#and Rien... maybe one day

[grisou-01]

MK1 Earthrealmers x French!Reader

Hello everyone here is a new x reader with the earthrealmers men ! :) So i'm basically french and i thought it would be funny to do a French reader with the mk1 character, I put the traduction to the french setence ( even if most of them are insults lol ) Again English is not my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes :( Let me know of you have any request for the next x reader :)

Since the day you were recruited as one of the champion you never told anyone where you were from. Not that you were ashamed or anything but you didn't felt the urge of telling everyone that you were not a real American like Johnny for example. You lived in this country for now 3 years so your accent was practicly undetectable for anyone outside french speakers. It was easy for you to hide it since you didn't lived in France anymore.

But there is one thing that could make your "French side" rise again. When you were reallyyyy pissed off or more generaly when you had really strong emotions. To be honest you didn't really knew what made you drop the act : Was it Kung Lao's huge ego? Or perhaps Johnny's constant flirting? Or Bi-Han's stubbornness and coldness? Maybe it was even the humble demeanour of Raiden and Liu Kang? Or maybe it was the constant winning at the spars of Tomas and Kuai Liang and their constant quarrels with Bi-Han? Or is it Kenshi's obession for Sento and his constant fight with Johnny ? You will never know. You thought you were the only one normal here. But what happened during the meal was the straw that broke the camel's back. So you the other champions , Liu Kang and the 3 Lin Kuei brothers were eating after a long day of intense training. It was pretty peacefull , until Johnny started to tease Kenshi about Sento and when Tomas tried to intervene he begin to get scold by Bi-Han for whatever reason, Kuai Liang tried to calm his brother but he began to yell at him too, and then Kung Lao entered in Johnny and Kenshi's fight, Raiden tried to stop him but it only maked them fight even louder. Only Liu Kang remained calm trying to stop both arguments. But it was inneficient. You continued to eat, trying to remain calm, to not just snap at everyone, but hearing everyone yell make it very hard. So after 1 minutes that felt like hour you just yelled without even taking your eyes off your food

"BON QUAND EST CE QUE VOUS ALLEZ TOUS FERMER VOS PUTAINS DE GUEULES ?" [ Trad : SO WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP? ]

As you Yelled every eyes were now on you. They didn't understood a single word, or maybe Liu Kang since he could basically speak every language after eons of living. But seeing you snap like that was very unexpected. Bi-Han who even when he did not understood a single words didn't liked to be yelled at tried to snap back "Who do you think you are to yell like this ?! I am the Grandmaster of-" During his little speech Your eyes finally looked away from your food and went directly at his direction. And before he could even finish you snapped a second time "J'EN AI RIEN A FOUTRE DE CE QUE TU DIS ! SERIEUX TU TE PRENDS POUR QUI A PARLER COMME CA A TOUT LE MONDE COMME CI ON ETAIT TES CHIENS ?" [Trad : I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU SAY! SERIOUSLY, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TALKING LIKE THAT TO EVERYONE AS IF WE WERE YOUR DOGS?]

And for the first time in a long time. Bi-Han. Didn't answered anything. Well he couldn't because he didn't understood a thing about your speech. And that's when Johnny finally talked "Doll , you didn't told us you were French ?!" He said a bit stunned. You turned to face him and raised an eye brow "It wasn't necessary, so I didn't told you." You muttered. Everyone was pretty much stuned by how quickly you just became calm again. "So you're one of those Oui Oui Baguette-" Johnny said "La baguette je te la fous dans ton cul, serieux Johnny, vas te faire foutre avec tes clichés a la con la !" [Trad : "I'll stick the baguette up your arse, seriously Johnny, fuck off with your stupid clichés!"] You said as you looked at him with a pissed off face. But as you finished to spoke Liu Kang gave you a disappointed look at your talking maner. "Y/N Even if they don't understand you, It doesn't mean you can insult and talk down to them" "Oui oui pardon monsieur" [Trad : yeah yeah sorry sir]

you said as you quickly looked away. Everything was suddenly silent but then Kung Lao who had began to eat again said "How's the food in your country, i heard you had the best gastronomy !" "Well it's not bad our pastries are excellent but i don't know if you'de like frogs ' legs and snail" Kung Lao took a moment and said "Well if you'de like to to do one of this dishes, i can't say i would be bothered" you chuckled sligthly of course the only thing that would come in mind would be the food. "So i'm finally not the only European here" Tomas said with a slight grin on his face, you smirked and nodded amused by his demeanor. Bi-Han continued to give you a look filled with hatred, at least that's what you thinked because deep down he was impressed that someone (even if he didn't comprehend a damn thing) snapped back at him, it wasn't often at all that he was put in his place. And he couldn't say he didn't liked it (But he will never admit it). Kuai Liang, just looked at you with an impressed look, first you stuned his brother to the point that he didn't answered anything and second he had to admit that hearing you talking in French was pretty hot. He had a sly smirk on his face that you didn't missed to see. Raiden and Kenshi looked at each other then at you, Raiden said hesitantly

"How did you manage to hide this ? It's not likes it a big deal you could have told us" a soft smile appeared on your lips as he questionned you "Like i said i didn't felt it was necessary plus it wouldn't have changed anything !" You answered, Raiden gave you and understanding nod, you were right, what would it have changed? But still it was like they didn't knew you ? In fact you didn't talk about you that much ! Raiden thinked as he continued to look at you. Kenshi just looked at you with an understanding look too, like you he was from another country too. So he understood that you didn't felt the urge to tell them about this. "Well you could have at least told your favorite person here Sweetheart !" Johnny said as he winked at you . Amused by his words you just rolled your eyes. Then you just stood up and took your plate to put it to the dishes and said "Well this was very tiring day, i'm going to sleep, Bonne nuit tout le monde !" [Trad : Good night everyone] You waved at them with now a slight french accent as you spoke. You turned back and walked away from the dinning room to go to your room.

Leaving them all still stunned by the event that just happened. Liu Kang had a soft smile on his lips and stood up too before saying goodnight to everyone and walked away too. It was nice that you finally said your little "secret" even if it wasn't a big one. Things would be much simpler now. The champions and the Lin Kuei bros just continued to eat in silence, but everyone had a slight smile on their face. You were an interesting person. To say the least.

Let me know if you enjoyed it ! :]

[chrisevansonly]

What about a little bit of fear ending in a lot of fluff for blurb? Like Charles's son who's maybe three or four pulling away from his dad after a bad karting practice or race because he thinks his father is disappointed in him and then spilling it all to his oncle Arthur and Arthur calling his brother that he found his son and then Charles comforting his crying toddler and reassuring him that he's always proud of him and père et fils passent une bonne journée rien qu'avec eux deux ?

ohh i like this idea, okay let’s blurb it!

Charles had been rushing around the karting grounds, his eyes searching for his little boy Matteo who’d taken off as soon as he’d crashed his kart into the far wall of the track. it hadn’t been a horrible crash but Charles had no doubt his boy was a bit upset, but after searching for 30 minutes he was starting to panic.

“my love, i’m sure he’s not far, let’s just keep checking okay?”

your voice halted Charles’s movements as he let out a sigh, nodding and taking your hand

“yeah..keep checking”

while you and charles kept walking about, Matteo had been found by the youngest leclerc brother, Arthur crouching down to sit with him

“qu'est-ce qui ne va pas petit ours”

Matteo shook his head as he sniffled, looking towards his uncle Arthur

“je suis horrible, je suis nul en conduite!”

Arthur frowned, reaching to pull the young boy into his arms, Matteo hiding his face in his chest

“Teo you had a little accident, it’s okay! these things happen, your dad and I crashed at karting a lot growing up”

“y-you did?”

Arthur could feel his heart clench as the little boy looked up at him, his eyes teary and sad

“of course, that’s how we get better…you know your maman and papa are probably worried about you”

“is papa going to be mad at me?”

Arthur shook his head

“no, he loves you so much petit ours…come one let’s go find them.”

Arthur stood up with Matteo still in his arms as they walked towards the reception centre, easily spotting his brother who looked like he’d had better days

“papa!”

Charles turned quickly, seeing his son in Arthur’s arms, rushing over and taking him gently

“Matteo, tu m’as fait peur bébé”

“désolé Papa”

you made your way back to the boys, kissing Matteo’s cheek gently as you rubbed Charles’s back to comfort him as best you could

“It’s okay Teo, I’m just glad you’re okay…are you okay?”

he nodded

“oui, je ne voulais juste pas que tu sois contrarié, je me suis écrasé”

“je ne serais jamais en colère contre toi petit ours, je t'aime trop pour être jamais en colère.”

Matteo seemed happy with his father’s answer, quick to wrap his arms around his neck and holding him tightly, allowing Charles to take a deep breath before turning to Arthur

“thank you for finding him”

the younger leclerc smiled

“of course, he actually went the your old hiding spot when you’d run off for the same worries…”

hearing this you couldn’t help but smile as you looked between your husband and brother in-law, leaning your head onto Charles’s shoulder just happy to have your family all safe

“like father like son…”

[onlyonetifosi]

Behind the camera -> chapter 9

<- previous series masterlist my main masterlist next->

author note1: angst and mean girls are back hahahah 😈😈

As the bell rang, signaling the end of another school day, Yn Leclerc gathered her belongings and made her way towards the school's exit. Her heart raced with anticipation, for today was a day like no other. The Princesse Grace Dance Academy awaited her, and the joy of dancing was the perfect escape from the troubles that awaited her outside the classroom. 

