a first dance! Seriously? There was no other?

"Je voulais quelque chose en français, mais elle a choisi Ed," he confessed, pouring wine into the glass she was holding. He had no idea where she got it from, but he liked it. I wanted something in French, but she chose Ed.

“C'est peut-être encore mieux que tu ne l'aies pas épousée. Totalement insipide de sa part," she said, sticking the bottle and glass into the wet sand before opening the box. "Aide-toi." She pushed them under his nose and he took out two yellow macaroons. Maybe it's even better that you didn't marry her. She is literally so tasteless. Help yourself.

“Merci”

Pierre thought that Y/N might have been right, that it was better that he had not married Dulcinea. Yes, she was pretty and he really felt something for her, but he wasn't bad at writing stories either.

"Je suppose que je devrais rentrer à la maison," he said, when the sun had long since sunk below the horizon and both bottles had run out of alcohol. "Mais j'ai perdu mon téléphone quelque part et je n'ai aucun moyen d'appeler Charles," he laughed at his stupidity. Drunk him told her the whole story of his life, but he regretted nothing. I should probably go home. But I lost my phone somewhere and I have no way to call Charles.

Y/N put her phone in front of his face. Already unlocked with a view of the Dune Paul Atreides wallpaper. Or Timothee Chalamet, because he played him in the last film adaptation, after all.

"Entrez l'indicatif régional devant ce long numéro” she announced as he took the smartphone from her. Enter the area code before this long number.

“Quel est l'indicatif de pays de Monaco?” What is the area code for Monaco?

“+377.”

"Comment sais-tu cela?" he asked, typing in his best friend's number. How do you know this?

"Je travaille à l'ambassade, ça doit être clair," she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I work at the Embassy, that's obvious.

About five or seven minutes after Charles answered the phone, he appeared on the beach looking very worried.

“Salut Charles! Tu me manques." Pierre greeted the Monegasque, whose expression changed to a concerned one when he saw Gasly's condition. The Frenchman got up from the sand and hugged Leclerc, who also wrapped his arms around him. He had never felt so sorry for him. And he knew him most of his life and was there when they kicked him out of Red Bull and moved to Toro Rosso. Hey Charles! I miss you.

"Je te suis aussi, Pierre. Je m'inquiétais pour toi" he replied after a moment as they pulled apart. I follow you too, Pierre. I was worried about you.

"Ah j'ai oublié! C'est Y/N. Mon nouvel ami. Y/N, voici Charles, mon meilleur ami” the blue-eyed man rushed towards the girl, dragging Charles with him. The brown haired woman hastily got up and almost spilled her wine from the glass, but she extended her hand towards the newly met man, shifting. Ah, I would forget! This is Y/N. My new friend. Y/N, this is Charles, my best friend.

Leclerc thought that Y/L/N was a really pretty girl. In Pierre's type.

"Comment rentres-tu à la maison, ma douce?" Gasly turned to her as she stowed her things into her rag bag. How are you getting home, sweets?

A red light bulb went off in Charles' head at that moment. His friend never asked his possible mates for one or two nights about transportation home.

“Métro," she replied shortly, and the brunette immediately shook his head. Subway.

“Non non Non! Nous vous conduirons avec Charles. D'accord, Charles?” The green-eyed man only nodded, because that was all he had left. The girl at first did not want to agree, but under Leclerc's pleading eyes she did, because she knew that drunk Pierre would not let her go so easily. No no no! We'll drive you with Charles. Right, Charles?

And so Y/N ended up sitting between Gasly's legs in a black Ferrari 488 Pista Spider. Brunette got his phone in his hands and after seeing it, he said that the next day he would go to the salon to replace the glass.

After a while, he also took a photo of Y/L/N looking out the window and showing her left profile in the frame. Pierre then thought that he had never seen a more beautiful woman in his entire life.

He encouraged the girl to give him her phone number, which she didn't want to do at first because he wouldn't remember her the next day anyway, and Charles was looking at them strangely. I mean, he was looking pityingly at Gasly, not at her. He was the one who felt completely sorry for her being stuck with his friend in this situation.

“C'est mon domaine. Merci beaucoup pour le trajet, Charles," she said finally, and the brunette sighed in dissatisfaction. This is my estate. Thank you very much for the ride, Charles.

"Je te reverrai, n'est-ce pas?" asked the sad Frenchman, not wanting to let go of the brunette from his arms. Leclerc gave Y/N an apologetic look, and she had no option but to agree. We'll see each other again, right?

Y/L/N quickly said goodbye to the men and then got out of the car.

"Je pense que je suis amoureux, Charles," Pierre squealed as he watched the girl enter her cage. The Monegasque slapped him on the back of the head, muttering that he was an idiot. I think I'm in love, Charles.

In the meantime, the girl entered her apartment and leaned against the front door, then sat on the floor, and finally began to sob.

Her roommate, Eszter, heard her crying and immediately went to her best friend. The girl was perfectly aware of her entire afternoon and evening. She may have drunk all the wine herself, but it was almost alcohol-free, so she wasn't drunk at all (unlike Pierre).

"What's wrong, sweets?" Balog asked, crouching beside the younger girl.

“I met a guy whose wife ran away from the wedding and he was drunk as fuck and wanted my number, so I gave it to him, but it was a mistake, because he won't remember me tomorrow anyway. And at work this cunt had a problem with me and I cried and all, I'm fed up, I want to sleep." Esz barely understood anything of her friend's gibberish as she helped her up off the cold floor. She led her into the living room, then sat her down on the couch and gave her tissues.

"He was old and rich, wasn't he?" The brunette knew her platonic soulmate type very well, so she knew what to expect.

