#Sur la touche

[angelitam]

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[gouinisme]

i need to cover my guitar in stickers right fucking now

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1 Même AG se tire une balle dans le pied avec Miklan vu que bon, Dimitri préfère faire devenir général Miklan qui est un ancien noble malgré le fait qu'il soit un brigand sadique qui pille et tue pour le fun, ravisseur de femme et fratricide et persécuteur d'enfant avéré tout ça parce qu'il n'a pas hérité de Matthias (alors que Matthias le préfère à Sylvain parce que femme dans le frigo et ne fait rien pour protéger son cadet)

​2 plutôt qu'un roturier x s'étant illustré au combat dans son armée (il aurait aussi pu choisir un ancien brigand mais en disant qu'il l'était pour manger, pas pour tout brûler par caprice) Pour quelqu’un qui veut donner une meilleure place aux roturiers, ça la fiche assez mal

Mais non, l'histoire du roturier qui transcende sa condition tellement il est badass c'est la route de Dedel ça! Et apparemment, c'est la backstory de Ladislava, mais elle meurt avant qu'on puisse dire ouf!

Plus sérieusement, je ne sais pas si l'axe voulu c'était le "même sans emblème un quidam (oui il est noble et donc à eu au minimum une bonne éducation dans ces domaines alors ce n'est pas vraiment in quidam) peut devenir général" ou le "seconde chance pour tous : même si vous avez poutré des randoms, essayé de tuer des bébés et fait des bisous non consentis à des femmes, vous pouvez vous racheter!".

Parce que bon, le coup du "mais Sylvain a dit qu'il était ok avec ça" c'est certes gentil pour lui, mais perso, ça renvoie un image plutôt moche du Royaume, si on offre des portes de sortie à des criminels comme ça parce qu'on est en temps de guerre et qu'on a besoin de bras/têtes. Dimitri a aussi demandé aux paysans abusés et aux femmes séduites si elles étaient d'accord avec son plan? C'est quoi ce message, la peine de Miklan est commuée en "il devient général" même s'il est censé être surveillé et peut être exécuté à la moindre incartade (comme n'importe quel autre général qui voudrait faire des "incartades" similaires à ce qu'il avait fait en tant que bandit)?

Encore à la limite si on nous disait qu'il n'y avait pas que Miklan qui a bénéficié de cette "opportunité" mais tout son gang de losers, pourquoi pas - il n'y aurait pas que lui qui bénéficierait de cette "seconde chance" mais aussi les bandits quelconques qui l'accompagnaient pour effacer ce doute et dire à tout le monde, ancien noble ou bandit quelconque, qu'ils peuvent se racheter en défendant le pays, et pas seulement offrir cette opportunité à Miklan parce qu'il est le frère de Sylvain et le fils de Matthias...

Au final, il meurt en héros (pauvre Ladislava, tout le monde s'en fout de sa mort!) donc Dimitri avait fait le bon choix et Miklan a bien saisi l'opportunité pour essayer de se racheter, même si j'aurais quand même préféré voir Dimiri organiser une escouade de gens quelconques, dont aurait fait partie Miklan en tant que soldat (et pas en tant que général) comme "punition" au lieu d'être exécuté, avec, je ne sais pas, entre plusieurs chapitres l'escouade des gens quelconques qui félicite Miklan pour ses actions/rôles et d'autres personnes qui se lamentent sur ses choix passés, préférant mettre ses talents à l'usage de vendetta personnelle contre, euh, le monde? au lieu de faire quelque chose d'utile et de devenir chevalier ou seigneur de son frère - à la limite qu'il soit promu au rang de chef d'escouade si le premier meurt à cause d'une bête démoniaque - pour qu'il finisse comme il le fait dans le jeu, à tenter de défendre Arianrhod.

Peut-être avec une oraison de la part de Gilbert (certes c'est son grand frère qui a un emblème!) - rappelant que si la possession d'emblème est accordée par la Déesse, c'est à chacun que revient de faire le choix d'être une personne qui fait quelque chose de bien de sa vie, ou pas.

En gros, de faire en sorte que l'accent soit moins mis sur Miklan frère de Sylvain et ancien membre de la maison Gautier, mais plus sur Miklan, un quidam qui veut se racheter.

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[weavingwater]

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[moncoeurestatoimonamour]

La Chartreuse se dresse majestueusement, enveloppée de mystère et de tranquillité. Depuis ses sommets, la Dent de Crolles émerge fièrement, offrant un panorama à couper le souffle. À l’aube, la lumière commence à se frayer un chemin, teintant le ciel d’une douce palette rose. Les premières lueurs du jour effleurent les crêtes des montagnes, dessinant des ombres délicates sur les pentes enneigées. La sérénité de ce moment suspend le temps, et l’air frais de la montagne, empli du parfum subtil des pins, réveille lentement la nature. Le soleil se lève, baignait les paysages d’une lueur dorée et chaleureuse, tandis que les cimes de la Chartreuse se parent d’une touche presque magique, éclairées par ce spectacle paisible et intemporel.

Chartreuse / France 🇫🇷

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[nottswitch]

Hi! For the the wheel of aesthetics:

Sirius Black, 5 turns and smut is more than welcome 😊

hi there, honey!! thanks for requesting <3 haven’t written for sirius in a while, so i hope my writing isn’t too rusty, esp since it’s my first sirius smut too. your aesthetic is…

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"oh my-"

"shush"

siruis’ hand clasps your mouth, muffling your incoming moans as he pounds you into the library bookshelf. it’s a miracle that the old wood isn’t creaking already from the sheer force of his thrusts. your hands search for anything to grab onto, accidentally tugging at some old tome and making it fall off the shelf.

"you really wanna get caught, huh? naughty.”

sirius catches the book effortlessly, putting it back on the shelf, all while his pace inside of you increases, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. his free hand finds its way to your chest, palming your breast through the fabric of your uniform shirt and making it wrinkle. in a moment of sanity, you have half a mind to tell him to stop, since in a few minutes it’s going to be painfully obvious where you’ve been touched. however, just as you’re about to shove his hand away from your mouth, his index and middle fingers slip between your parted lips, making them involuntarily suck his digits in.

"shit, baby," he quietly growls into your ear, and you feel his cock so deep in your cunt, you feel like he’s reaching your guts. you struggle to contain your noises as you cum, your hands desperately reaching behind and shakily gripping sirius’ body – you don’t even know which part. immediately, you feel his cock twitch inside of you, signaling his own orgasm.

"sirius, what the-"

"don’t ask, love."

you frown as sirius pulls out of you and casts a cleaning spell just on himself. your panties, as you have come to find out, are also nowhere to be seen. you lift your head up only to be met with your boyfriend’s sly smirk, showing his amusement loud and clear.