Yn's golden curls bounced as she walked, and her ballet bag swung gracefully at her side. She couldn't wait to join her friends at the academy, especially her best friend, Marta. They had been through thick and thin together, supporting each other's dreams, and now they were on a journey to becoming professional ballerinas

However, the path to pursuing her passion was not without its challenges. A group of girls, once her ballet companions in her school’s ballet extracurricular activity, resented Yn for achieving what they hadn't – acceptance into the prestigious academy. The trio had never quite recovered from being left behind at the school's ballet classes, while Yn and Marta moved on to the illustrious academy.

The trio of tormentors approached, their disdain painted across their faces like poorly masked jealousy. Yn's heart raced, but she straightened her posture, determined not to let their negativity affect her.

"Regardez qui voilà, la petite danseuse étoile," Emelie sneered as they approached, their perfectly coordinated steps emphasizing the mockery in their voices. (Look who's here, the little prima ballerina)

Yn tightened her grip on her pointe shoes, her eyes narrowing at the trio. She knew what was coming, but she wasn't going to let their words break her.

"Hey, Yn, maybe you should teach us some of those fancy moves you've been learning at your 'prestigious' academy," Camille added, her tone dripping with sarcasm. (Maybe you could show us some of those fancy moves you've been learning at your 'prestigious' academy.)

The leader of the trio, Isabelle, sneered, "You might be at the academy, but you'll never truly belong."

Yn took a deep breath, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. "Merci pour votre opinion, Isabelle. (Thank you for your opinion, Isabelle)," she replied, maintaining a calm exterior despite the storm within.

Yn took a deep breath, steeling herself against the words that stung like arrows. "I don't have time for this. Leave me alone."

"Oh, la petite princesse est trop fière maintenant." (Oh, the little princess is too proud now.)

Isabelle smirked, crossing her arms. "Oh, don't worry, Yn. We just wanted to check in on our little prodigy. It must be tough being the only one from our old group to make it into the academy."

Yn's jaw clenched, but before she could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension. "Yn, there you are!" Joris approached with a bright smile, followed by Marta, Riccardo, Nico, Hugo, and of cours her brother Charles.

“Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici?" (What's going on here?) Joris asked, shooting a stern look at the other girls.

"Nothing, we were just catching up with our old friend Yn," Isabelle said, feigning innocence.

Emelie, Camille, and Isabelle exchanged glances, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected support Yn had gathered.

Isabelle sneered, "Your sister thinks she's too good for us now that she's in this fancy academy. She's not as special as she thinks."

Marta, ever the fiery defender, retorted, "Elle est incroyable, Isabelle. And you're just jealous because you couldn't make the cut."

"She doesn't deserve it! It's not fair!" ("Elle ne le mérite pas ! Ce n'est pas juste !") Camille says looking agitated

"Tough luck, maybe you should've worked harder." Marta responds while crouching down to hug Yn. "Vous n'avez rien de mieux à faire?" (Don't you have anything better to do?) Marta, standing tall beside Yn, shot a defiant look at the bullies. "What's the matter, Isabelle? Afraid Yn will outshine you?"

Charles stepped forward, his protective older brother instincts kicking in. "C'est marrant, parce que ça ressemble plutôt à du harcèlement. (Funny, because it looks more like harassment)"

Yn felt a surge of gratitude as her friends gathered around her. "These girls are just bitter because they didn't make it into the academy. Don't let them get to you" Joris placed a reassuring hand on Yn's waist 

"Allons-y, YN. Ils ne valent pas notre temps" (Let's go, YN They're not worth our time) Hugo said while all the group surrounded yn to do a grupal hug and accompany her home.

The group walked away, leaving the mean girls fuming in their wake. Yn couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. With friends like these, she knew she could overcome anything that came her way.

Yn felt a wave of gratitude for her friends and her brother. Once the mean girls were out of sight, Charles put a reassuring arm around Yn. "Are you okay, petite sœur?" (little sister)

Yn nodded, touched by the unwavering support around her. "Thanks to all of you. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Come on, Yn. Let's go home," Charles said, wrapping an arm around her.

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Later, the Leclerc twins arrived home. Pascale, sensing something amiss, looked at them with concern. "Comment était votre journée, mes amours?" (How was your day, my loves?)

Yn smiled, "Ma journée était doux-amer, maman. Mais mes amis et Charles m'ont protégée." (My day was bittersweet, Mom. But my friends and Charles protected me.)

Charles, protective as always, chimed in, "Those girls were just jealous, Yn. Don't let them get to you."

Pascale, placing plates on the table, listened attentively. "Tell me, mon cherie, what happened?"

Yn, grateful for the unwavering support of her family and friends, began to recount the events of the day, while Charles interjected with comforting words.

"Elles étaient jalouses de toi, ma petite sœur," Charles reassured her. ("They were jealous of you, my little sister.")

Charles added, "Nous sommes toujours là pour elle, maman." (We're always here for her, Mom.)

Their maman beamed with pride, "Je suis si fière de vous deux. Vous êtes une équipe formidable." (I am so proud of both of you. You are a fantastic team.) Just after praising them she hurried Yn to start eating faster, "Dépêche-toi, ma ballerine, tu dois aller à l'académie de danse. L'académie t'attend (Hurry, my ballerina, you need to go to the dance academy. The academy is waiting for you)" 

And in that moment, Yn knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she had her family and friends by her side, ready to face them together.

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The afternoon passed quickly for Yn at the academy. The teachers were impressed with her progress, and they made sure to relay the good news to Pascale when she picked Yn up. Pascale couldn't help but beam with pride, knowing that her daughter was destined for greatness in the world of dance and Yn returned from the academy, tired but content

Meanwhile, Charles also arrived home after a rigorous training session at the karting track, guided by his father. Fatigue and satisfaction blended on his face.

As evening descended, the tired but satisfied twins returned home, with also their little brother Arthur, who was practicing with Charles. Pascale had prepared a feast for dinner – a family favorite, barbagiuan. The aroma filled the kitchen, welcoming the hungry trio.

The family gathered around the table, sharing stories of their day. Charles recounted the highlights of his karting training, and Yn shared the encouraging words from her dance teachers. Pascale and their papa, Hervé, listened with admiration.

"Les professeurs disent que tu as un avenir prometteur dans la danse, Yn. The teachers say you have a promising future in dance" Pascale proudly announced, raising her glass in a toast.

Arthur, always the enthusiastic one, jumped up and hugged Yn. "C'est incroyable, Yn! You're amazing!"

Charles grinned. "On est tous fiers de toi, Yn" (We're all proud of you, Yn)

Yn returned her brother's smile "Vous êtes les meilleurs frères du monde" (You're the best brothers in the world)

The night ended with laughter, shared accomplishments, and the comforting presence of family. As Yn drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the support of her loved ones. No matter what challenges lay ahead, she knew she could face them with the unwavering love and encouragement of her family by her side.

i hope you liked it and if you want to know more about yn and the leclercs and the adventures they are going to follow stay tuned (more drama coming soon and pierre is doing an apereance soon)

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[justrainandcoffee]

Non, je ne regrette rien (Eames x fem!oc)

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Summary: I regret nothing, sang Edith Piaf. Jasmine Prince wished she could say the same. It happened five years ago when she was still living in Los Angeles. It wasn't on purpose, it just happened even when it shouldn't have because Eames was her sister' ex. More than sister, her twin.|| For the past two years she has been living in Paris. She liked France, nothing disturbed her peace. Until that day when heading to her back home, she found him.

Warnings: Mention of sex. Guilt.

Words: 2.1 K || Finally I found a good plot to start this story.

2005.

Sophia was her best friend, her confident, her accomplice, her sibling… her fucking twin. And Jasmine did what it was forbidden, not by law, but by the moral compass. She kissed and she fucked Sophia's ex.

The fact that she was drunk didn't justify a shit. She knew what she was doing, she let him seduce her.

Sophia was back in Canada, where they were born and lived for over a decade ago with their parents, and Jasmine stayed in Los Angeles studying.

Her twin met Eames in 2001, when a mutual friend introduced Sophia to him. It was attraction at first sight. Sophia was beautiful and God gifted her with grace and a charming personality.

By that time the twins were 21 and Eames 26 and the first time Jasmine heard his name when Sophia described him as "weird". Weird but hot, she said. But it was obvious that Eames had caused a good impression on her. And Jasmine knew her sister very well to know that it was matter of time before she claimed that he was in love with that boy.

And for the next two years, they were a couple even when sometimes Sophia felt a bit insecure for his constant trips around the world. But sooner or later he returned to her and Jasmine was sure that Eames was never unfaithful. Or at least he didn't seem to be one of those guys.

She did remember very well the first time she saw him. His hairstyle, his clothes… Eames was the kind of man that she, Jasmine, could never have chosen. That was one of the things that the twins didn't have in common. Their taste in men was very different. As for the rest, they were quite similar.

Both twins had the same height, similar weight and both had the same dark blonde hair colour, except that Jasmine used to dye her hair of different colours. The only natural difference between them were the eyes colour: while Sophia's eyes were green, Jasmine's ones were hazel.