“He was maybe ten years older. And definitely rich. He showed me his Ferrari... And his friend who was driving us also had a Ferrari” Y/L/N dreamed, leaning against the back of the sofa. “But his fiancée ran away from the altar. Guess it's not that great. Or she was cheating on him. I don't know, I want to forget about it. Just like he does about me.

But Pierre did not forget. Same as Y/N about him.

[a-random-weeb]

Hi! Hope your having a good day!! May i request a BSD men with a really aggresive signifigant other. Tsundere-ish, but somewhat polite to respected elders and animals. Like bugs and cats, dogs, etc. I express my deepest gratitude. Sorry about the long requests. Have a magnificent day!!

You're long request is much appreciated. I thank you for your request, for I was running out of ideas. (I can't talk fancy, désolé pour mon mauvais Anglais et mon mauvais Français. Je suis canadien, je devrais savoir français 😭)

Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa

BSD men with a tsundere type girl

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Dazai:

•He probably saw you talking to Fukuzawa first and probably thought you were naturally a polite person

•The perfect target to annoy, or so he thought.

•The shock on his face when you get mad and kick him in the shins was almost hilarious

•He thinks the pout on your face is so cute though!

•He annoys you more often, and ends up falling for you

•And now you two are somehow together

•The teasing is at an all time high with him

•he begins to learn your attack mannerisms and starts to dodge you

•From that point on you start lunging at him, and he lets you because he doesn't want you to fall

•If your short and don't knock him over, he holds you to his chest and is flirty. He looks down at you with this damn calm smirk that even makes me blush and I don't even simp for him!

•If you're tall/strong and do push him over, then you'll end up on top of him

"Oh? Really eager are we?"

•Either way he loves the blush on your face

•Bonus points if you go quiet, you're whole face red, and forget to attack him

•He takes note of what makes you flustered to fluster you more

•Your guys relationship would be so cute.

‧+˚ ♪♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧+˚ ♪♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧+˚ ♪♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧+˚ ♪♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ

Chuuya:

•Hes out walking his Chihuahua (ik he has one, I just know it) and you come up and ask to pet it really excitedly

•He finds it a bit odd an adult would ask that, but agrees anyway

•He finds you cute and asks your name

•He feels confused when you glare up at him like "Why do you need to know?"

"Just curious" he shrugs

"While don't be!" You hiss and go back to cuddling his dog

•Now he's super confused

•By the end of it, he somehow gets your number and that escalates into a relationship

•I feel like you would fight a lot

•Not big heated fights, just both of you are always angry fights (yk what I mean)

•Even when you hit him though, he doesn't hit you back, just dodges

•He totally uses his ability to lift you up in the air a little though, just to piss you off a little more

•its his form of teasing, even if he acts angry

•He finds you too cute ♡

(I love him-)

❀*ੈ✩‧+˚❀*ੈ✩‧+˚❀*ੈ✩‧+˚❀*ੈ✩‧+˚❀*ੈ✩‧

Akutagawa:

(You're already in a relationship with him

•He's a bit confused why you yell and hit at him at first

•Your hits don't even hurt that much

•Eventually, (like 7 months 😭) he catches on

•He doesn't know what to do when you get angry, so he just stands there with a blank expression, but internally panicking

•He's glad you've never actually tried to pick a heated fight with him though

•Every time you hit him he just awkwardly hugs you to calm you down

•he begins to think it's kind of cute when you blush as he hugs you

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"Bonjour, dear Headmage!" Rook's voice resonates before the hunter appears out of seemingly nowhere, like usual. "Don't mind me, I just couldn't help but need to sate my curiosity. After all, for how long you've been here, not much is known about you. Where you're from, what's the extent of your powers, ce genre de choses (things like that). I'm not the only one curious, even: a little rose mentioned something along those lines during an impromptu visit of yours truly to his Alchemy class."

I believe the asker is referring to a voice line that Riddle has when Crowley drops into Alchemy for a Special Lesson. He wonders what kind of magic the headmaster must use--though knowledge of this line isn't necessary to enjoy this interaction.

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

It's odd, Rook had concluded, that he cannot discern anything meaningful about Crowley. It’s unlike the huntsman to be lacking in information, in details—but when it came to him, it became a jumbled mess. Unknown birthday, unknown home country, unknown past and powers. No records in any textbooks or formal documentation he could find.

All that was known was the name, occupation, height and weight. The bare basics. Hardly anything to work off of.

Rook regarded Crowley with curious eyes carved into emerald crescents. He provided his brightest smile, his warmest voice. He was a hunter laying out a nasty snare for his prey.

“By all means, I invite you to elucidate. I would personally love to learn more of our dearly beloved headmaster and his long and most illustrious career.”

“It seems as though my students have been gossiping about me once again… even my most studious boys!” Crowley mumbled to himself. (Rook’s hypersensitive ears had no issues picking up his words.) “Dear me, I’m too popular for my own good!!”

Then, addressing Rook in full, “I understand that you are all dying to know more about your dashing, intelligent, highly competent headmaster—however, prying into the personal matters of your teachers is not necessary to your pursuit of a magic education. I ask that you grant your instructors and myself our much-needed privacy.

“Adult matters are just that: adult matters! One day you will understand when you, too, get to be of that age.”

Rook's brows pinched ever so slightly. It's as though the briefest of clouds has passed by the sun, drowning out its light--but it returned, the momentary shift imperceptible to the naked eye.

“Je suis désolé,” he said, lowering into an apologetic bow. "I will mind my words when speaking to my superiors."

"Good, good! I shall be off, then. There are important snacks--" Crowley stopped and hurriedly corrected himself. "Erm, I mean important paperwork in my office which I must attend to. Enjoy the rest of your day, my student!"

The headmaster turned and started to make his way out of the courtyard. His back, exposed.