"babe, i’m dripping!"

"mm, already?"

"you know what i mean!"

sirius lets out a low chuckle and leans in, brushing his lips against your ear as he whispers: "meet you in the common room after your little study session. you need your panties, hm?"

with that, he leaves, shooting you a wink and a shit-eating grin as he rounds the bookshelf. you know a lot of things, and one of them is that the charms essay is the last thing on your mind right now. what is worse, though, is that sirius knows it as well. which is why he’s very much not surprised when he hears your footsteps trailing right behind him a minute later.

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❥ la femme à la peau bleue by vendredi sur mer

❥ art deco by lana del rey

❥ daddy issues by the neighbourhood

❥ royals by lorde

❥ shrike by hozier

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Pedri Imagine

Author’s note: This is a request I got on Wattpad, something sweet and cute after he got injured at the Euros. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

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“Hi.”

“Hello.”

“Are you feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah” Pedri says over facetime. “I'm sorry about earlier, tho.”

“Uh?”

“When I kept ignoring your calls and texted you that I wanted to be left alone. I was kind of rude.”

“Pedri, you had just left the game with an injury that meant that the tournament was over for you. It is normal to be angry and frustrated and to want to be left alone.”

“Yes, but… I don't know” he shrugs. “I feel like I was a bit rude with you. With the person who is always there for me on the good and bad days.”

“It's ok” I smile. “But urgh, don't remind me of how much it sucks that I am stuck here with work and that I've only gotten to watch you play once. I should be there taking care of you, not about to start a 24 hour shift at the hospital.”

“I miss you too. But I'm fine, I'm taken care of. Your patients need you a lot more than I do” he says.

“You are being taken care of by who? Nurse Ferran?” I chuckle.

“Among others. Unai has been offering to carry me around.”

“Lucky bitch” I whisper.

“What?” Pedri laughs.

“Nothing.”

“I heard you. Who is a lucky bitch, me because I get to be carried around by Unai, or him because he gets to carry me?” he smirks.

“What do you think, Pedri?”

“Him, obviously. Carrying me is an honour.”

“What are you now? A prince?” I laugh.

“A king, actually. King of your heart” he winks, making me laugh again.

“I'm glad you are making jokes, tho. That means you are feeling a bit better.”

“I'm not joking. I am the king of your heart.”

“Of course you are” I smile. “Have they told you when are you coming back?”

“Actually…” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I'm not.”

“What?”

“They are allowing me to stay with the team and start my recovery here.”

“Oh, that's… that's really nice of them.”

“It is. See how De La Fuente isn't that bad?” he says with a teasing smile.

“Yeah, whatever” I reply. “But if you are staying…”

“We won't be seeing each other in person until they've made me champion of Europe. Which they will.”

“I see…”

“Aren't you happy about it?”

“Of course I am, Pedri. Seeing you this positive after what happened makes me really happy. Relieved too. But I just… I just wished I could get to at least see you once before you come back. Get to enjoy the atmosphere of the Euros together and not just through a screen.”

“Me too… But this isn't my last Euros or international tournament. There will be more in the future, and we will experience them together. I promise you.”

“Ok” I say, forcing myself to smile. “Anyway, I gotta go. My shift is about to start and I need to finish getting ready. Can I leave you in the hands of nurse Ferran and nurse Unai?”

“You can” he chuckles. “But what about you?”

“Uh? What do you mean?”

“Are you ok? You looked a bit gutted after I told you I'm staying in Germany.”

“I'm fine, Pedri. Don't worry. I'll call you tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok. Go be a superhero” he smiles. “I love you.”

“I love you too” I smile back before hanging up.

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A few days later…

“They are very optimistic about the injury. They say that if I work hard during the summer, I'll be back sooner than I think” Pedri says.

“Yeah, well. Let's not rush things.”

“Oh, hello!” Ferran says, showing up on the screen next to Pedri.

“Hello” I smile. 

“How are things in Barcelona?” he asks me.

“Same as always. Over there I've been told you've been so good at your job as a nurse that you may steal mine.”

“Yeah… But I don't think there will be a second time. I don't know how you can deal with him, Pedri is the worst patient ever.”

“Hey!” Pedri complains, giving Ferran a little push and only managing to make him laugh.

“It's the truth, bro” he shrugs. “Anyway, have you shared the news yet?”

“The news? What news?” I say.

“I… ummm…” Pedri says, nervously touching his face. “I've got a surprise for you.”

“Ok…”

“It's a good surprise, of course. It doesn't have to do with my injury or anything.”

“Pedri, c'mon!” Ferran urges him.

“Yes, ummm… I got you a ticket for the final.”

“You what?” I say.

“I made some calls, and you are gonna be free for a couple of days, which means that you can come watch the Euros final with me and my family.”

“Pedri, that's… how… I mean…”

“Someone is speechless” Ferran chuckles.

“But how… How did you manage to do this?” 

“Perks of being Pedri González” he shrugs. 

“I… I don't know what to say, I…”

“See? Speechless?” Ferran says again.

“Just say yes. Say that you are coming to watch them make me champion of Europe and then celebrate with us” Pedri says.

“I… Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Pedri. I'm going to Germany” I smile.

“Thank God” he sighs. “I thought you were going to say no.”

“And miss the chance of being carried around by Unai while celebrating that Spain has won the Euros? No way” I say with a teasing smile. 

“What?” Ferran says with a confused look.

“Inside joke” Pedri says. “Will I see you in a couple of days, then?”

“You will. Germany, here I come!”

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“See? I told you the will make me champion of Europe!” Pedri says, limping towards me.

“They did, yes” I laugh. “But please be careful” I say, nodding towards his knee.

“I'm fine, don't worry” he smiles as he reaches me. “Did you enjoy the game?”

“It was the best. I still can't believe I'm here, to be honest.”

“You're welcome” he says, still smiling. “Now, before the boys come kidnap me again… Can I get my first kiss as champion of Europe?” he smirks.

“You can. But” I say, stopping him as he wraps his arms around me. “First I need to say something.”

“Yes, Unai will carry you somewhere if that's what you want.”

“What?” I laugh. “I mean, I do want a photo with him later. And maybe we could take it while he is carrying me… But that's not what I wanted to say.”

“Then?”

“I wanted to say that I am so proud of you, Pedri. And not only because of that medal around your neck. I am really proud of you because of everything you've done during this tournament even if you didn't manage to finish it on the pitch, and especially because of how positive and strong you've been. Not many people are capable of doing that after what happened to you, you know?”

“Yeah, well” he says with a shy smile.

“I love you, Pedri.”

“And I love you too. Can I get that kiss now?”

“Yes, you can” I laugh before kissing him.

[charlesslut16]

-mine-

summary : Max and you talked, so charles got jealous...