Eames and Sophia lasted two years, till 2003, together before splitting definitely. The last six months of their relationship it was awful to say the least. They tried, and failed, to be together but the constant arguments were tiring both of them. Jasmine was the one who comfort her sister when Eames left the country to move to London. Despite everything, she loved him.

It took over six months to be herself again but Sophia was ready to leave everything behind her and start a new life in their native country. Their city, Calgary in Alberta, was a beautiful place and Sophia needed a change.

And two years later she was still living there.

Mariah Carey was sounding when Jasmine approached the bartender to ask him for another cocktail. She was there with some colleagues celebrating a birthday. It was a small group, only five, but they were having fun. Hearing her name for sure surprised her but not as much when she saw who it was.

There was him, his former brother-in-law, with a bottle of beer in his hand and that typical smile of his.

They greeted each other cordially, despite her sister cried after Eames left the country, Jasmine didn't hate him nor was resentful towards him. And neither was Sophia.

Maybe if her boss hadn't started to flirt with with one of Eames friends the same moment they were greeting each other after those years, then Jasmine hadn't been forced to spend time with him. Because the moment her boss did that, both groups of friends become one.

And it was good. The music was great, the cocktails were amazing and the anecdotes people were telling there were fun.

Eames invited her to dance. 2005 seemed to be a good year for the Black Eyed Peas and they were sounding when he took her hand.

Oh, twins were the fantasy of many. And Eames was too quick-witted to be oblivious to it. It was his first thought as soon as Sophia told him that she had a twin. It was a thought that crossed his mind, joked with Sophia about it and in return she smacked his arm. Jasmine was out of the deal. He knew that and a soon as he met the mentioned sister he understood what Sophia meant. Apart from that, Jasmine become a good friend of his and he loved Sophie.

But that was two years ago. Four if he counted the moment he met his ex. All Eames knew now was that the other twin was dancing with him, that his hands were on her hips and that he was lost in her hair that in 2005 was magenta.

Jasmine was sure she wasn't flirting because she could never do that, not even if she was slightly drunk. Not to Sophie, her goddamn twin! She was just dancing feeling the Black Eyed Peas rhythm. Just dancing, right? Not flirting. It wasn't her fault that music was sexy.

But she didn't stop him when she felt his lips on her neck, either.

Jasmine didn't know what happened with Eames those years but he was… bigger. His arms, his back... Eames was different and she noticed the change even under the intoxication that the alcohol provoked to her. The worst part was that now she liked what she had in front of her. So, not hearing her common sense, she put her lips on his.

Eames wasted no time in pushing her to him, reciprocating her kiss. She tasted like strawberry daiquiri. And tasted like the forbidden should taste: amazing. Sinfully delicious.

For a moment her brain cells synapsed and she pulled away from him. "It's wrong," Jasmine said.

"We can stop if you want," two of his fingers were caressing her lower back so slowly that she felt she was going to collapse.

"Eames, don't you think that…?"

"No, I don't think so," he replied kissing her.

So she let him. Jasmine let her future self deal with the consequences of that night. When finally they found an empty sofa they sat there where they continue making out.

There's an implicit code, law, whatever you want to name it, between good friends, siblings but even more between twins. Because no matter what he or she is your other half. Your twin is the most important person in the world and in the moment that Jasmine kissed Eames she broke the most important code she had.

For the past year and a half, Jasmine had been lonely. Without Sophia, something changed in her. Probably because it was the first time in 25 years that she wasn't with her at all hours. And her love life was a succession of horrible dates and waste of time. All she had was her work. It was a pathetic excuse, she knew that. But it was true that she needed something like that. Like him.

By the end of the night, Eames was going with her to her apartment. A rented place that it was cheaper that it should be but she wasn't going to complain about it.

He asked her again if she was sure and once again she answer him, with a kiss.

The floor was decorated now with his shirt, her trousers and boots and over the small bed were both of them.

"Jas," whispered Eames thrusting her for the first time, she let out a quiet moan. Her legs were around his hips and her eyes were closed.

They were identical, not counting the colour of their hair and eyes, but there was something about Jasmine that Sophia didn't have. But Eames didn't know what it was yet.

After her second orgasm and that Eames finished, too. Her lips found his one last time before falling asleep. She didn't hear him say how beautiful she was.

Eames was still there the next morning when she woke up. His muscular arm was around her waist and his usually combed hair was completely disheveled. Her head hurt, she was thirsty and the sunlight bothered her. She didn't need to be an actual doctor to know that she was suffering from a hangover.

When Jasmine went to the bathroom she drank two glasses of water before looking herself in the mirror. All she could see when she looked at herself was the reflection of her sister. Looking at her, judging her.

You fucked my ex boyfriend.

Kissing him was bad enough. But having sex was completely unforgivable. She betrayed Sophia.

Never in her life she felt so dirty. She hated herself. Those kind of things were unforgivable.

"Jas?" The his voice from the other side of the door made her jump. "Are you there?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," she lied. "Eames, you should go."

"Jas, can we talk, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me sweetheart, Eames! We can't talk! Just go!"

"Not until we talk like the adults we are."

Jasmine sighed and opened the door. She thanked that he was dressed by now. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"I tried. I asked if you wanted to continue, you said yes. I asked again, you kissed me. I kissed you. I didn't want to stop, but I was aware that maybe you were going to regret it. So I asked again. By the time we arrived here I asked a fifth time and your answer was another kiss. Jas, it just happened. We are adults, we agree. I loved your sister but I didn't see her in two years and the last months of our relationship were awful and you know that. I didn't expect this to happen, but it happened."

"I don't know if you have siblings and I don't care, Eames. But I do have one: Sophie. And I love her! I love my sister… but. You don't understand, do you? It's my fault, I was vulnerable, I needed a good night… just go, Eames. I'm the one who's going to deal with the consequences."

"It can be our secret."

Jasmine looked at him and bit her lower lip. There wasn't any secrets between the sisters. Sophie knew about from Jas' first crush when she was 12, to her first time when she was 20. All their lives they shared everything, even now that they were miles and miles away from each other.

"Just go, Eames."

"I don't regret it, if you want to know. I regret nothing," he said before leaving her apartment and leaving inside a very upset, sad and guilty Jasmine Prince.

2010. Five years later. Paris.

"Mercy," she said to the barista who sold her a cup of coffee and two croissants before going back to her home, after a long day of work.

It was cloudy, but it wasn't raining yet. Jasmine sat in an old bench watching the pigeons and people. Paris was a beautiful place, probably the most beautiful place she ever lived in.

Two and a half years ago she left North America and now was living in the old continent. She had a small dental clinic and even when in the beginning was a bit difficult now she had her patients and new more call asking for an appointment every day. Her new apartment was nice and her ferrets, Lyra and Orion, were a constant source of entertainment. She couldn't complain.

After finishing her coffee and croissants, she stood up from the bench ready to finally go home.

Paris was a very cosmopolitan city and she was used to hear people speaking different languages. But she stopped suddenly when she heard them talking her mother tongue. It wasn't the fact that she heard three men speaking English, it was the fact that she recognized the voice of one of them.

Billions and billions of people living in this world and he was there. Right in front of her.

"We need to go, Eames. Ariadne needs to finish her…" a blond man with blue eyes stopped talking and now was looking at Eames and at the woman who was standing in front of them.

Near them, a street musician picked up his violin to start playing the very famous song in exchange for some money.

Non, je ne regrette rien…

"Jas…"

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[mochademic]

100 Days of Productivity [Day: 88] || 100 Jours de Productivité [Jour: 88]

there's been so much rain lately. so much rain. & I absolutely adore it. there's nothing quite like a warm drink, wrapped up in your pyjamas [or maybe not] & a blanket [with a pillow too] sitting next to an open window, smelling the petrichor. the gentle tapping of water on your window.

I love grey. in a strange way.

the weekend is bringing with it a lot of exciting things. one of my favourite activities is organizing/room lay outs & now that I finally have my workroom set up at home, I'll be heading out with a few friends to get some supplies.

academic work:

-wrap up all completed units -re-write notes -practice pronunciation [specifically for rolling sentences]

freelance work:

-start on new project -set up workspace -finish all of last week's projects [including sewing] -oil sewing machine

office work:

-continue organizing 2023 documents -prepare meeting notes -email department about upcoming changes [bcc management] -answer all emails regarding payroll/billing

currently listening // in my heart by vowl., Sace

il y a eu beaucoup de pluie ces derniers temps. beaucoup de pluie. et j'adore ça. il n'y a rien de tel qu'une boisson chaude, emmitouflé dans votre pyjama (ou peut-être pas) et une couverture (avec un oreiller aussi) assis près d'une fenêtre ouverte, sentant l'odeur des animaux. le doux tapotement de l'eau sur votre fenêtre.