When the arrow came flying at his head, Crowley didn't flinch, didn't move--didn't have to. It froze midair, nowhere near its intended target, then dropped to the ground. A second later, a crystalline shield flickered into view, then vanished again.

Oh là là!

Rook's heart leapt with excitement. His interest, piqued.

Crowley craned his head back at him.

"Oops! Slip of the hand," the huntsman chuckled, not sounding so innocent with his excuse. He made no effort to hide the bow and a quiver he had somehow produced from his robes.

Bait left out to lure him in.

“Careful, Hunt-kun,” Crowley tuts, wagging a finger. “I may be a kind man, but even my kindness has its limits. I assure you, you do not wish to incur my wrath."

The headmaster--it was the same headmaster, harmless as ever, but... His shadow, it seemed to stretch along the path, taking on a new sinister shape. A monstrous raven, beak full of dagger-like teeth and blood-red eyes.

A chilling thrill bolted through Rook.

"That man seems so preoccupied with trivial matters," Riddle had once said. "It's difficult to believe he is a formidable mage."

Non, Roi des Roses. It appears that our headmaster is, in fact, quite the formidable mage indeed.

"... Bien sûr." Rook knelt, laying his bow and arrows on the ground. "You have my word. No more trickery or deception, fufu."

"Excellent! I'm glad we understand each other," Crowley chirped with the twirl of his cane. "Because I am so very generous, I shall overlook this transgression and allow you to be on your merry way."

He taped his lips together and whistled as he walked off. A cheery tune lifted up into the air like a bird taking flight.

Rook silently marveled at the beauty--and horror--of it.

[empiredesimparte]

⚜ Le Sacre de Napoléon V | N°6 | Francesim, Versailles, 27 Thermidor An 230

Napoleon V met Madame Royale de Thornolie (@theroyalthornoliachronicles) at the coronation gala. It was not the first time she had visited Francesim, but he had never spoken to her before. Curious, he was soon disillusioned by Eleanor's coldness. The young emperor hoped that he had not complicated his future diplomatic relations with the kingdom of Thornolia. He also hoped that she had not formed the wrong impression of him.

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Some of the characters in the background belong to @officalroyalsofpierreland

⚜ Transcription

Louis: Madame Royale, are you enjoying the festivities?

Eleanor: They are certainly festive…

Louis: I'm delighted to see Thornolia is continuing its friendship with Francesim. Do give my regards to your father.

Eleanor: If only you had the opportunity to send your regards in person.

(Long Pause)

Louis: I must say you are intriguing, Madame Royale, for an ambassador. My advisors told me about you, or at least, they told me what they’ve heard of you, so much so I wanted to see if it was true. 

Eleanor: Do tell. What do your advisors deem worthy information to tell you about me?

Louis: They say you're not very talkative, to put it simply. I'd like to invite you to Compiègne one of these days so we can get to know each other better. What do you say?

Eleanor: Tell me, sire, is that all it takes for you to impose yourself on a woman? To hear they are not very talkative?

Louis: Madame, you’ve got me all wrong. I'm just... 

Eleanor: Non. I’m afraid you have me all wrong. Perhaps you shouldn’t take everything you hear to heart, particularly from people who claim their loyalties only to hide their own agendas. Then you might be able to make valid conclusions about people all on your own. In fact, shall I share what I have heard about you? Louis: I'm all ears, Madame…

Eleanor: In the public eye you are the darling boy emperor who everyone loves to praise. Not a single hair out of place, not a single event you attend favouring you negatively. 

Louis: Not an unappealing narrative…

Eleanor: Perhaps the words I’ve heard are more favourable than I lead you on to believe. 

And yet…. watching you tonight it is easy to see why anyone would be hard pressed to see behind the smoke and mirrors act you project. And that’s all you are: Smoke and mirrors. You have had everything handed to you on silver platters and fed to you with silver spoons, and therefore you have no problem believing everyone you deign to speak with will bow down to give you anything you desire. So do forgive me, sire, if I refuse to be another.

Louis: … Last I knew, we are cut from the same cloth.

(Short Pause. this is when Eleanor shows the chink in her armour at Louis’s words)

Eleanor: That may be, Louis, but not everyone cares for their cloth the same way. 

Marie-Joséphine: Your Majesty, may I join you?... Louis: Of course, Mère.

Eleanor: Bonsoir, Madame Mère. 

Marie-Joséphine: Madame Royale. It's a pleasure to meet you. 

Eleanor: Truly, the pleasure is mine. My father was adamant I passed along his regards to you.

Marie-Joséphine: Merci, it’s appreciated.Eleanor: I’m afraid you must forgive me. Despite the lovely evening put together tonight I’m feeling a bit run down and must retire. Pardonnez-moi. (curtseys) Sire, Madame Mère. (Leaves)

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V rencontre Madame Royale de Thornolie durant le gala du couronnement. Ce n'est pas la première fois qu'elle se rend en Francesim, mais il n'avait jamais pu s'entretenir avec elle auparavant. Curieux, il déchante bien vite devant la personnalité froide d'Eleanor. Le jeune empereur espère ne pas avoir compliqué ses prochaines relations diplomatiques avec le royaume de Thornolie. Et aussi, qu'elle se soit faite une mauvaise idée de sa personne.

Louis : Madame Royale, appréciez-vous les festivités ?

Eleanor : Elles sont certainement festives...

Louis : Je suis ravi de voir que Thornolie continue son amitié avec la Francesim. Veuillez transmettre mes salutations à votre père.

Eleanor : Si seulement vous aviez l'opportunité de les transmettre en personne.

(Longue pause)

Louis : Je dois dire que vous êtes intrigante, Madame Royale, pour une ambassadrice. Mes conseillers m'ont parlé de vous, ou du moins, ils m'ont dit ce qu'ils avaient entendu sur vous, si bien que j'ai voulu voir si c'était avéré.