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : +18. SMUT, oral(female receiving), dirty talk, badly translated french and italian, curse words, unprotected sex (be safe!)

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You were standing in the Red Bull racing garage speaking with Daniel, Christian and max. Charles had just gotten a DNF, while Max was the first one on the podium.

Charles stormed into the Red Bull garage, said hello to the three of them and got a hold of your wrist, so he could pull you with him into his driver's room. Once you both were in his room and stood in front of him. 

"Vous a-t-il touché?" he said in a low growl. Approaching you like a predator catching his prey.  His eyes were a storm. His face was touched with... violence. Did he touch you?

" Pourquoi la merde vous en soucie-t-elle?" You snapped, not getting why he was suddenly so interested in your love life. He was close enough to fill your senses with his scent. Why the fuck do you care?

"Answer my fucking question, mia cara." charles snapped back. 

"And what if he did?" You were playing with fucking fire, you knew it, but you couldn't seem to stop challenging him.

His hands were trembling when they reached for you. You sucked in a sharp breath when his hot skin touched you around his neck very lightly. His breath hit your lips when he dangerously deep said :

"Then he will be a dead man at the end of the day. I'm going to repeat this question for the very last time, ma jolie fille. DID. HE. PUT. HIS. HAND. ON. YOU?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, anger vibrated in your veins. Only through clenched teeth, you managed to say, "Not yet. But that doesn't mean-" his mouth crashed onto yours, stopping you from forming, your sentence any further.

You wanted to push him away. You wanted to pull him closer. Not only that, but you wanted to taste every part of his body. You bit your lip. You could taste his blood on his tongue when he pushed it right in to your mouth.

Having you breathless all over again. It looked like he was forcing himself to pull away from you. Like you were acid that he didn't want to touch when he lowly said through heavy breaths.

"S’il vous a touché ce qui vous semble, ce qui a du goût et qui ressemble au mien, il sera un homme mort, vengeur. Vous détenez le pouvoir sur sa vie. Décidé si vous vouliez le gaspiller ou non." If he touched you what feels, tastes and looks like mine, he'll be a dead man, vengeance. You hold the power over his life. Decided if you wanted to waste it or not.

"I'm not yours"

"And that's where you are very wrong, mia cara" charles answered before he took both of your wrist over your head and pushed you against the wall of charles drivers' room.

You looked at him speechless. You wanted to tell him to fuck him self, but no words came out of your mouth. Every ounce of self-control left your body as you saw the look in his eyes. Full of lust and anger.

"Vous n’avez pas une grande gueule maintenant, n’est-ce pas?" You do not have a big mouth now, do you?

Before you could say something, he kissed you, putting one of his on your face and the other hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, so you couldn't get away.

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled the straps of your dress down and pulled it down fully, so you were only standing in front of him in your panties, bra and high heels. Charles broke the kiss and looked you up and down and said :

"Tu fais vraiment comme si tu étais fait pour moi. Seulement moi." You truly do like you were made for me. Only me.

He pulled you against him again, so he could pull you to his couch and push you on it. As you laid on the bed, Charles crawled over you and kissed you again, while he opened your bra and threw it on the floor.

"Charles please"

"Use your word, mon amour"

"Please... Please fuck me..."

"I think you need a punishment, for nearly letting him touch you."

Charles answered as he pulled your panties down, threw them away, looked you up and down, now fully naked, and pulled you a bit down, so your feet were dangling off the couch.

He kneeled before the couch and kissed your thighs up until your pussy came into his view. He looked at your face for consent and thrusted one finger in your pussy.

You moaned as he thrusted another finger in your pussy and then another, until you were on the edge of cumming on his fingers, but charles pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean.

"Charles, no... Please don't stop."

"You deserve it, mia cara"

Charles then pushed his fingers into you gain, until you were on the urge to cumming again, as he pulled his fingers out again. He did this for so long until you were overstimulated.

"I think you learned your lesson to never let anyone other than me touch you. Never"

As he said that, he unbuttoned his race suit, until it laid on the floor. Charles pulled you up a bit and crawled over you. He grabbed his cock and then thrusted into your pussy.

He didn't give you any adjustment time, as he thursted into you fast and full of lust. Not only that, but he grabbed your throat with one hand and gave it a light squeeze, while the other hand held you down, so you didn't get away.

"Tu ne t’évades pas, bébé. Vous prendrez tout ce que je donne." You don't get away, baby. You will take everything I give. 

"Tu étais faite pour moi, ma princesse, n’est-ce pas ? Tout à moi pour maintenant et toujours." you were made for me, my princess, weren't you? All mine for now and always.

After a bit, his thrust got slower and sloppier, which gave you the signal that he was near cumming.  You felt the familiar knot inside your stomach. He put his hand on your stomach.

"You feel me here, don't you, princess. Deep in your stomach."

You only nodded at him, as he came deep inside you with a moan. You did the same, you came around his cock with a loud pornographic moan. He stayed a bit inside you until he pulled out of you.

"Alors, qu’est-ce que c’était que de ne pas être à moi?" So what was that about not being mine? 

[angelitam]

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[coovieilledentelle]

Préparation d'un moelleux au citron

Le moelleux au citron est un dessert rafraîchissant et plein de saveurs qui séduit par sa texture légère et son parfum acidulé. Facile à réaliser, ce gâteau est parfait pour accompagner un thé ou comme fin de repas gourmande. Suivez notre recette détaillée pour préparer ce délice maison qui plaira à toute la famille.

Pour réaliser ce moelleux au citron, vous aurez besoin des ingrédients suivants :

150 g de farine

150 g de sucre

100 g de beurre fondu

3 œufs

Jus et zeste de 2 citrons

1 cuillère à café de levure chimique

1 pincée de sel

Sucre glace pour saupoudrer (facultatif)

Ces ingrédients simples et facilement disponibles vous permettront de préparer un gâteau au citron délicieusement parfumé et moelleux.

Voici les étapes à suivre pour préparer votre moelleux au citron :

Préchauffage et préparation du moule : Préchauffez votre four à 180°C (thermostat 6) et beurrez généreusement un moule à gâteau de votre choix pour éviter que le gâteau n’adhère après cuisson.

Préparation de la pâte : Dans un bol, fouettez les œufs avec le sucre jusqu’à ce que le mélange blanchisse et double de volume. Ajoutez ensuite le beurre fondu, le jus de citron et le zeste de citron. Mélangez bien pour intégrer tous les ingrédients.

Incorporation des ingrédients secs : Ajoutez la farine, la levure chimique et la pincée de sel. Mélangez délicatement jusqu’à obtenir une pâte lisse et homogène, en veillant à ne pas trop mélanger pour ne pas durcir la texture du gâteau.