J'aime le gris, d'une manière étrange.

l'une de mes activités favorites est l'organisation/l'aménagement d'une pièce et maintenant que j'ai enfin installé ma salle de travail à la maison, je vais sortir avec quelques amis pour acheter des fournitures.

travail académique :

-regrouper toutes les unités terminées -réécrire les notes -pratiquer la prononciation [en particulier pour les phrases roulantes].

travail en freelance :

-commencer un nouveau projet -mettre en place un espace de travail -terminer tous les projets de la semaine dernière [y compris la couture] -huiler la machine à coudre

travail de bureau :

-continuer à organiser les documents 2023 -préparer les notes de réunion -émettre des courriels au département sur les changements à venir [Cci à la direction] -répondre à tous les courriels concernant la paie/facturation

chanson // in my heart par vowl., Sace

[thenewrises]

enjoy my brain rambles (18+ MDNI)

idk the last time i did a theory/full lore post on anything since 17 year old me played mystic messenger in 2017 (IN FUCKING PHYSICS!!!!!) but for some reason 14 days with you has been on the forefront of my brain for over a year so. also it's so funny how not into yandere games/dark romance i was years ago but the moment i started college and started reading shit like ACOTAR (not dark romance but like... y'know... rhys...) i am like damn... what if someone was THAT into me me... (this does not include haunting adeline i fucking hate that book)

anyways sorry for the ramble!!!! some fun stuff i have found in the last idk few days of perusing old stuff, new stuff, etc.

also, a lot of hints i've found have been followed up by "👀". this is not the case with everything but just a lil tidbit i noticed! :)

The official 14DWY blog is @14dayswithyou

edit: put 18+ mdni in title because the game is 18+! should have mentioned that LOL

Ren's name!

I have been super interested in finding out his name, which i will send guesses sometime to the ask box when i have more as to not spoil anything if i'm right. BUT, i can share everything i have collected! i do know we will know more about him in day 7 possibly but i want to hopefully give some help if anyone wants to guess like me!

(Not In Name) ❌ - T, D, Z, S

(In The Name) ✅ - N, R, A, E

does not begin with - E, R, B, A, P

does not end with - N, L, Y

extras ⁃ 8 letters (could be more) ⁃ not traditionally masculine ⁃ american ⁃ emerald has three letters (E, A, R are my guesses) ⁃ clarence (two letters right spot) ⁃ emerson (one letter right spot) ⁃ marienne (one letter right spot) ⁃ his sister called him ren

so, with this in mind i have a few ideas. it seems the letter "R" is in the fourth position in his name. the letter "E" seems to be at the end of his name. i believe his name may be unisex or possibly more typically feminine, but he was named by his mother after her two friends (which i believe are Teo's relatives). some guesses about the name i have are: i believe his name may begin with an L or F, but this is just a guess i have but i do not believe it begins with a C. either "ren" is in his name altogether or another variation such as rien. but! this is just a theory (matpat... thank u).

some extras:

_ _ _ r _ _ _ e

edit: upon some scrolling before bed i am starting to believe their name may end in “rence” or “riene”. will update but that’s where i’m landing right now.

edit 2: may ALSO end in renie!

2. Ren's hands!

so we know ren has scarred hands from an accident prior to the events of the game before he ran from home. i don't know exactly what caused the scarring, but i believe it was some kind of altercation with his father from the sounds of it. it was said that ren left his mom in absolute hysterics when he left, so i believe there are a few things that could have happened.

i don't know if ren's father would hurt his mother but let's assume he wouldn't, maybe ren was presenting more masculine, talking back to his father, becoming a "threat" towards taylor, who knows! whatever happened, ren got into an altercation with taylor that ended in the scarring. I believe it has something to do with fire, taylor may have been set of fire somehow. maybe taylor wanted to burn the house down. OR, maybe ren tried to burn the house down with taylor in it...

it's possible that taylor may have tried to harm ren's mother that he attempted to save his mom and burn his father/harm his father. whatever happened, hana was not present for this as i believe this is when ren ran away from home IF this is how it happened.

maybe what happened to his hands was much longer before he left. i've seen some questioning that when leon had a birthday party, he invited hana but she did not go for reasons unknown. what this could mean is that something happened WHEN hana still lived there before she was sent off to school. maybe this was when ren got the scars on his hands. maybe taylor tried to harm ren due to him simply being male, maybe it was something else. maybe ren fought back. maybe taylor tried to hurt ren's mother, causing him to be punished by his father. all i know is, ren in an ask has said “I-I didn’t mean to… He— I didn’t have much of a choice…”

3. Playlist!

a while ago, saint put out this playlist and explained that characters and endings are connected to the songs. from other's guesses and my own curiosity, i went through and did some eliminations and found these to be the most possible to be connected:

shapeshift - ren

almost had me - violet

glimpse of us - leon

angel - ending

god complex - ending (possibly leon)

EDIT: gun - ending (most likely bad)

heart-shaped hologram - EDIT: I believe this is ren's introspection now

these could be inaccurate! but from what i have seen i think these are the best guesses for some of the songs. maybe i'll try to guess more in depth, but for now, this is just from what i've read up! 14 days also has the potential to be an ending, but once again this may be another post.

conclusion

i am so out of my mind. but it is so fun to evaluate lore i have always loved doing it and this game itched my brain. i reccommend this game if you're interested in horror and are 18+ then i say check out this game! read the warnings ahead of time, but i find it funky fresh

anyways womp womp, redacted come home, emo boy by ayesha erotica lookin' ass

[lexoforus]

This post is to vent about French classes so it will probably be a bit harsh.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

BRO HOW THE FUCK CAN I LEARN FRENCH, I DON'T UNDERSTAND A THING WHY HAVE A FUCKING ACCENT AS IF IT WERE A ROOF "Â" ¿WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MEAN?

I'M SICK OF DOING THE DAMN THING "Exercice 1, écouter et écrire" CARMEN I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING IDEA OF FRENCH, DON'T GIVE ME A FUCKING LISTENING.

TWO FUCKING HOURS IN A ROW SITTING IN A CLASS THAT IS SO COLD THAT I WANT TO THROW OUT OF THE DAMN WINDOW LISTENING TO THE BITTER OLD WOMAN SCOLDING ME JUST FOR ASKING FOR A FUCKING PENCIL WHILE PARTICLES OF HIS SALIVA ARRIVE ON MY FACE.

AND AFTER I HAVE A FUCKING 6/100 IN PRONUNCIATION, CARMEN I ONLY HAVE ONE CLASS A WEEK AND THAT SAME DAY I HAVE DRUM LESSONS, UNDERSTANDS THAT I AM MORE INTERESTED IN SITTING FOR AN HOUR PLAYING THE DRUMMS THAT SPENDING TWO HOURS LISTENING TO TWO CHILDREN HAVING A 15 MINUTE CONVERSATION WHICH I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF MY CLASSMATES LEARN IT, UNDERSTAND THAT MY MOTHER FORCED ME TO GO TO FRENCH, APPRECIATE THAT I PUT EFFORT INTO YOUR CRAPPY CLASS BECAUSE I HONESTLY DON'T CARE HOW TO SAY "RED" IN FRENCH, IF YOU EXPLAINED THINGS WELL, MAYBE I WOULD BE A LITTLE INTERESTED IN LEARNING FRENCH, BUT IT'S BECAUSE YOU DON'T HELP AND I AM LEARNING LIKE 4 LANGUAGES AT ONCE AND I AM SICK OF YOU TEACHING ME THE DAMN COLORS, I AM HERE TO LEARN TO TALK AND HAVE A DAMN CONVERSATION NOT TO SAY "La pomme rouge" IT'S NOT AS IF THE APPLE WERE PINK, I WANT TO JUMP OUT OF THE DAMN WINDOW AND DROP INTO THE PATIO WHERE I'LL REMAIN UNCONSCIOUS AND SKIP THE DAMN CLASS. I DON'T UNDERSTAND A THING OF FRENCH.

I'M SICK OF MY FRENCH CLASSMATES, AND THE REPELLENT BOY WHO SPENDS "Carmen, there was pronunciation and writing homework ^^"

SHUT THE FUCKING MOUTH.

I HAVE THE DESIRE TO GRABB THE BLESSED FRENCH NOTES AND HIT MY TEACHER WITH THEM UNTIL SHE BLEEDS, THE LADY IS ANNOYING ALL DAY "Leonor arrête de dessiner, tu ne vas rien gagner dans la vie avec ça, tu ferais mieux de faire attention dans mon cours."

I DON'T WANT TO PAY ATTENTION IN YOUR DAMN CLASS, I WAS JUST DRAWING, I'M NOT DISTURBING, I'M NOT INTERRUPTING, I'M QUIET IN THE DAMN BACK CORNER WITHOUT TALKING OR ANYTHING, COULDN'T YOU JUST IGNORE ME?

I have nothing against French people or anything like that, but my classes really annoy me. I try to make an effort, but my teacher doesn't appreciate it and that bothers me a lot.

[theraggedygirl11]

Tant que notre amour est fou, il défiera toutes les lois

SUMMARY: Jan is a sorcerer. Nace is a human. An "accident" makes them meet and since then they are in each other's mind.

PAIRING: Nace Jordan/Jan Peteh

WARNINGS: swearing, and nothing else in particular, maybe some tears lmao

WORDS COUNT: 2.844

LINK: AO3

NOTES: First of all, I'd like to thank @mrsebastianmoran that created this amazing moodboard and @paperphilia who wrote this short fic inspired by that same moodboard. You two made me write my own version of dark sorcerer!Jan. Please, check both works, they are amazing!

I also thank @anxious-witch, my partner in crime (and in fangirling too) and beta reader.

I might come back to this au, maybe with a sequel. Who knows.