Eleanor : Dites-moi donc. Qu'est-ce que vos conseillers jugent digne de vous dire à mon sujet ?

Louis : Ils disent que vous n'êtes pas très bavarde, pour faire simple. J'aimerais vous inviter à Compiègne un de ces jours pour que nous puissions mieux nous connaître. Qu'en dites-vous ?

Eleanor : Dites-moi, sire, est-ce tout ce qu'il vous faut pour vous imposer à une femme ? Entendre dire qu'elle n'est pas très bavarde ?

Louis : Madame, vous m'avez complètement mal compris. Je suis juste...

Eleanor : Non. J'ai bien peur que ce soit vous qui m'ayez mal comprise. Peut-être ne devriez-vous pas prendre à cœur tout ce que vous entendez, surtout de la part de personnes qui prétendent leur loyauté uniquement pour cacher leurs propres agendas. Alors, vous pourriez être capable de tirer des conclusions valables sur les gens par vous-même. En fait, puis-je partager ce que j'ai entendu à votre sujet ?

Louis : Je vous écoute, Madame...

Eleanor : Aux yeux du public, vous êtes le jeune empereur chéri que tout le monde aime louer. Pas un seul cheveu de travers, pas un seul événement auquel vous assistez ne vous désavantage.

Louis : Un récit pas déplaisant...

Eleanor : Peut-être que les mots que j'ai entendus sont plus favorables que je ne vous l'ai laissé croire.

Et pourtant... en vous observant ce soir, il est facile de voir pourquoi il serait difficile de percevoir ce qui se cache derrière l'acte de fumée et de miroirs que vous projetez. Et c'est tout ce que vous êtes : de la fumée et des miroirs. On vous a tout donné sur des plateaux d'argent et nourri avec des cuillères en argent, et donc vous n'avez aucun problème à croire que tous ceux à qui vous daignez parler se prosterneront pour vous donner tout ce que vous désirez. Alors pardonnez-moi, sire, si je refuse d'être une autre.

Louis : ... Pourtant, nous sommes faits de la même étoffe

(Courte pause. C'est à ce moment qu'Eleanor montre une faille dans son armure aux mots de Louis)

Eleanor : C'est peut-être vrai, Louis, mais tout le monde ne prend pas soin de leur tissu de la même manière.

Marie-Joséphine : Votre Majesté, puis-je me joindre à vous ?...

Louis : Bien sûr, Mère.

Eleanor : Bonsoir, Madame Mère.

Marie-Joséphine : Madame Royale. C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer.

Eleanor : Vraiment, le plaisir est pour moi. Mon père était catégorique pour que je vous transmette ses salutations.

Marie-Joséphine : Merci, c'est apprécié.

Eleanor : Je crains que vous deviez me pardonner. Malgré la charmante soirée organisée ce soir, je me sens un peu fatiguée et je dois me retirer. Pardonnez-moi. (révérence) Sire, Madame Mère. (S'en va)

[aiglesperch]

French from Interview with the Vampire - Part I

I binged the series a week before, and to practice my French I decided to figure out the French sentences spoken in it.

If I missed anything, let me know in comments / reposts

"Seul l'impossible peut faire l'impossible" - Only the impossible can do the impossible (Lestat)

"Je suis désolé. Je m'amuse trope en privé" - I am sorry. I am having too much fun in private (Lestat)

"Ils sont toujours oublié" - They are always forgotten (Lestat)

PS - He actually says it like " Ils sont toujours..."

"Quand j'ai regardé un homme sortir un couteau de sa canne...et à pressé la lame contre le sternum de son frère" - When I watched a man pull a knife out of his walking stick...and pressed the blade to his brother's breast-bone. (Lestat)

PS - "Le sternum de son frère" => The brother's sternum / breast-bone

"J'espère que cela satisfait les oiseaux qui se perchent au cœur de votre esprit" - I hope that satisfies the birds perching in your mind's core. (Lestat)

PS - "Au cœur de votre esprit" can also mean the heart of your mind

"Fuck de mère du toi aussi!" - Fuck the mother of yours (Lestat)

"Est-ce que tu lui as fait faire ça?" - Did you put her up to this? (Lestat)

"C'est une fille curieuse" - She is a curious girl (Louis)

"Quelle jeune de quatorze ans remet en question son existence?" - What fourteen-year old questions her existence? (Lestat)

"As-tu déjà recontré un adolescent?" - You ever met a teenager before? (Louis)

[lz-didyounotice]

Baking weekends : The oncomming 'flour' storm

This gif doesn't belong to me

Heyyy! How are you lots ? Long time no see right ? Been struggling a bit with writing for the past few days. Anyway! First time I write for 12th, so I hope to have got him right. This follows the series of the Baking week-ends. Hope you enjoy!

Froggit-

Warnings : English is not my first language. No warning  for this one, just pure fluff. Preestablished relationship.

Translations : “C’est qui le narvalo qui a bouffé tous mes cookies ??!! ” : Who’s the fool that ate all my cookies??!!  

“Comment ça va, la miss?”  : How are you, miss?

"Je suis chez moi" : Here I am

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“C’est qui le narvalo qui a bouffé tous mes cookies??!! ” 

echoed an all too familiar voice from the TARDIS kitchen.

Glancing down at the last packet of biscuits he was consuming, the Doctor hurriedly stuffed the last one in his mouth, attempting to hide the disappearance of your last batch of cookies. 

For the past three weeks, he had been raiding your personal stash of sweets, snatching bits and pieces before stashing them away in his pockets.