Cuisson : Versez la pâte dans le moule préparé et lissez le dessus avec une spatule. Enfournez pendant environ 25 à 30 minutes, ou jusqu’à ce que le gâteau soit doré et qu’une lame de couteau insérée au centre en ressorte propre.

Refroidissement et finition : Laissez refroidir légèrement le gâteau dans le moule avant de le démouler sur une grille. Laissez-le refroidir complètement avant de saupoudrer éventuellement de sucre glace pour la touche finale.Ce moelleux au citron est une véritable explosion de fraîcheur et de saveurs acidulées qui enchantera vos papilles. Parfait pour toute occasion, ce dessert simple et rapide à préparer est un incontournable de la cuisine maison.

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Bœuf Bourguignon

Ce ragoût campagnard français classique est parfait pour les mois d'hiver. Copieux, mais pas lourd, il combine les mariages parfaits de légumes d'hiver réconfortants comme les carottes, les oignons et les panais avec la saveur réconfortante du bœuf, du bacon et une touche de cognac. Il se conserve également très bien pour les restes, vous pouvez donc le préparer la veille et le réfrigérer toute la nuit également.

Ingrédients

1 cuillère à soupe d'huile d'olive extra vierge

8 tranches de bacon coupées épaisses

2 livres de bœuf coupé en cubes de 2 pouces

sel au goût

poivre noir au goût

1 gros oignon jaune coupé en dés

2 échalotes coupées en dés

4 gousses d' ail hachées

3/4 lb de carottes pelées et tranchées

1/4 lb de panais pelés et tranchés

1/2 tasse de cognac

1 bouteille de vin rouge sec

2 tasses de bouillon de boeuf

1 cuillère à soupe plus 1 cuillère à café de concentré de tomate

3/4 cuillère à café de feuilles de thym séchées

4 cuillères à soupe de beurre non salé fondu

3 cuillères à soupe de farine

1 lb d'oignons perlés surgelés

1 lb de champignons de Paris bruns coupés en tranches épaisses

1 cuillère à soupe de thym frais coupé en dés

Instructions

Préchauffez le four à 250 degrés. Faites chauffer l'huile dans une grande cocotte ou une marmite allant au four jusqu'à 250 degrés à feu moyen. Ajoutez le bacon et faites-le cuire jusqu'à ce qu'il soit croustillant des deux côtés. Retirez le bacon et réservez-le.

Séchez les cubes de bœuf avec du papier absorbant et saupoudrez-les de sel et de poivre. Faites-les cuire par lots jusqu'à ce qu'ils soient dorés de chaque côté, en veillant à ce qu'ils forment une couche uniforme au fond de la casserole, environ 5 minutes. Retirez-les et réservez-les.

Ajoutez les oignons, les échalotes et l'ail dans la poêle et faites revenir jusqu'à ce qu'ils soient translucides, environ 10 minutes, en remuant toutes les quelques minutes. Ajoutez les carottes et les panais et laissez cuire encore 5 minutes. Ajoutez le cognac et reculez, utilisez une allumette pour l'allumer afin de brûler l'alcool. Lorsque le feu s'éteint, coupez le bacon croustillant en petits morceaux et remettez-le ainsi que le bœuf dans la casserole.

Ajoutez le vin et suffisamment de bouillon de bœuf pour couvrir toute la viande et les légumes. Ajoutez la pâte de tomate et le thym et portez le mélange à ébullition.

Couvrir, retirer du feu et mettre au four pour poursuivre la cuisson pendant 1 heure 15 minutes à 1 heure 30 minutes, ou jusqu'à ce que le bœuf soit tendre et les légumes bien cuits. Retirer du four et remettre sur le feu à feu moyen-doux.

Fouetter ensemble 2 cuillères à soupe de beurre fondu et la farine jusqu'à obtenir une pâte épaisse. Incorporer cette pâte au ragoût jusqu'à ce qu'elle se désintègre, puis ajouter les oignons grelots surgelés.

Dans une casserole de taille moyenne, faites revenir les champignons dans les 2 cuillères à soupe de beurre restantes à feu moyen-élevé jusqu'à ce qu'ils noircissent et deviennent légèrement ridés, environ 6 à 10 minutes. Ajoutez les champignons au ragoût et baissez le feu pour laisser mijoter.

Laissez cuire encore 20 minutes avant de retirer du feu. Salez et poivrez à votre goût, décorez de thym frais et servez immédiatement.

Bon Appétit à toutes et tous ! 😋

Spéciale dédicace pour mon amie @olgaromana avec cette recette bien française ! 😉

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matt and reader are bffs secretely in love and as usual they go on car rides in LA and they stop on a hill bc reader wants him to take photos of her since it's golden hour and he just falls more in love seeing how beautiful she is and he can't help himself when he surprises her by kissing her and then they go home and have sweet loving sex and it's also her first time doing it

Inamorata

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and the reader head to a hilltop that overlooks LA. Suddenly words and looks are exchanged, and some events take place that weren’t on their agenda🌅

Warnings⚠️: Smutttt, it’s cutesy though.🥺 I actually really liked writing this one 🤭

Song for the imagine: Like You’ll Never See Me Again-Alicia Keys

⚠️This is an 18+imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Everytime you kiss me

Kiss me like you’ll never see me again

Everytime you touch me

Touch me like this is the last time

Promise that you’ll love me

Love me like you’ll never see me again

“What do you mean?” I asked Matt looking over at him

“I just mean that it’s dumb for you to try and get the attention of a guy who clearly doesn’t care for you, come on Y/N he’s made it very clear he doesn’t want anything to do with you” Matt says merging onto the freeway

“Wow Matt” I said jaw falling slack as I glare at him

“Listen, I'm not trying to be mean at all. You are giving all your energy to a guy who just wants to use you and then discard you” he said looking over at me

“Use me?” I asked confused

“He just wants sex, and I know you want a relationship with the kid. He clearly doesn’t at all. I mean look at the way he acts when you turn down his advances. He doesn’t care about your feelings” he replied

“Oh” was all I could say

“I mean not that it’s any of my business, but hey if you just want casual sex then go for it, but don’t expect him to turn around and buy you flowers and offer you the world; because he won’t” be said back

“I mean I don’t just want a fuck buddy I want a relationship, but how do you know this anyways?” I asked him

“Well for one I’m a guy, and I’m not like that at all, but I’ve been friends with guys who are like that. And two I’ve been in that predicament myself. Girls who just want sex and then leave me stranded. Not the biggest fan of that” he said to me

“I guess you’re right, thank you Matt for always listening to my stupid boy problems and helping me see how shitty these guys are” I said to him turning my head to the right and looking out the window

“Of course Y/N I’m always here for you” he said to me

I looked over and smiled at him before leaning my head against the window as I looked out the window again.