* * *

Oh, mon amour (oh, my love)   Tu es ma chance (you are my chance)   Si je renonce (if I give up)   Plus rien n'a de sens (nothing makes sense anymore)   Oh, mon amour (oh, my love)   La robe blanche (this white dress)   Est la réponse à leurs offenses (is the reply to their offenses)  

On se moque - Molière l’Opéra Urbain  

It all happened so fast that Nace wasn't able to realise what was really occurring. It still felt like a vivid dream.  

He was walking home in the city centre of Ljubljana. It was late at night, he had just finished playing with his band at an event in a local cafe when he noticed a shadow moving fast in the corner of his eye.  

He stopped and looked back. He saw nothing, he was alone in that street. He gulped, then decided to walk faster, marching towards his house, that wasn't even that far away.  

But as soon as he turned, in front of him there was a huge shadow figure, with red flaming eyes and an enormous, open mouth in which he could clearly see fangs as sharp as knives and as white as the Moon itself.  

He was petrified. His first thought was "this must be a nightmare". He needed to wake up, yet he couldn't do it. No, that was reality. A monster made of pure darkness was about to kill him and he couldn't do anything about it.  

He closed his eyes, praying to whatever deity he had in mind in that moment, not ready to die. He waited and waited but nothing happened.  

He heard a noise made by metal links, banging against one another.  

"How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to go around and scare people?"  

Who was talking? Nace opened his eyes and that shadow creature now looked more like a dog that was getting scolded by his owner. Around his neck there was a metal collar connected to a metal chain. A man was near the creature, holding its chain, and he was talking to it like it was his own-he was the owner of that monster?!  

"You are grounded. No more freedom to roam around the city until you learn to behave, ok?"  

The creature whimpered while looking at its owner.  

"No. Shut up. I won't change my mind. You could have killed innocent people! You must learn to behave, or I will send you back to Hell."  

The strange man sighed, then turned to Nace. "Sorry. My hellhound is learning to behave in the hum-"  

Nace was pale and still petrified. The weird man dressed in black kept looking at him.  

"You are human." He murmured.  

Nace saw him trying to get closer. At the same moment he felt his own body go numb, his vision blurred and then black surrounded him.  

"Oh, fuck-" were the last words he heard before fainting.  

* * *

Jan obviously didn't mention what happened the night before with that (handsome) human to Kris.   

He didn't want to be scolded like a child. He was one of the strongest dark sorcerers of the Balkan covenant, but he struggled to control his hellhound. It was a bit shameful for him, to be honest.  

That day Kris and he were at the local market in the suburbs of Ljubljana because they needed to buy stuff for their group of sorcerers.  

"Go to Marija, I need these herbs and ingredients for my potions and magic cures." Kris handed him a piece of paper with a list of stuff in it. He was a healer, his dominant element was water.  

Jan took the list and nodded. He needed stuff from Marija too for some of his spells.   

"I'll go to Primož, Bojan needs his animal blood for his damn blood magic."  

"He's always so lazy, he never goes to buy it himself." Jan shook his head.  

Kris sighed. "I know and I hate him for that."   

They then split to do their chores. It was at Marija's stall that Jan felt observed by familiar eyes. He turned and right behind him there was the human he had met the night before.  

"It's you," he said, his eyes widening in shock.   

"I think you mistook me for someone else." Jan immediately replied. He turned again to the stall to get his bags full of herbs and other stuff, then paid Marija and tried to go away quickly.  

The human had other plans however, he followed him and grabbed his arm.  

"I knew that it was all true, it couldn’t be a dream."  

Jan turned again to look at him. Their faces were so close.  

"I don't know what you are talking about."  

"You know. That...that shadow monster. You called it a hellhound. And you controlled him."  

"It was probably a dream, as you mentioned before."  

"I'm not crazy, I know what I saw!" His voice got louder. Some people around them turned to look at them.  

Jan's heart sank in his chest. The look in that human’s eyes was begging for answers, begging him to confirm what he saw that night.  

“What did you do to me then? I woke up in my room, in my house!”  

"It's better if you forget everything, man. Trust me.” He whispered.  

"Jan, is everything ok?" That was Kris. Jan felt his presence behind him.  

"Yeah, don't worry. This man thought I was someone else he knew." And he cast a quick spell in his voice to force that stranger to free his arm.  

He went away with Kris, leaving that human in the middle of the market. He turned to look at him with a guilty glance. He could almost touch his confusion with his hands. “I’m sorry”, he thought.

  

* * *

In the next few days Jan kept thinking about that human, about his eyes and his hand around his arm. He still felt his touch against his skin like a fire mark. In the end he decided to look for him, he deserved answers, even if it was against every law that ruled sorcerers around the world: humans mustn’t know about magic. He didn’t care, he felt so guilty.  

After a quick location spell, he found the stranger in a park in the suburb of the city. It was getting dark outside, so it was easier for him to use shadows to travel to his destination. He appeared in front of him. The human was holding his head between his hands and he was staring at the ground while sitting on a bench.  

“I think I owe you some explanations.”   

The stranger lifted his head and looked at Jan. His eyes opened wide, but the initial shock became anger. “Did you come here to make me look like a fool again? Wasn’t enough what you did today at the market?”  

His rage hit him like a dagger in the heart. “N-no.” He replied. “I want to talk to you.” He raised his hands, a gesture of surrender. “May I?” He asked then, pointing to the empty space near him on that bench.  

The stranger nodded, but his look was still angry.   

Jan took a couple of deep breaths before starting to talk. “What you saw yesterday was real. It was a hellhound.” He stopped for a second. “My hellhound. And I have problems with controlling it.” He sighed. “I’m a sorcerer. My specialty is dark magic.” He turned to look at the human. He felt judged by his eyes.  

“A sorcerer that practises magic.” The human repeated. “Like...Harry Potter?”  

“Hm...kind of, yeah. We are completely different from that...hm, representation. That it’s just completely wrong, to be honest. We don’t need a piece of wood to cast spells.” And to make him understand better, he raised his hand and called a small dark flame on his palm.  

The man startled and jumped a bit backwards. Jan made the flame disappear. “I shouldn’t tell you all this, but I felt guilty for how I treated you,” he explained. “Usually, when one of us ends up revealing magic to humans, we cancel their memories. I hate playing with people’s minds.”  

“A dark sorcerer who’s worried about a stranger? Shouldn’t dark sorcerers be evil?”  

“That’s kinda biased. Just because we bond with darkness and shadows, it doesn’t mean that we are evil.” Jan crossed his arms. “I fought against evil water and air sorcerers.” He even raised an eyebrow.  

The stranger giggled. Jan smiled, seeing the anger disappearing from his face and his eyes. The human kept asking Jan questions and he tried to answer, without giving away too much information about his world. He explained that sorcerers were born with a dominant element that guided their magic, that they all studied how to control and use their magic according to this element and also specialised in different roles based on the nature of their magic.  

Jan was a dark sorcerer, so his magic was mainly offensive, focused on curses and powerful destructive spells. He was also able to control people, summon creatures from Hell, like demons or hellhounds, control shadows and travel through them, bond with animals that lived at night and cast protection spells that could harm if activated.   

It was too late to continue talking, so they decided to meet again. Both enjoyed the time they spent together that evening. It wasn’t against the covenant rules to have friends among humans, in the end.  

“Oh, what’s your name, by the way?” The sorcerer asked.  

“Nace.” The human smiled. “Yours?”  

“Jan.” He replied with a shy smile.  

“Nice to meet you, sorcerer Jan, then.” Nace giggled. “Till the next time.”  

“Till the next time, human Nace.” And he vanished in the shadow, just like he appeared there a few hours before.  

* * *

Weeks passed. Jan and Nace kept hanging out together. They talked about everything outside of magic and sorcery. They met in various places, sometimes the sorcerer used his magic to travel with his human friend.   

Jan started feeling something weird inside of him while he was with Nace. His heart beat faster, he took every excuse to initiate physical touch between them. When they weren’t together, he missed him so much and he felt like there was an emptiness in his chest.  

“Kris, may I ask you something?” He entered his friend’s lair.  

He raised his head from the table where he was working on some potions. “Yeah, sure. Tell me.”  

“How did you realise you fell in love with Bojan?”  

“Well, we spent a lot of time together. I missed him when I wasn’t with him. The world gained colours when the feelings started blooming. And the deep and wild waters inside of me calmed the moment I felt his presence, a stormy ocean becoming a placid sea. And this happens also today, nothing changed.” Kris answered, then looked at his friend. “Why did you ask this?”  

“I...think I’m in love with a person.” He admitted.   

“Really?” Kris smiled. “Who is this person?”  

“It’s a human.”  

That smile on Kris’s face disappeared instantly. “You know that’s forbidden by our laws.”  

“I know, but I don’t care. This person soothes the shadows in me.” He looked Kris in the eyes. “There's been a light in me since I started hanging out with them.”  

“The Council won’t allow you to date this person, Jan.” He stood up and went closer to his friend. “It’s a human.”  

“I hate these rules! Just because they want to keep our damn power from mixing with humans, we are not allowed to date who we love!” He shouted.   

“These rules exist to protect us and our community. What if the wrong people discover that we exist? We already have sorcerers that turn evil, we don’t need humans to meddle with us too.”  