Setting his book aside. The timelord found himself drawn to the chalkboard standing in front of him, a poor attempt at diversion for the inevitable confrontation. Unfortunately enough, he only had been half way through his writing when the gentle voice of his wife came around.

“Darling, did you eat my last cookies ?” Your voice, though soft, carried a subtle undertone that he couldn't quite decipher.

“If I did,  as in ‘if I hypothetically did’. Would I be in trouble ?”He ventured. Tiptoeing around the accusation.

Your smile made him more apprehensive, his back slowly pressing a bit more against the board. “Of course not! Why should I be angry? You didn’t eat them.”

It all seemed too easy, too rehearsed. You had to know. Of course, you did. The glint of mischief lurking behind every line of your face was unmistakable. Had he not witnessed it countless times before, he might have missed it entirely. “Anyway, ‘got a call from Clara, she needs my help to surprise her students.” 

Turning on your heel, you could practically feel the weight of the Doctor's gaze boring into the back of your head as you input Clara’s coordinates. With a few  pulls of levers and punching buttons, the TARDIS was nearly ready for departure. Glancing back at your husband, you decided to grant him the honor of pulling the final lever. 

With crumbs of cookies smudging the corners of his mouth, he looked at you like a child caught red-handed with his hand in the cookie jar. Suppressing a laugh, you let him roll his eyes before reaching for the lever. His brow furrowed as he observed your mischievous smile. “What's so funny?” Your grin widened, even eliciting a small snort. “Nothing, Darling…”

Before long, the TARDIS materialized at its destination. Snatching your leather jacket, you darted toward the door, leaving your husband to ponder the source of your laughter as you passed the threshold. Did he have something on his face? Checking the monitor for his reflection, his cheeks flared up as he used his sleeve to wipe away the dead giveaway.

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It had been a long week for the brunette, yet she still had the courage to fulfill a promise she had made her students a while back. Putting out two aprons, the girl double-checked her supply of flour, ensuring she had enough for the multiple batches to be made that evening.

Just as she was about to take a mixing ball out, the familiar sound of the TARDIS reverberated through the room, accompanied by excited footsteps. “Clara ?”

“I’m in the kitchen!” She said, head still in the cupboard.

Coming around the kitchen’s door, you had the biggest smile on your face upon seeing her. “Comment ça va, la miss?” 

“I’m doing great ! Where’s the Doctor?” she inquired, turning to face you, a curious expression on her face. She hadn't heard him enter the apartment yet. “What have you done to him?”

Playing dumb, you stepped forward to join her, ready to lend a hand. “What have I done? Do you think I would harm my own beloved?” Despite your attempt to conceal your mischief, she shot you a skeptical look .“Okay, he ate my last batch of cookies…” 

“That’s all?” She scoffed “What? Not my fault if he was caught red handed.” You complained while taking a second ball out.

Chuckling softly, the brunette shook her head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.” Sticking out your tongue, you finally laughed with her before standing up, the mixing ball finally found.

—----------------------

In no time, you had already begun making batches, “Je suis chez moi” blasting around the room. Making you both laugh as you danced around the kitchen, dough still sticking to your hands. 

But laughter soon became playful fighting threats, all orchestrated after you had attempted to reach the bag of flour in the upper cupboard. Unfortunately enough, even if you were taller than the brunette, your hand slipped, the white powder spreading everywhere. Including Clara’s hair.

“Oops- Sorry” You sheepishly excused yourself. 

Turning around to face you, Clara was clearly annoyed. Her black t-shirt now tainted white, she was already plotting for yours to turn the same color.

“Hum… I didn’t touch the dough did I ?”

—----------------------

The doctor had come worried about how much fun the two of you seemed to be having. Not that he didn’t feel included, you had tasked him to bake some of the batches in the TARDIS kitchen after all. As much as he found it childish, he couldn’t help but want to see you smile at him, as you proudly presented the TARDIS-shaped cookies. He was fascinated with how such simple things could have you beaming with so much joy.

Finally taking the last batch of cookies out of the oven, he put them to cool down on the aisle. And as he closed the heat inducing contraption, the sound of war cries came from outside.

“Pudding brains” He muttered, running out of the box with a slightly annoyed look. Taking the first door, the kitchen was the second line of action. And as he opened it, he was welcomed with both of his companions covered in white powder, laughing their asses off trying to get the other to stop the carnage. 

Taken in the crossfire, the doctor could only stand in the doorway, and try to stop the two warriors. Unfortunately enough, his voice wasn’t as loud as the music, overshadowed by the manic laughter of the two girls, too concentrated on throwing whatever ingredients came their way.

And what was bound to happen, happened. All it took was for Clara to dodge the icing sugar, letting the sweet powder cover half of the Doctor's coat. Your eyes bore an horrified look as you traced the form in the middle of the doorframe.

“Clara…? Keep absolutely still, his vision is based on movement-” You sheepishly let out trying not to laugh at the very crossed face of your husband.

“Now that’s just insulting sweetie.” And yet all you could do was give him a small smile.

—----------------------

After what seemed to be like a day of cleaning, Clara’s kitchen was finally in order. The dough had been stored in the fridge for now, being the only thing saved from this carnage. 

“My back-” You complained as you finally got up from the floor. Bending the other way around to release the pressure, you heard your back pop in a satisfying manner. “That’s more like it.”

“Please, make me remember to not let you grab the flour next time.” Insisted Clara as she washed the now watered down flour, off her sponge.

“Oh come on, it was fun-” You let out while whipping off the excess water on the aisle.

“ ‘Could have been spared from it-” Commented the grumpy man now seated in the hallway. 

“I've had enough with one grumpy sister, Dear. I don’t need a Scottish husband into the mix-” You let out without  much mind. 

“-Sister?” Clara seemed surprised by your statement. Yet you decided not to pick on it, and put out the stored dough to make new cookies.  This time, Clara,  being in charge of the flour.