“I just wish I could find that special someone. I’m always let down” I said shutting my eyes

Matt looked over at the girl, giving her a once over with a sad look in his eyes. Oh how badly he wanted her to look at him, no! Not look at him, but to see him.

“Yeah I get you, you never know he might be a lot closer than you think” Matt replied

“I sure hope so” I replied

Matt kept driving, and I was wondering where we were going because we never spoke of a destination.

“Hey where are we headed to?” I asked looking over at Matt

“I’m thinking of that hilltop on Sycamore grove. It’s beautiful at this time of day. It would make for some nice pictures, and some good talks” he said chuckling a bit

“Ohh I’ve never been there, but it looks so gorgeous I can’t wait” I said smiling at him

We kept driving for another 20 minutes before we pulled up to the hilltop. Not a single care in sight, and the view was amazing.

It overlooked a small part of LA, and with the sun slowly getting ready to set it casted a beautiful golden glow against the trees and the ground. The temperature was just right too. Not too cold and not too hot, just perfect.

“Holy shit this is beautiful” I said shutting the car door

“Isn’t it. It could make a grown man cry” he said laughing

“I’m sure it could” I said laughing back

“Let’s take some pictures” Matt offered

“I’d like that” I replied

Matt and I had taken pictures of the scenery, and some still shots of each other. Man I never realized how blue his eyes were until the sun hit them and made them sparkle.

I took the picture of him and slowly slid the camera down just staring at Matt. I mean I’ve seen Matt hundreds of times before, but I’m just now seeing him. And it made my heart flutter…..

“Is something wrong?” He asked getting confused

“Oh no sorry, I just never realized how blue your eyes were” I said smiling at him

“Really?” He said chuckling

“I mean when the sun hits them they really light up. It’s awesome actually” I said smiling at him

We took some more pictures of each other, and Matt actually took a lot of off guards of me that I hated, but he swore they looked amazing.

The sun was setting a bit more now, and Matt and I decided to sit at the edge of the hilltop. A bit scary, but I tried to face my fear of heights

“So talk to me Matt” I said bumping his shoulder with mine

“I’ve been talking to you” he said furrowing his brows

“No, tell me more. I feel like you’re so reserved now a days” I replied

“Reserved?” He said laughing a bit

“I don’t know, you just are super quiet. I get like a few good sentences out of you, and then just one word answers what’s on your mind?” I said to him

“I mean nothing really. I’m just in my own head a lot of the times” he replied

“Care to share?” I asked

“Ehh it’s nothing important” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Well that’s alright, I’m all ears though” I said nodding at him

A few minutes went by or silence. Just listening to the breeze ruffle through the trees as we watched the busy LA traffic beneath us. I could get used to this, sitting in silence with Matt and watching a sunset. It was calming

“That breeze feels so good” I said out loud shutting my eyes as the wind brushed through my hair

“It does doesn’t it” he responded

“I love when I get hit with a breeze because everything just stops for a moment and that’s all you feel” I said taking a breath in

“And all you can hear is your heartbeat” he said

“Yeah…..it makes you want to cry it feels so good” I replied looking over at him

“Do you ever cry?” Matt randomly blurted out causing me to look over at him

“Sometimes, do you?” I said in a whisper looking over at the sunset

“Yeah” he said in a soft whisper

“What do you cry about?” I asked giving him a soft smile

“Shit…I cry so much sometimes I feel like I’m gonna turn into drops”he replied looking down and swallowing thickly (IFYKYK)

“I get that, tell me more” I said in a whisper

Matt looked over at me with glossy eyes and licked his lips

“I just cry about it all. Where I’m at right now, who I’m surrounded with. All the troubles I went through to get to where I’m at. It makes me emotional” he said blinking his tears away

“Wow Matt, that was beautiful” I said wiping his eye with my thumb as he looked at me

“I cry about the beauty of life” he said chuckling

“That was embarrassing right” he said shaking his head

“No, it wasn’t. I understand you Matt. I see you” I replied looking into his eyes

Suddenly Matt leaned into me, connecting our lips. At first I was shocked. I mean never in a million years did I think this is where we would end up. Kissing on a hilltop, but I loved it. I kissed back, my hand caressing his cheek.

Our lips connect like two puzzle pieces that have been lost. I pulled away, breathing heavy as I looked into Matt’s eyes

“I’m sorry” he said blinking

“Don’t be Matt, I enjoyed it” I said before leaning in and picking his lips again

“The suns set, I think we should head back” he said

“Yeah” I said nodding my head

Math helped me off the ground and we got back in the car. A 30 minute drive filled with music, talking and the occasional silence. Every moment playing in my head from our previous interaction.

Truly fighting with my mind if it was Matt all along, and I’ve just been ignoring these feelings. My mind started to race with many thoughts.

We pulled up to the house and noticed that Nick and Chris were gone. This made me a bit anxious as to where things could lead to, but Matt wasn’t like that, so I felt better.

We headed to his room and just sat on his bed talking. This slight bit of awkwardness in the air that we were north desperately trying to ignore.

“I ummm I’ve been meaning to tell you how I feel, but I was so scared you didn’t feel the same way” Matt said looking over at me

“It never occurred to me that I could like you, but when you kissed me everything just felt complete. Like you were my missing piece all along” I replied back to him

Matt leaned over and kissed me again, soon becoming a heated make out session. Something I wasn’t prepared for, but was giving it my all. Our teeth clashing together as our tongues fought for dominance. It was such a heated and needy kiss, and it made my knees weak

He leaned us back as he was now hovering over me, his right hand running up the side of my left thigh. As his kisses went from my jawline to my neck as I let out little whimpers.

His right hand slowly kneading my hip bone. When suddenly Pulled away…this was getting too much for me

“Umm wait wait” I said pulling back

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” he said pulling back

“No it’s okay” I said shaking my head

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and I wasn’t trying to force sex on you. I was just simply wanting to kiss you” he said giving me a once over

“No it’s okay Matt. I just ummm I’ve never done this before” I said avoiding eye contact

“What making out?” He said giggling

“Umm no like having sex or taking part in any sexual like acts other than kissing” I said to him

“Oh that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” He said smiling

“Okay” I whispered out

“But I do want to keep kissing you” I blurted out biting my lip

Matt smirked at me, and leaned back down reconnecting our lips. His kisses moved to my neck and back up to my lips. I know I said I only wanted to kiss him, but my body was burning with desire for him.

My lower stomach flips every time he lays a kiss on my neck, and my core throbbing and dripping for him. God why was he having such an effect on me.

“Matt” I said in a whisper

“Yes?” He replied back

“What if, what if I want to do more?” I asked looking into his eyes

“Then we can do more, but don’t feel pressured, okay? I can wait” he said running his hand through my hair

“You can wait, but I can’t….I need you like badly” I said breathing heavily

“Yeah okay okay” he said in a whisper

Matt had kissed down to my neck. Leaving light kisses that were making me burn up inside.