Kris was right. As much as Jan wanted to reply, his friend was right. They already had their problems to deal with.  

Jan felt tears invading his eyes. “...I love him, Kris.” He whispered, voice trembling. “I’ve never felt this way for anyone else. I-I can’t leave him.”  

Kris hugged his friend and gently caressed his back. Jan hid his face against his neck. He felt the shadows agitating in him, reeling like whirlpools. He grabbed his friend’s shirts while starting to cry silently, his shaking shoulders were the only sign that he was crying.   

“I’m sorry, Janči.” Kris whispered.   

But Jan wasn’t surrendering so easily. He was taught how to fight, how to resist, and how to persevere to reach his goal. And he didn’t want to lose Nace. If he wasn’t allowed to stay with a human without going against those laws, the only solution was to defy them.  

Some days after his decision, Jan met with Nace in the park where he revealed he was a sorcerer. His human was on the same bench too. He smiled when he saw his dear friend.  

“Hi, Janči.”   

“Hi, Nace.” He sat next to him, smiling. For a couple of seconds his eyes stopped on Nace’s lips.   

“Is everything ok? It’s early for you.”  

“I needed to meet you because I wanted to say something to you.” He explained while looking him in the eyes. He grabbed one of his hands and intertwined their fingers.   

“Yeah, sure, tell me.” He nodded.  

“Remember when I told you about our covenants?”  

“Yes, I remember that covenants are exclusives for sorcerers and humans are not allowed in.”  

Jan sighed and lowered his eyes on their hands. “There’s more about it. We are allowed to have human friends, but not relationships with humans. The elders say that it’s a matter of mixed blood not strong enough to carry magic and other stuff.”  

“Ok, but why are you tell-oh.”  

Their eyes met again. There was only silence between them. Nace freed Jan’s hand, then cupped his face and kissed him, slowly. Their foreheads touched when their lips parted.  

“I was afraid you didn’t love me back.” Confessed Nace with a delicate voice, almost inaudible. “Just because I’m a mere human and you are an amazing sorcerer.”  

“Don’t ever think about it, my love. You are as important as I am.” Jan cupped Nace’s face and caressed his cheeks.   

They stayed in that position for seconds, maybe minutes. The first to interrupt that intimate moment was Jan.   

“We need to go far away from here.” Said Jan.  

“It’s because of what you told me before?” Nace asked while caressing his cheek.  

“Yes, unfortunately.” He nodded. “I don’t want to give you up. No one can force me to do it. I don’t care if I need to become a fugitive or a traitor of my own kind. I just know that you calm the chaos created by the shadows in me.”  

“I calm the shadows in you?”  

“Yes, Nace.” Jan nodded. He grabbed his hand and put it on his heart. “Magic is this raw power inside of us. We learn to harness it, but there’s always a possibility that we lose control. Love can help us find a balance. You are the lighthouse that shines my way through this stormy darkness.”  

“I help you this much?”  

Jan nodded, then kissed him again. “Run away with me, my love. We can start over somewhere else where people don’t know us. And I can protect us with my magic. I won’t allow anyone to touch you. I’m strong, they fear me.”   

* * *

Nace hesitated at the beginning, but the next day he accepted the offer. In those past months he learned to love Jan and his true nature. He wasn’t scared of him, he was a lovely and kind person, maybe his only flaw was his ability to get lost so deep into his mind and in his thoughts. But Nace loved him so much even when he dove into his mind and he stared at him with heart eyes for hours.  

They ran away in northern Europe a few days later. They found a small house in a village not so far from the capital of the country they chose, so they could live in a quiet place but were also close to a bigger city in case they needed anything.   

It was hard to get used to the new habits, but they managed to in the end. Jan kept practising his magic, learning new stuff and new spells while Nace began working in the capital as a professional musician and then even as a bass guitar teacher in music schools.   

That night when they met neither of them could imagine what would have happened. Maybe Jan’s hellhound knew something they didn’t and escaped from his owner so he could meet the love of his life. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence of events that led them to living together as runaways.   

They only knew one thing, that they were luckier than Romeo and Juliet, because they got the chance to live their prohibited love, even if they had to abandon their previous life behind. Neither of them regretted that decision.  

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

Just after midnight, Evren decided to raid the refrigerator. Endless thoughts ran uninterrupted through his head from Reogus' visit. Adrian's snoring wasn't helping much either.

"Can you see them? They've come home."

Evren spun around to see his stepdaughter, Adrienne, staring in his direction. Not staring at him per se, it was more like she was staring through him, her eyes focused on something behind him that only she could see.

"Rien, honey, it's past your bedtime," he said quietly. "Every one is in bed. No one is outside, I promise. Your dad and I will keep you safe."

Rien had episodes like this from time to time and while they were unnerving at best and terrifying at worst, they usually passed without incident. Everyone gave Rien her space and she usually calmed down after disappearing for some time to sort out her emotions.

"Why don't you get some warm milk and head back to bed?" Evren suggested. "I could use some myself. Sit down at the table and I'll make some for you."

"Life is being called towards death. There needs to be balance. There needs to be order. I can fix it, I know I can."

Evren nodded as he poured the milk into a glass.

"I'm sure you can, but it's past your bedtime. It will have to wait for tomorrow. Here's your milk. Do you want me to stay up with you?"

Adrienne shook her head and took a seat at the table.

"No, I'm okay. I can drink my milk alone. I'm almost a teenager, after all."

Evren nodded. This wasn't the first time he'd caught Adrienne up in the middle of the night spouting phrases straight out of a horror film. It certainly wouldn't be the last either. All of her parents agreed that the behavior was concerning, but harmless. It wasn't like she was sneaking off in the middle of the night, chasing danger like Theo might.

"Straight to bed when you're finished," Evren ordered. "Goodnight, Rien. Your father and I both love you very much. We're always here when you need us."

Adrienne nodded quickly, making a show of sipping her drink.

"Goodnight."

Leo Toyonaga surveyed the house before him cautiously. As Lukas was fond of reminding him, Leo, his father, and his first born child, Varia, all were destined to serve the deity of life and preserve the order of the universe. Much like the reapers obeyed the Grim Reaper, who served Death, Leo came from a long line of guardians genetically called to protect the living. It was a thankless calling that didn't pay well and involved incredible danger, all to serve a deity who wasn't a fan of showing support or sharing attention.

Leo honestly didn't mind being called to such a dangerous duty. It was what he was born for, to help people and protect those he loved. His own father, Vrai, tried his best to pass his share of that sacred duty to his son. Vrai had nearly died serving Life and had to abdicate his Strangetown throne in order to continue serving. Lukas had taken and taken from him over the years, and now Vrai considered himself retired. That was one of the perks of dating the Grim Reaper. Gee could usually get his stepparent to leave Vrai alone, no matter how much Lukas whined.

But tonight, Leo needed a second pair of eyes. He could feel something wrong somewhere in Twikkii Island. A storm was brewing and it was driving Leo crazy. The past few days had been filled with migraines, visions that he suspected were prophetic, and a general feeling of uneasiness. If he wanted it all to stop, he would need to resolve the problem. He was certain that his father still felt the call to Twikkii Island like he did, despite denying it. Life's guardians were called to serve for life, despite Vrai's "retirement".

"Are you sure it's this street?" Vrai asked, scanning the street for signs of supernatural involvement. "It looks pretty calm."

Leo rolled his eyes.

"You can feel it, same as me. Of course it's here."

"Maybe it's a trick Lukas is playing on us. Some kind of performance evaluation. For this pull to be so strong...it has to be a test."

"It's not a test, my grandparents are just returning home."

Both men were startled by a preteen standing on the stairs, staring intently at them. Beside her, two spirits floated around the yard.

"Holy shit," Leo gasped, stunned by the scene before him. "Ghosts? Actual ghosts? Where are the reapers? Who's supposed to be watching for this?"

"Me, I guess. Life has been called towards death, and I can help you find the balance."

The girl watched them with curiosity. She was younger than Leo's oldest daughter, but not by much. She was maybe twelve at most.

"Just wait a minute, I have to get my coat."

The preteen slipped away for a moment, leaving the adults baffled at what to do next.

"We need to do something," Leo declared, staring at his father for ideas. "Should you call Gee? Let him know that ghosts have been seen in the living world?"

Vrai frowned.

"This isn't the first time spirits have been sighted. It's been happening everywhere. Gee has been trying to find the cause for a while now. The last thing he needs is for his father to find out."

"We can't command the dead!" Leo hissed. "He's going to have to call a reaper here to clean this up. This shouldn't be happening, Dad. If Gee can't fix this, maybe he shouldn't be the Grim Reaper."

"Try to control them," Vrai urged, suddenly interested in doing his job. "I'll help, but it's been a while. You'll need to start and I'll jump in when I can."

Leo grit his teeth, but nodded his agreement. It was nice to have his father on his side, even if it was only to protect his partner. Leo reached within himself, searching for any possible ability he possessed that could fix this problem.

Energy. Everything in the universe could be broken down into energy. Every single bit of energy all flowed through the Ocean, tying it all together. Leo could feel the life on the air around him. Plants, insects, and animals- they all answered his call without problem. The two spirits were completely unmoved.

"Let me help."

Vrai extended his hand, hoping that teamwork would somehow bridge the gap between life and death.