“Let’s make the last few batches. We still need to surprise your classroom now don’t we?” 

—----------------------

After this little “incident”, everything went rather smoothly. With five more boxes of biscuits on the counter, you had enough to live on it for the next two months. At least you were hoping. With your husband roaming the TARDIS, you could count maybe two weeks before two of the boxes disappeared. 

As much as the doctor wanted to take Clara on an adventure after such a “Boring” day, you had insisted for him to let the girl sleep before trying to make her run from aliens again. She still needed to teach the next day, and your little session had been quite an eventful one.

That left you and the doctor alone in the TARDIS, the Doctor still covered in flour. You would have supposed he would have changed by now, yet here he was, still in his whitened coat. 

Sighing, you came closer to his side, your hand stretched out for him to hand over his  precious coat. “Come on, hand it over, it needs a wash.”  

“I can do it, you know ?”

“Hand it-” You insisted.

After looking at your hands for a good minute, he finally gave in. “Fine…” Signing the Doctor gave you the coat, leaving him in his white shirt and matching vest. 

Quickly you disappeared in the wardrobe, handing over the coat to the TARDIS’s pressing. Landing her a compliment, you got back to the console room, and quitted your own leather jacket before wrapping it over the doctor's shoulders. “Here, you can have mine for the time being.” 

A small smile drew itself on the Doctor’s lips. Your caring attitude, making his hearts flutter with thousands of butterflies. Smiling back at him, you scooted over as much as you could, taking his pinky finger with yours in a caring manner.

Always so caring. The soft and smooth touch of your hand made him realize how old his was. If he was being honest, he hated being so old, yet you almost made it bearable. He always was questioning why you stayed with him looking this gray, and being so grumpy. Yet the three rings on your fingers told him you would follow everywhere he would. Support him through whatever was to come.

You, (Y/N), the infinite girl. His infinite girl. His everything.

—----------------------

Bonus : 

When he emerged around the console in the morning, he was still clad in your jacket. Despite the fact that the TARDIS had hung his own in the room you both shared, he had made an exception for today. Oddly enough, you had risen from bed before him. You had left your coat, leaving him to speculate that you were probably wearing one of your favorite hoodies.

“Hello, my little thief,” you greeted from the top floor. You were hunched over small scraps of paper, diligently piecing something together.

“What are you making?” the Doctor inquired, intrigued by your latest project.

“A keepsake for Clara,” you replied, without looking up from your work.

“Why?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“It’s her birthday next week,” you finally looked up at him, and from his expression, he clearly had forgotten. “You forgot, didn't you?”

Attempting to play it off, he quickly realized that with you, there was no use in pretending. “Scoot over.”

“Thought you were not the crafty one,” you teased, making room for him beside you.

“Surprise then,” he quipped, grabbing the glue stick.

Laughing softly, you bumped shoulders, working together to create the perfect collage of all your adventures with Clara. Occasionally, you glanced over at his concentrated frown, finding amusement in his determination.

Planting a kiss on his cheek, you thanked him for his help before returning to search for the perfect photos. His neck flushed up to the tips of his ears, his hearts fluttering in his chest at your affectionate gesture.

[perereiii]

Gentle reminder to those writing a French-speaking Alastor—His French will NOT sound or look like standard French (SF)! He might know well known phrases like adieu, bonjour, or au revoir, but the French he knows is Louisiana Creole (LC). While it mainly pulls from SF (As well as a bit of African and Spanish) the spelling is clearly different from SF. Take a simple conversation, for example, in LC, SF, and English.

(LC)

A: Bonjou! Ça va?

B: Ç’apé kouri, mærsi. É twa? Komen to yê?

A: Mo byin, mærsi. Ki-çé tô nom?

B: Yé pèl mò Joseph. É twa?

A: Mô nom çé Max.

B: Mo konten fé lakònésans avèk twa.

A: Paréy. Orévwar!

B: Orévwar, twa!

(SF)

A: Bonjour! Ça va?

B: Ça va bien, merci. Et toi? Comment ça va?

A: Je vais bien, merci. Comment tu t’appelle?

B: On m’appelle Joseph. Et toi?

A: Je m’appelle Max.

B: Je suis heureux de vous rencontrer. (Which is pretty close to nice to meet you, that of which is shortened to « Enchanté »)

A: Moi aussi. Au revoir!

B: Au revoir (« twa », afaik, just directs it at person A)!

(ENG)

A: Hello! How’s it going?

B: It’s going (literal translation: is it going well), thank you. And you? How are you?

A: I’m good, thank you. What’s your name?

B: They call me Joseph. And you?

A: My name is Max.

B: I’m happy to meet you.

A: Same. Goodbye!

B: Goodbye!

Some words/phrases translate pretty well, like « Bonjou » and « Bonjour » or « É twa » and « Et toi », but the further you stray from simple words and sentences, the greater the difference you see. (Turns out being separated from SF for about 300 years has its consequences!)

Also to note, Louisiana Creole ≠ Haitian Creole (HC)! They are different! Take the same convo in HC (with the aid of Google Translate)

A: Bonjou! Koman bagay yo ye?

B: Mwen byen pase, mèsi. E ou menm? Koman ou ye?

A: Mwen byen, mèsi. Kijan ou rele?

B: Yo rele m Jozèf. E ou menm?

A: Non mwen se Max.

B: Mwen kontan rankontre ou.

A: Menm jan an tou. orevwa!

B: Orevwa!

If you do end up writing Alastor speaking LC, do a bit of Googling rather than going straight to translate (Google doesn’t have LC, sadly). I went with the site below—the link isn’t working with me, but it’s a long pdf with 18 quick lessons followed by a glossary. It’s also where I got the convo example (it’s the very first convo they have written, under lesson 2).