He leaned back and pulled his shirt off, so I pulled mine off as well.

“Can I…can I take my bra off?” I asked Matt

“Baby you can do whatever you want” Hs said licking his lips

I started to blush as I removed my bra . Never allowing a man to see me this way causing me to get a little shy

“Don’t get shy on me pretty girl” he said giving me a smile

Matt had started to kiss my neck, and slowly went down to my breast. Massaging both breasts before taking one into his mouth.

“Oh Matt” I said in a whisper as my eyes fluttered shut

He then went down to the valley of my breast, and started to kiss leaving sloppy kisses on my stomach. I was aching for his touch.

“Can I take your pants off?” He asked, and I nodded

He started to take my pants off as I lifted up a little for him to get them fully off.

He looked at me with a small smile before sliding his jeans off as well. Tossing them somewhere behind him.

Matt came down to lay next to me kissing my cheek.

“Okay baby. I have to stretch you out” he said. I turned my head towards him and nodded

Slowly he trailed his hand down to my underwear. Slightly dipping his hand in to massage my pelvic area before completely sticking his hand down to my aching cunt

“Can you open your legs a bit more?” He asked, looking up at me. I nodded and opened my legs more

“Good girl” he said, kissing me, and then he slid his hand all the way down coating his fingers in my arousal before bringing them back up to massage my clit

I just gasped and opened my mouth as I looked down at Matt’s hand. My own hands fistinf the sheets beneath me.

“Feeling okay?” He asked

“I feel so good Matt” I told him licking my now dry lips

“Has anyone ever done this to you?” He asked in a whisper his blue eyes piercing into the side of my face as I continued to stare down at his hand in my panties

“No….only myself” I said in a gasp licking my lips again

Math started to rub my clit in circular motions. Allowing me to squirm and moan at this foreign feeling.

“Okay baby this may hurt” he said before sinking his middle finger into my entrance.

This was a burning stretch I’ve never felt before, causing my eyes to shut and my brows to furrow

“Ow Matt” I said finally opening my eyes

“Too much? I can stop” he said reading my face

“No no keep going” I told him, and so he did. He slowly started to rock his fingers in and out curving them up to hit my G spot

“Oh fuck” I moaned out

“That feels so fucking good” I said as he started to rub my clit with his thumb

All that could be heard was the wet sounds of my cunt taking his finger and my moans and heaving breathing.

“Oh Matt….I've never felt something like this” I told him as my mouth fell open

“Does it feel good?” He asked

“So fucking good” I said whispering the last part

“Alright my love, I think you’re all stretched out for me” he said removing his fingers from me

“Okay” I let out in a careless whisper

Matt removed his boxers allowing his cock to spring up. My eyes immediately lit up. God he was hung, and I was burning with desire

“This will hurt, so I’m going to go slow, and if it’s too much I’ll stop” he said

“Okay baby” I whispered to him

Matt had both arms on either side of my head and was looking into my eyes

“Ready?” He asked one more time

“Yes Matt I’m ready” I told him

Matt lined himself up with my entrance and slowly slid in. My mouth dropped as my eyes screwed shut. I thought his finger was painful….this was hurting like hell

“Fuck Matt that hurts” I said gripping his left arm with my right hand

“Want me to stop?” He asked

“No keep going…..just slower” I told him

He slowly started to insert himself into me further. He soon bottomed out, and the feeling of his dick inside me made my stomach churn. He was made for me.

“So perfect,” he said, moving my hair out of my face. Matt was allowing me to relax around him and get used to the stretch before moving.

“You can move” I told him, and so he did.

Slowly he rocked his hips back and forth allowing the burning stretch to subside.

He was letting out little moans and grunts that were making me so wet.

“Fuck Matt you sound so hot” I moaned out gripping the back of his head

Slowly Matt started to pick up his pace. Sliding in and out of me in such a delicious way

“Fuck Matt you can go a little faster” I told him

Matt started to thrust into me a little faster and I was completely losing my mind. Never in my life did I think sex with a man would feel this good, but Matt wasn’t just any man; so it made sense

“Matt this feels so good” I said moaning out as my toes curled

“You feel so fucking good around me” he said moaning the last part

Matt leaned down more allowing our chests to touch. This intimate action made my walls clench around him. I never wanted this moment to end.

Matt continued to thrust into me, becoming a sweaty and groaning mess above me. Pulling him down more to leave kisses on his neck as he groaned into my ear.

He slowly snaked his hand down to my clit, and began to rub. My body convulsing against him

“OH MY GOD” I moaned out at the intense sensation I was feeling

“You okay doll?” He asked looking at me

“FUCK YES keep going. Fuck Matt I think I’m going to cum” I told him as I started to clench on his cock causing him to moan

Matt was fucking into me at a good pace, his thumb rubbing my clit harder as he chased his own orgasm.

“Matt Matt Matt” I said scratching his back and clenching down on him harder

“Come on baby! You got this” he said rubbing his thumb faster

“I’m going to cum. Fuck fuck fuck” I said shutting my eyes and throwing my head back even more

“Come on. Come on give it to me” he said into my ear

“FUCKKKKK MATTT” I screamed out as I started to convulse and tremble. My orgasm completely washing over me. My vision clouded with flashes of colors, my hearing fading in and out, my thighs shaking as my back lifted off the bed.

I locked eyes with Matt as I came down from my high, my brows furrowed and my mouth hung open.

Matt pulled out of me and he started to pump his cock. Rolling his neck as he let out little moans and pants

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” he said kissing my lips

He pulled away and his lower abdomen started to contract as his mouth fell and his brows furrowed. He looked into my eyes as he came all over his hand and my lower stomach. Slowly coming down from his high and rolling onto his back next to me

“Matt that was amazing” I said looking over at him

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself pretty girl” he said looking over at me

“You were so gentle with me I appreciate it, and you allowed me to feel pleasure” I said rolling over to my side and kissing him on the cheek

“I’m all about giving. Plus watching you cum on my cock will forever be engraved in my mind. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” he said biting his lip

“Thank you Matt” I said laying a kiss on his lips

Matt ran a bubble bath for us, and we sat in the warm water washing each other as we laughed and talked about the events that had just taken place.

Who would’ve thought Matt and I were meant for each other.

I was his Inamorata.

The End

Alrightttt I’ve been MIA FOR DAYSSSS, and I’m sorry I just had no motivation. However I hope you enjoyed this story and especially hope the person who requested it enjoyed it! 🤭 LOVE YOU GUYSSS🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[sanzaibian]

I turns off my phone angrily. I have barely touched down to Pudong International Airport, and now I have to call my Shanghai agent about how I’m going to be late, and that “China Eastern”, that company full of crooks, doesn’t even want to compensate my $4200 business class ticket for being 2 hours late.