It was no use. Whatever limited contact they could make with the spirits was failing. Not only that, but both men were quickly losing control of the energy they could command. Leo's hands were burning as the absence of life in the spirits overpowered the living energy he was trying to command them with.

"I can't keep this up," he grunted. Beside him, Vrai looked equally overwhelmed. "Not even Lukas could pull this off, it's not our jurisdiction. You need to call Gee. If not him, then at least the head reaper of Twikkii Island. Someone qualified needs to fix this."

"I got my coat!"

The preteen's happy chirp interrupted the two Toyonaga's panicked discussion. Adrienne dropped dramatically to the ground, perfectly poised to take command of the situation.

"Dad says not to go out at night without a coat. The ocean makes everything colder at night. My name's Rien, by the way. Those are my grandparents floating around. They're just lost and confused; it's not their fault."

"Grandma! Grandpa! You have to listen to me. You're not supposed to be here. You need to rejoin the spirits."

Adrienne began to levitate, summoning energy that appeared to redirect the aimless floating of the spirits. While Leo watched in awe at her effortless control of the spirits of her grandparents, he couldn't help but notice the smooth horns that had appeared on her head while she did so. It wasn't a true dark form, at least as far as Leo understood the concept. Besides, weren't demons loosely connected with life, not death? What was happening to the world that he thought he'd understood? Ghosts were everywhere, demons were commanding the dead...what could possibly be next? Did Lukas know about this? Did Death?

"Go in peace, Grandpa. Dad and Luci will carry your legacy until you meet again. The Siew family still stands together, just like you always told Dad. You can let go. We'll be fine."

With her words, the spirit shimmered slightly before dissolving completely before the mesmerized Toyonagas' eyes. Both ghosts were gone, no effort required on their part.

"It was nice meeting you," Adrienne said, with all the proper manners expected of a young noble lady of Twikkii Island. "I should probably go back to bed now that the spirits are at rest."

"What-what did you just do? Demonic magic can't-"

"I'm a Bellamy," the girl stated, as if it should be obvious. "There's lots that I can do that most demons can't. My brother's not the only one who can get things done."

"Your brother?" Vrai asked. Already, this little excursion of theirs had turned from casual to mysterious and troubling. He didn't really need to add demon drama to it if he didn't have to.

"Theodosius," Leo supplied, looking at the sister of such a being warily. Everyone had heard of the little demon hybrid in his circles. His kids played with Theo at the Siew cottage and occasionally had lessons together at school. Theo was quickly becoming a project of Lukas', which was never a good thing, no matter who you were. Theo had been cursed to create his powers, while this girl didn't show any sign of a curse. She simply...was. Leo wasn't sure if that was better or worse for him. Curses were indeed powerful, but Theo was at least trying to control his. There was no controlling the natural gifts of this girl by any method Leo knew about. Clearly, this Bellamy family warranted keeping an eye on.

"Yeah, my brother's Theo," Adrienne confirmed, still cheerful despite having just seen the ghosts of her grandparents float across her yard. "He's away at school right now. I miss him."

Leo smiled politely.

"I'll bet. Well, thank you for your help, Rien. We couldn't have done it without you."

The two men looked at each other, beyond ready to leave this place. Leo had a mountain of paperwork to try to explain what had happened, which would hopefully escalate the issue of wandering spirits past the level of regular reapers. If this was happening everywhere, something had to be wrong, and Leo didn't share his father's optimism about Gee's ability to handle the situation.

"It was nice meeting you," Adrienne replied. "I'll be sure to let Lukas know how helpful you've been next time I see them. Things seem to be getting worse lately, but my brother's coming home soon. Maybe he could help a little, but by then, it will already be too late. See ya!"

The girl spun around and bolted up the stairs to her home, leaving the two men baffled.

"Be too late for what?!"

[eventinelysplayground]

This is my second entry for @wordycheeseblob and @lorei-writes challenge Wish Upon an Aide, this is also doubling as my birthday post for Leonardo as I was so busy I forgot about it until last night. I went with the themes of serenity and life. On the eve of Leonardo returning home Mitsuki and Lumière have a late night 'chat'. As in my previous italics are used for the pets 'talking'. Pure fluff WC approx 900. Language note: Lumières gift suggestion is an affectionate joke from my mom's side of the family, it means a pretty little brand new nothing.

Birthday Surprise

The night was calm, a slightly crisp early spring breeze wafted through the windows making the curtains dance. The mansion was normally a lively enough place even at this hour but tonight was different and quiet ruled.

Mon dieu I'm bored, what is everyone doing tonight? I want to be entertained!

Pacing down the hallway he looked into the open doors in hopes of finding a distraction if nothing else. He was going to give up when he passed the parlor and his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure reclined on the sofa.

Mais bien, our compagna is still awake!

Lumière silently walked over to the sofa and looked up at Mitsuki whose head was buried in a book. He studied her in silence for a moment before pouncing onto the sofa and nudging at the corner of her book.

“Oh Lumière!”

Compagna, mmm that feels delightful.

Lumière leaned into Mitsukis touch as she pet him and scratched him behind the ears.

This isn't exactly entertaining but… I'll let it pass for now.

Lumière sat in the small space between Mitsuki and the sofa's edge and started to purr contentedly. Soon he heard her book close followed by a soft sigh, he opened an eye ever so slightly and saw her glancing from her watch to the window.

“I didn't realize it had gotten so late I really should be getting to bed but honestly I'm too excited and nervous to sleep.”

Excited I get he's coming home tomorrow after all but, pourquois nervous?

“Maybe I'm just too much in my head about it all.”

Mitsuki said nothing more for a while, her fingers also stopped their movement and Lumière looked up at her in annoyance.

Are you going to finish that thought or… also come on, back to spoiling me.

“Meow!”

Lumière pressed his head into Mitsukis hand and she looked down at him and smiled.

“Sorry, I guess I got lost in my own thoughts for a bit.”

As his attention resumed Lumière once again closed his eyes, enjoying himself.

This is serene, I always love when you pamper me. Of course I enjoy it more when I steal your attention away from him but-

“I hope Leonardo's sleeping well tonight.”

Mmmm I'm sure he's not, he doesn't do well without you. He barely ever slept properly before you came along, not like he could have found his bed even if he wanted to some days.

“Mroow.”

“Ya you're right he's probably not.”

A small laugh escaped Mitsuki and she suddenly reached out for Lumière placing him in her lap.

“Hey Lumière can you keep a secret?”

Of course I can!

Lumières tail swished back and forth in affirmation.

“I have a big surprise for Leonardo, I was going to surprise him right after he gets home tomorrow but I decided to wait the extra three days until his birthday.”

Are you sure that's wise? You're never very good at hiding anything from him and you know that.

Lumière gave Mitsuki a look and she answered him as if she could read his thoughts.

“I know I know, I've never been good at hiding things from him but I can do it this time! If I don't I'll have to think of something different to give him for his birthday and I was already having trouble coming up with something.”

You needed ideas? Un beau petit rien de neuf, that's what you get him.

“I wanted to get him something nobody else ever has before and that's really hard to find for somebody who's been alive as long as Leonardo has but...”

You already gave him back his heart, and you give him a haven of serenity every day. I think that's enough to last a lifetime, even an eternal one.

“Then this came along at just the right time.”

Lumières eyes followed Mitsuki's hands as they came to rest on her lower stomach.

Is that why you've been acting differently lately? It's a very subtle change and I assumed it was just because you were missing him but it appears I assumed wrong. Well now, guess I can take back what I said about him having serenity everyday.

“You're the only other one who knows right now.”

I'm flattered.

Lumière sat purring in Mitsukis lap for a short while and he could feel her hands trembling as she stroked him.

Compagna, there's no need for you to be so anxious.

Lumière purred louder and stronger in Mitsukis lap hoping to help calm her nerves.

“I keep trying to picture how he's going to react when I tell him.”

Well let's see…. He'll be speechless, that's for certain. That will be a fun sight, but he'll be happy once he gets over the shock.

Lumière watched as a soft smile lit up Mitsukis face.

This wasn't quite the entertainment I had been looking for tonight but, hehe the stunned look on his face when you tell him will be worth the wait. Oh this is going to be fun!

“What do you think, Lumière? Do you think Leonardo will like his present, even though he’ll have to wait a while to actually see it?"

What do I think? Well, other than c'est tres merveilleux… I think that you better not leave naming it up to Leonardo unless you want it to be called Bambino for the first two years.

[star-on-a-beach]

Memory of a CULT

"J'ai été adopté par plusieurs personnes. Nous nous habillions avec de vieux vêtements et nous chantions des chansons autour de bougies à propos de « l'homme le plus haut ». Tout devait être parfaitement propre pour lui. J'ai fait ce qu'on me demandait et j'ai nettoyé tous les jours et toutes les nuits… pas une seule fois je n'ai pensé que ce n'était pas normal. Rien n'avait été normal dans ma vie de toute façon, alors à quoi bon se poser des questions ? J'avais été choisie pour Le servir et j'avais toujours fait du bon travail. Les prêtres et les savants m'ont félicité. Ils disaient que je le rencontrerais un jour… J'aurais dû me sentir heureux. Secrètement, j'avais peur. Quelque chose n'allait pas dans tout cela, et bien qu'on m'ait aimé et qu'on m'ait dit qu'Il était toujours là, je me sentais seul. Peut-être qu'Il n'était pas avec moi. Ou peut-être qu'Il n'a jamais été là."