(If you want to find it and are struggling, my search was “dictionary of louisiana creole pdf”)

His French is said to be broken, so don’t worry about being absolutely perfect ;} It’s unlikely that he would speak many full sentences with it anyway, since it’s so uncommon. Even if he knew it fluently, very few would understand him!

And yes, in the above glossary, there is the word for shit. It’s « Lamærd » if you were curious (which happens to sound similar to SF’s shit, « merde »).

Extra resources you might find useful!

This page in particular is good for grammar, from the writers of the above pdf

A technical and more in depth approach to history, phonetics, sentence structure, etc from the Atlas of Pidgin and Creole Language Structures Online (note: you can travel to different pages in the site, but be warned, because APiCS covers all sorts of languages and dialects outside of LC)

TL;DR: Alastor speaks broken Louisiana Creole, which is different from standard French. There are resources out there to translate if you want to spice up your fic or if you just want to learn it yourself. While using standard French is fine and more accessible for people, Creole is more accurate.

[kilfeur]

Je suis assez curieuse de voir sa wicked phase même si ça pourrait être un mensonge pour enquêter sur son frère.

I'm quite curious to see his wicked phase even if it could be a lie to investigate about his brother.

[transforming]

The Vitruvian Vault

Maximilien was wearing a tux that fit tightly around his built frame, and his handsome face made everyone’s heads turn and gawk at him.  His charming smile made everyone watching swoon. What they didn’t know was that he wasn’t really that handsome, or muscular, or attractive, and that he wouldn’t be this if he never found the Vitruvian Vault.

Three months ago, Max was on the metro when he saw an envelope fall from another man’s pocket. He didn’t seem to notice that it fell, as he didn’t look back, and the doors were closing anyway, so Max looked around and carefully swooped it up and put it in his satchel.

Getting off at Seneca, he walked to his cramped studio apartment (which came with no bathroom, just a toilet and a sink) and rummaged through his satchel and slid the envelope into his hands. Opening it, he found an empty piece of paper and something else - a remote of sorts. It was a flat piece of plastic with a light at the end, with a singular button, emblazoned with a copy of da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man.

“One button with the Vitruvian Man?” he asked, curious. He looked at his small flat screen, aimed the remote to it, and pressed it. 

Nothing.

“So not a TV remote, I guess,” he said dejected, and accidentally pressed the button as the remote aimed at the front door. The wooden door glowed and Max gawked as atom by atom, it transformed into a metal one.

“Woah, what the–” his voice trailed off as the door shifted and morphed into metal. Max carefully approached it and turned the handle.

On the other side was not the corridor of his apartment floor, but a huge warehouse full of human-sized pods. The room was super bright, and as Max stepped in, he heard a voice from somewhere:

“Welcome to the Vitruvian Vault, Mr. Lopez,” it said in a flat, almost robotic tone. “Please close the door behind you.”

Max did as was told. He walked down the steps and took a close look at the pods. Each one had a screen, with pictures of beautiful people of all ethnic backgrounds and sexual orientations.

“Wh-what is this place?” he asked to… well, no one.

Steam hissed from an area of the warehouse, and a humanoid robot was walking towards him. Max was frightened - it’s like seeing the robot inside the Terminator, about to kill him. Instead though, the android pressed a button on the screen of a pod, and it opened to reveal a handsome young man. 

“Mr. Lopez-”

“M-Max,” he stammered.

“Max, call me Marwan. I’ll be your guide to the Vault.”

“So wait, this… this Vault thing, it houses bodysuits?”

“Not just bodysuits… well, it stores copies of bodies, but the ways you can use them are endless,” Marwan chuckled.

He led Max to an empty white room.

“This is where we scan you so the bodies can be calibrated to your… physical size? Yes, that’s it.”

Marwan positioned Max in the center of the room, and an oculus opened above. Lasers aimed all over his clothed body as the Vault’s AI measured every area of Max’s body (including package, which did not enthuse the ladies and gents), while also assessing the types of bodies Max would like. It took about ten minutes until the oculus shut itself.

He sighed, “So what now?”

“We pick out bodies we think you’d like,” Marwan smiled as he led his ‘master’ back out into the warehouse. 

“Okay, so… here we have about ten specific bodies we think you–”

“H-him…” Max stammered, staring at a pod.

“Oh, this guy. Well, he’s of French origin, so you’ll be able to speak French very sexily in this vessel. I mean, you could speak anything sexily in–” Marwan said, interrupted by Max.

“What are the ways?” he asked.

The screen flashed five options:

Bodysuit

Avatar

Body swap

Permanent merge

“Which option would you like to take, Max?” Marwan asked, walking over to look into the pod.

“I choose…”

A year later…

Weird enough, he’s still a robot, and they’re both trying to find a way to make him human, but sometimes, it never mattered anymore. They love each other.

“Je suis Max,” he mumbled. He chuckled. He was indeed sexy, the very definition of pulchritude. The Vitruvian Vault gave him a new lease on life, and now, it was someone else’s turn. Luckily enough, he got to explore the whole vault to understand how it works, seeing all the bodies.

He dropped the envelope and walked away, smirking, knowing whoever picks it up will have a real adventure.

And that person is you. What do you plan to do with the Vault?

[nothingtherefornow]

Potential Date and theory about Miraculous World London : at the edge of time

So it's been pretty much confirmed that the new miraculous special wouldn't come out before autumn 2024 T_T Probably the same date Miraculous World Paris got released in 2023 : November 26th T^T

For me That's still too long waiting until the release.

That's why I'll have to kill time by making some shorts theories about this special.