“Allô ? C’est Julien, je suis enfin arrivé à Shanghai. (Hello ? It’s Julien, I’ve finally touched down at Shanghai.)” I say to my local correspondent, the one responsible for dragging me here.

- Enfin ! Ça fait une heure qu’on vous attend ! (Finally ! We’ve been waiting for you for a whole hour !)

- C’est pas ma faute ! Le vol a eu deux heures de retard à cause de soi-disants ‘vents forts’ vers la Mongolie… et ces escrocs ne veulent rien me rembourser… typique… (It’s not my fault ! The flight was two hours late due to so-called ‘powerful winds’ around Mongolia… and those crooks don’t want to reimburse me… typical…)” I answer, annoyed.

- Bon, de l’Aéroport de 浦東 (Pudong) jusqu’ici… pff… je vais devoir leur dire de revenir cet après-midi… (So, from 浦東 (Pudong) Airport to here… ugh… I need to ask them to come back this afternoon…)” He says, similarly annoyed, though seemingly flaunting his perfect pronunciation in Chinese.

- Ne râle pas sur moi, j’ai rien fait ! Je savais que j’aurais dû prendre Air France, ils n’auraient pas eu de retard comme ces asiates… (Don’t dump it on me, I did nothing ! I knew I should have gone for Air France, they wouldn’t be late like those chinks…)

- Roh… (Ugh…)” He sighs a while. “Je vais m’occuper de tout. Juste… viens aussi vite que possible. (I’ll manage. Just… come here as soon as you can.)”

I turn off the phone. As if I would waste a minute of my life�� I’m Julien Blanc, and my time is money, just like the saying goes. As the heir of a multi-million dollars worth banking company, I have investments left right and center, and can’t let the next golden goose escape me.

Recently, a well-known investor, Pierre Zhang, let me know of a promising startup here in Shanghai. While at first I was understandingly skeptical, after all chinks are known for their plagiarism, I did check the project and found it to be unique, and even viable.

While I do know that Pierre Zhang is half one of them, so he does take their side much more than a regular person would, this time he saw a good opportunity. And it will be botched due to an incapable company that spouted nonsense about “strong winds” or something and was late as a result.

Angrily, I stomp in the giant airport halls, guiding myself thanks to my impeccable English – though, just don’t listen to the pronunciation. I’m stopped multiple times for security checks, and I do swear on them a couple of times, but they deserved it for wasting my time even more.

However, as I was striding in the main hall in order to find the metro station, seeing more and more of those chink hooligans, one of them shoves me to the side. He’s wearing a mask like the pussy he is, as well as a ridiculous oversized hoodie, some laughable jewelry and undistinguished sweatpants.

He’s left as soon as I turn around, meaning I can’t berate him. Youth these days are really insufferable. Where I grew up, on the Saint-Louis island in Paris, we weren’t even half as rude as today’s kids.

Scoffing, I continue rushing to the metro, though I kind of feel dizzy. Did he give me a disease or something ? When I reach the metro shoot, I see a barrier with policemen. Apparently they’re scanning for the coronavirus – they’re still doing that ? – by checking our temperature.

I go in the barrier, confident that I’ll pass the test, when suddenly, my path is blocked.

“Sorry, sir, please come with me.” Said a policewoman in her heavily accented English.

- What are you doing ! Let me go, I did nothing wrong !” I protest with a similarly accented English.

The policewoman doesn’t answer me and leads me to a small room in the airport. There, I see a bunch of other people with masks, waiting on seats. Showing me a mask, the policewoman explain :

“You may be sick. Take a mask and wait. - I’m going to be late ! Nothing’s wrong with me, just let me leave !” I say, though I don’t notice my accent shifting a little.

- Wear it or face consequences.” The policewoman insists, dangling the mask in front of my eyes. I sigh.

- Okay, but make it quick. I’ll wear 一只 (one).”

I squint my eyes. How did I say ‘one’ ? It feels incorrect, have I accidentally used French ‘un’ ?

I take the mask and wear it, still squinting. I still feel dizzy, so I guess the policewoman must have been right ? I take my phone out, wanting to send a quick message to Pierre about me being late, but something seems wrong.

When I look on my phone, there’s a weird app named 抖音 that has been installed. I don’t remember doing that. In fact, why is there even a Chinese app on my phone !

I click on it, and suddenly, videos start playing. I squint my eyes as I look at the videos of ch… Chinese people doing a variety of things. First it’s a video of a cat rubbing on someone, and that guy exclaimed “它真的是只饥渴死的猫啊！”, with then the woman filming answering, with a hurried tone “快摸它啊，你干嘛在那儿等呗？真冷啊。”. Even though I don’t understand a word that is said, I can guess that the woman is telling the guy to go rub the cat.

It’s funnier than I expected. Turns out the Chinese have more humor than I thought. Then, another video comes on, showing a guy, looking just like that punk from earlier, saying “穿这种衣服，我干嘛不会感丢人哎？(… these clothes… … lose face ?)”, and the camera pans out to a woman in a cockroach outfit. The punk continues “你已��三十岁了，为什么还在买这种衣服了？(… thirty years old, why still buy… ?)”, the woman answers “你现在我穿什么你都要管吗？(You... right now what I wear… your business ?)”. The punk then comes back into frame, with the woman on the left, asking “没有情侣版吗？哪只手我该牵啊？(There isn’t a couple’s version ? Which hand should I hold ?). Then, the woman shows a tendril, and they hold hands like that. I smile, finding it way funnier than it should.

I don’t really notice how I understand more and more what’s on 抖音 (Douyin), though I do let myself grow limp on the waiting room chair. I guess I don’t have much regards anymore for how I look, after all I’m waiting for a coronavirus test. Nobody’s going to comment on my posture !

The next video shows three guys running, with the caption 三人跑步时能干什么 (What can three people do while running together ?), and I see how their hair bop up and down. I’ve been shaving myself bald for quite a few years, ever since I was balding too much for me to bother with hair, but seeing these guys like that makes me a bit nostalgic of that time.

Seeing them doing stupider and stupider stuff, and smiling more and more as they show bungee jumping, doing pull-ups, playing games, stir-frying and even boxing, I feel a bit weird. Like I can kind of relate, in my youth I also did crazy things, and it would absolutely be something I would have done with my friends. I scratch my head, feeling it tingle, as I continue watching the next video, not even realizing my squinting is less and less strenuous.

The videos continue trickling in, every one more humorous than the last, and I catch myself chuckling out loud multiple times. By now, I understand everything very clearly, and when a doctor comes to do a coronavirus test, I don’t even blink when he addresses me in Chinese :

“少年，请跟我进走。(Young man, please enter with me.)