First, I'm convinced that this special will take place during the ellipse between the moment when Gabriel made a wish and the ending with the Adrinette kissing, the poster above pretty much shows clues about that, just like it confirm Lila's big involvement and role in this special, as well as the confirmation that Marinette will team up with young Bunnix and not the adult one. Adult Bunnix may be the one to give Marinette her own time miraculous as well as the ladybug earings received either by Master Fu from the past or the future Ladybug, after Marinette got her earings stolen by Lila.

Now there's something I'm the most curious about this special : Why London ?

If this is an adventure across time to reveal who discover Ladybug's secret indentity and how did they stale her miraculous, why does this special must take place in London and not Paris ?

My theory is that Lila won't just will not just become the new ladybug and ruin the reputation of the old one, she will arrange for all of Paris to be against Marinette, potentially by framing her as the new villain armed with the butterfly miraculous. Which is entirely within Lila's reach, since with the butterfly miraculous in her possession it would be enough for her to akumatize innocent victim and then save the day by pretending to be a heroine with the ladybug miraculous she stole.

But with the power of the butterfly, Lila can akumatize herself, and nothing would be easier than bringing back Volpina or Infox, and create an illusion showing the new butterfly villain detransform into Marinette. With all of Paris wrongly mistaking her for a super-villain, Marinette would be forced to flee to London in the company of Bunnix or even Luka and Su-han who all know that Marinette was Ladybug (Alya would stay in Paris for Nino and to try to defend Marinette's honor I will go further, perhaps it is even Felix who, as a resident of London knowing that Marinette = Ladybug, will offer the young girl a roof under which to hide. So instead of revealing to Adrien that Marinette = Ladybug to ruin their relationship, Lila will make the young girl look like a new villain, and Adrien will not be fooled because he knows his sweetheart well (we'll see what will be the excuse to put Chat Noir aside during this special)

Traduction for my fellow french :

Il a donc presque été confirmé que le nouvel épisode spécial de Miraculous ne sortira pas avant automne 2024 T_T Probablement pour la même date que le special Paris en 2023 : le 26 Novembre T^T

Pour moi, c'est encore trop long comme attente pour cette date de sortie. C'est pourquoi je vais devoir tuer le temps en faisant quelques petites théories sur ce prochain spécial Londre.

Premièrement, je suis convaincu que ce spécial aura lieu pendant l'éllipse entre le moment où Gabriel fait son vœu et la fin de la saison 5 avec le baiser Adrinette, l'affiche poster ci-dessus montre à peu près des indices à ce sujet, tout en confirmant la grande implication et le rôle de Lila. dans ce spécial, ainsi que la confirmation que Marinette fera équipe avec le jeune Bunnix et non avec a Bunnix adulte. Bunnix adulte est peut-être d'ailleurs celle qui donnera à Marinette son propre miraculeux du lapin ainsi que les boucles d'oreilles d ela coccinnelle reçues soit par un Maître Fu du passé, soit en rovenance de la Ladybug du futur, après que Marinette se soit fait voler ses boucles d'oreilles par Lila.

Maintenant, il y a quelque chose qui m'intéresse le plus dans cette spéciale : pourquoi l'histoire doit-elle se dérouler à Londres ? S'il s'agit d'une aventure visant à percer à jour l'identité de la personne ayant découvert l'identité secrète de Ladybug et comment cette personne s'y ait prise pour lui voler son miraculeux, pourquoi ce spéciale doit-il avoir lieu à Londres et non à Paris ?

Ma théorie est que Lila ne se contentera pas juste de devenir la nouvelle ladybug et de ruiner la réputation de l'ancienne, elle s'arrangera pour que tout Paris soit contre Marinette, potentiellement en la faisant passer pour la nouvelle villaine armée du miraculous du papillon. Ce qui est tout à fait à la portée de Lila, puisqu'avec le miraculous du papillon en sa possession il lui suffirait d'akumatiser d'innocentes victimes pour ensuite sauver le jour en se faisant passer pour une héroïne avec le miraculous de la cossinnelle qu'elle aura voler. Mais avec le pouvoir du papillong, Lila peut s'akumatiser elle-même, rien de plus facile que de fire revenir Volpina ou Infox, et créer une illusion montrant la nouvelle villaine papillon se detransformée en Marinette.

Avec tout Paris la prenant à tord pour une super-villaine, Marinette serait forcée de fuir à Londre en compagnie de Bunnix voir même de Luka et Su-han qui savent tous que Marinette était Ladybug (Alya resterait à Paris pour Nino et pour tenter de défendre l'honneur de Marinette. Je vais aller plus loin, peut-être même que c'est Felix qui, en tant que résident de Londre sachant que Marinette = Ladybug, offrira à la jeune fille un toit sous lequel se cacher

Donc au lieu de révéler à Adrien que Marinette = Ladybug pour ruiner leur relation, Lila fera passer la jeune fille pour une nouvelle méchante, et Adrien ne se fera pas dupé car connaissant bien sa dulcinée (à voir donc qu'elle sera l'excuse pour mettre Chat Noir de côté durant ce spécial)

[corbeau-irise]

[eng]: okay this is a question for ppl who speak French as their native language! i speak it as a second language, right? but i’ve always been curious: what is the transition like when it comes to shifting from using “vous” to address a person to using “tu”?? is it like a friendship/intimacy upgrade?? does there need to be a conversation about it before hand (like “what are we?”).

[fr]: j’ai une question pour les personnes qui parlent français comme leur langue maternelle. je le parle comme ma deuxième langue, hein ? mais je suis toutefois curieuse : la transition de utilisant de « vous » à « tu » — comment fonctionne-t-elle? est-ce qu’il y’a presque comme une promotion de l’amitié ? Devez-vous avoir une conversation à l’avance (comme que sommes-nous ?) ?