- Yes, 先生。(Yes, sir.)” I answer, mixing English and Chinese.

Everything is confused as he takes me to a machine, my thoughts mixing French, English and Chinese. Even my clothes feel… less tight than they used to. Almost as if they were melting and becoming glue.

I take place in the machine and he activates it. I feel as if things become clearer while I’m in. Like, for example, why was I stressed just now ? I don’t have anything important to do right now. And why languages are mixed ? I guess it’s because it’s cooler to mix in English…

The machine stops, and I leave it, scratching my straight hair. Had I ? … no, of course not, it’s my facial hair that I shave…

The doctor hands me my piercings.

“Euh, attendez, 先生，有什么不对了…… (Er, wait, sir, there’s something that’s not right.)” I ask, mixing French and Chinese. I really feel like something is not right.

- 什么发生过了？会跟我谈一谈。(What happened ? You can discuss it with me.)

- 我……有个奇怪的感受。Est-ce que 您找到了种疾病吗？(I… have a weird feeling. Did you find some kind of disease ?)

- 没有。但是您不舒服的话我肯定会给您扑热息痛。(I didn’t. However, if you don’t feel good, I can give you some paracetamol.)” He answers me, with a helpful look.

- 该好了。Merci. (It should be good. Thank you.)”

I take the pill he gives me, and put my piercings back on as I go back in the terminal. As I walk, I feel very comfy, as if everything was alright. I look down on my large oversized hoodie with its colorful prints. I feel like I’m in my youth once again… huh, it’s so weird to say that when I’m only... 23 years old !

Suddenly, I get a phone call from a weird contact I don’t remember having, someone named 张皮尔 (Zhang Pi’er/Pierre). I accept the call :

“喂。是谁？(Hello. Who’s there ?)” I ask, with a perfect accent.

- Julien ? Pourquoi tu parles chinois ? (Julien ? Why do you speak Chinese ?)” He groans, then switches to Chinese. “是我问您是谁。是您的电话吗？(I’m the one asking you who you are. Is it your phone ?)

- 当然是。我是个富二代，为啥要偷手机啊？(Of course. I have a trust fund, why would I steal a phone ?)” I slur, my speech becoming more and more relaxed.

- 嗯……那您是谁啊？您认不认识Julien Blanc ? (Ugh… So who are you ? Do you know Julien Blanc ?)

- 是白炬亮。那你到底是谁啊？(I’m Bai Juliang. And now can you tell me who you are ?)

- 是张皮尔……嗯……听我说一下。你有没有多钱会投资？我认为了Julien Blanc要投资��项目，但你还会投资一下。有没有兴趣？(I’m Pierre Zhang… ugh… Listen. Do you have a lot of money to invest ? I thought Julien Blanc would come and invest in a new project, but you can still invest. Are you interested ?)”

I think for a while. It could be great to have some money coming from another place than my parents’ company… plus, I don’t want to have to join it, or risk being cut off from my money…

However, there’s time, I’m still young, and there’s no rush right now… Plus, having work is, like, a lot of work, and I don’t want to work… But I have an idea.

“张先生，你想不想跟我投资？我给了你钱币，你给了我专业，收入分两半。感觉好吗？(Mr. Zhang, do you want to invest with me ? I give you the funds, you give me the expertise, and we divide the profits in half. Do you like that ?)”

After a while, he answers :

“感觉好了。(I think it’s good.)”

[empiredesimparte]

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | N°30 | Francesim, Ecole Navale de Poulmic, 16 Fructidor An 230

Just hours before his official entry into the Naval Academy, young Napoleon V, heir to a centuries-old empire, finds himself tormented by buried doubts. Did he make the right choice by leaving Paris? His mind drifts to Charlotte, whom he left behind, and to the memory of his late father. What would he think of this decision? And what if he was embarking on a path that was never truly his?

Laura, his unwavering support, quickly notices Napoleon’s unease. With her characteristic clarity and honesty, she reminds him of the reasons behind his commitment and the legitimacy of his choices. A sincere exchange, marked by rare complicity, which deeply moves the young emperor.

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⚜ Traduction française

À quelques heures seulement de son entrée officielle à l’École Navale, le jeune Napoléon V, héritier d’un empire séculaire, se retrouve en proie à des tourments enfouis. A-t-il fait le bon choix en quittant Paris ? Son esprit s’égare vers Charlotte, qu’il laisse derrière lui, et vers la mémoire de son père disparu. Que penserait-il de cette décision ? Et s'il s’engageait sur une voie qui n’était pas la sienne ?

Laura, indéfectible soutien, remarque le malaise de Napoléon. Avec la justesse et la franchise qui la caractérisent, elle lui rappelle les raisons de son engagement et la légitimité de ses choix. Un échange sincère, empreint d’une rare complicité, qui touche profondément l’empereur.

(Laura) Tu as l’air nerveux (Napoléon) Un peu (Laura) C'est Charlotte pas vrai ?

(Napoléon) Oui. Tout le monde, même Oliver et Hortense, m’ont dit que c’était une mauvaise idée d’être ici aujourd’hui (Laura) Souhaites-tu entendre mon avis ?

(Napoléon) Vas-y (Laura) Si tu regrettes maintenant, tu ne réussiras pas la formation. Les instructeurs vont sentir chez toi une faille qu’ils exploiteront

(Laura) Je sais que c’est ton rêve depuis tout petit, de servir le pays. Tu as fait le choix du cœur, c’est ce que j’apprécie chez toi Louis

(Napoléon) Merci Laura, j’avais besoin de l’entendre de quelqu’un

(Laura) Il faut aussi du cœur pour diriger, n’est-ce pas ? (Napoléon) Ce n'est pas ce que mon père m'a appris

(Laura) Ah bon ? (Napoléon) Ouais. Les instructeurs nous le diront aussi : « discipline », « sérieux », « pragmatisme », « devoir », « famille »

(Laura) C’est important, mais je ne crois pas qu'ils suffisent à eux seuls. Un chef doit inspirer les hommes sous sa responsabilité

(Laura) Regarde, ton ancêtre est devenu un leader célèbre parce qu'il inspirait des passions qui dépassent l’entendement, encore aujourd'hui

(Laura) Louis, tu as un cœur immense, c'est pourquoi je crois en toi. Tu auras toujours ma loyauté. (Napoléon) Merci Laura, n'oublie pas qu'ici, on a le même rang.(Laura) Dit-il avec toutes ses médailles.

[falgardien]

"Bien que chaque fois que son pied touche le sol, elle avait la sensation de marcher sur des couteaux acérés."

Little mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen. One of the arts I have done for the @thefelixzine

Thank you @bittersweetresilience for the opportunity ♥