Hehehehehehe

I should be tagging all these memoryquest things tbh

I am COMMITTED

Oh

Also

Translation:

"I was adopted by several people. We dressed in old clothes and sang songs around candles about “The Highest One”. Everything had to be perfectly clean for him. I did as I was told and cleaned every day and night… not once did I think it wasn't normal. Nothing had been normal in my life anyway, so what was the point of wondering? I'd been chosen to serve Him and I'd always done a good job. The priests and scholars congratulated me. They said I'd meet Him one day… I should have felt happy. Secretly, I was afraid. Something was wrong in all this, and despite being loved and told that He was always there, I felt alone. Maybe He wasn't with me. Or maybe He was never there."

[hpowellsmith]

March Reading

I read a lot of books this month, and had great luck with how much I enjoyed them! Favourites are bolded.

Brute: Stories of Dark Desire, Masculinity & Rough Trade - ed. Steve Berman

A collection of dark erotica stories about queer men: a variety of horror, thriller, and character studies. Some didn't entirely land for me as they were just a bit too gruesome for me to entirely enjoy, but I did love 'Dark, Firm, and Dry' by Rien Gray, 'Dick Pig' by Ian Muneshwar, and 'The Boy Who Went Forth To Learn What Fear Was by LC Von Hessen'; 'Suitcase Sam' by Tom Cardamone was horrific enough to disturb me afterwards. There were a few trans guy protagonists but amid a lot of lovingly-described gigantic cis men, trans men didn't get described as objects of desire; it made me realise how much I'd like to read more erotica or steamy romance where a trans man is written in the lavish/idealised/thirsty way a lot of the cis men were in this collection. It was also interesting that most of the protagonists were strongly submissive; it's sparked off a lot of offline conversations about erotic fiction and depictions of kink therein, and my own thoughts about how I write erotic scenes (though I don't consider what I write intensely kinky). I'd enjoy writing more about this subject but I'm not sure Tumblr is the place for it; maybe a blogpost one day?

Love Kills Twice - Rien Gray

I adored this high-heat F/NBi romantic suspense book. The characters were hot and appealing, with a lot of substance and groundedness to them along with it. The plot was tight and I devoured the whole thing at top speed. Much recommended!

The Salt Path - Raynor Winn

A memoir about a fifty-year-old farmer and her husband who became homeless and walked England's South West Coast Path. Powerful and evocative in places: I enjoyed it, though some of the descriptions and dialogue of the people encountered melted into one another a bit. I'm realising that I rather like these people-hit-rock-bottom-and-walk-in-the-wilderness-about-it books. They always inspire me to look outward and get outdoors, albeit in a lower-key way.

The Eye in the Door - Pat Barker (reread)

This was quite nostalgic for me, because I read it a long time ago (before the first in the series, actually). I like elements of it more than Regeneration - getting to know Billy Prior better, the city scenes, depiction of queerness and homophobia beyond what Siegfried Sassoon talks about in Regeneration, some of the socialist politics and class consciousness - but the main plot hadn't fully stuck with me. I think I see why: there are several long sequences that I found hard to focus on, and some of it is a bit strange, veering into depictions of multiple-personality-disorder that have been pretty debunked nowadays. Still, I enjoyed revisiting it. The sense that William Rivers is on the verge of breakdown feels palpable and gripping.

Love Bleeds Deep - Rien Gray

Justine and Campbell are on a not-so-idyllic not-exactly-honeymoon in France, growing accustomed to life together and the combination of enjoying a private life and Campbell's deadly occupation. This doesn't shy away from the psychological damage both leads have suffered, while also showing exactly how much they mean to each other. Again I loved it just as much as the first one.

Love Burns Bright - Rien Gray

So many romance books focus on the sexy getting-together part, and sequels don't always keep the spark going. But this series is so good for that and for keeping the emotional connections between the gorgeous characters. In this one, we meet Justine's family, which is already fraught as Justine wasn't in a position to be in touch with them for a long time - but things soon get complicated. I loved it.

A Love So Dark - Rien Gray

Such a good finale for an amazing dark queer romance series! The relationship between Justine and Campbell is beautifully drawn and as hot as ever - no weird misunderstandings or other relationship-drama nonsense - but their situation is anything but settled as some consequences from earlier books come back to haunt them. What a fantastic series this is! Some of the books I've read about nonbinary characters treat them as learning opportunities, or as nice best friends, or as a vehicle for positive rep, and I can't tell you how refreshing it is to see a fully-formed, hot, flawed, adult nonbinary character making their way through excellent thriller plots. I love Campbell and Justine and I'm sorry to see them go, but it was an amazing ride with them.

Valerin the Fair - Rien Gray

A beautifully-written fantasy novella, the first in the Out of True series about sapphic knights. The details are so lovely - they remind me of what I loved about the prose style in Spear by Nicola Griffith - and the intimate scenes are stunning. You can download this for free, so if this sounds like your cup of tea, do give it a look!

[anamelessfool]

Lil WIP of Chapter 15 because I guess each plot arc starts with a flashback

Primo [Irving] returns to the Ministry to follow through on his mother's final wish. He decides to stay for just a few days. Until he figures things out. Tags: Young Primo, Satanic Panic, 1970s Horror, Mystery Noir

Chapter 15: I Wanna Be Your Dog Comes Out Soon (Full Fic Here)

1972

They told Irving to wait, so he did. He watched the nun with pretty eyes and a firm walk sway down the hallway and out of sight, her heels echoing across the wide expanse of marble. He hadn't been to the Ministry since he was around ten, and even a decade on it felt just as huge as it was in his memory.

“Only for a few days,” he muttered to no one. Well, it wasn't no one, exactly. He adjusted the urn on his hip. Sister Nance, or at least what remained of her earthly vessel, had been there this entire time. When he packed up his car with items from the apartment he was certain he'd get evicted from. When he parked behind the diner. She was there, and he talked to her. “I'm leaving you here, then I'll be gone. But I'll stay just a few days.”

Nance had not spoken much about the Ministry with any enthusiasm until she got sick. Then it felt like that was all she could remember. She spoke about the grounds, the chores and how much she loved the garden there. She pulled memories from Primo that had long been buried by time. She said when she was there the words of her poetry poured out of her. The Void provided that, she said. It moved underfoot across the hallowed land, flowing deep below the Earth, eternal currents of limitless potential.

Ever since she left she said it was a struggle to write. Or, at least in her fading months, she felt that that was the case. She wanted to be there, after death, in the perpetual tides of creativity that ebbed and flowed from the Void itself.

He stood there for a few minutes more, debating how obedient he was going to be today. Perhaps if he walked just a few feet down the hallway, he would at least see if anyone was on their way and hurry back. He had a vague memory of the kitchen garden, of the cell he'd share with his father on his extended summer stays. Maybe a quick wander was in order, if only to see how the place had changed.

Irving strode a few feet down the hallway, admiring the sweep of stone archways overhead, the fifty year old hanging iron lamps fashioned to resemble globes nestled in batwings and claws. Through the walls he heard a bell ring from a distant tower, calling the congregation to what, he was unsure. He remembered a television program he saw, about some sort of convent or orphanage or someplace equally gothic and ecclesiastical. An orderly line of nuns in severe headwear processed while a bell rang. He thought back to his memories of his beatnik mother and wondered why on earth she ever thought that life to be appealing.

“L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, Que nul ne peut apprivoiser….”

A woman’s voice drifted down the hall. It was a familiar tune, from some origin unknown to Irving. It was one of those classical refrains, something that hinted at refinement and high art. He himself had the most crude understanding of both of those things, and yet the sound lured him forward.

“Et c'est l'autre que je préfère…Il n'a rien dit mais il me plaît…”

Like a dutiful beast he moved towards the sound, stopping in front of a closed set of doors. Should he…open it? Couldn't hurt, he reasoned as he teased the door open. Worst case he could pretend to be lost.

A figure stood silhouetted against the crown glass panes of the choir room. It was a tall woman nestled in a luxurious red silk cape, her blonde hair thick and long down her back. As she sung to herself her hands were outstretched, longing. The gloves were tipped with bronze claws, flashing as the fingers beckoned an imaginary lover.

“Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime…Si je t'aime prends garde à toi…Prends garde à toi!”

She finished her song, chuckling to herself. Her voice was deep, low. It had a timbre to it that made Irving draw closer. She must have felt his approach, for as he stepped into the room she turned to face him.

He saw her skull.

He took a step back, jarred by the stark white on black. For an instant he thought it was her true face, but then after a few stunned blinks he realized it was a visage painted on her skin.

The eye was real though.

The whitened eye with the pinhole iris, staring. Dead but living, a step away from reality.

The Eye Knew more about him than he did himself.

The woman had an air of surprise that settled into a conspiratorial smirk. The eye burned. “Are you lost?”

“I think so. Sorry to disturb—”

“You did not disturb me at all,” she said. “I'm always available for my flock.”

“I'm not…actually…”

“Interloper then?” She stepped towards him with small movements of her feet that gave the impression of her gliding across the floor like a phantom. “Even better.”

She peered into him and seemed to drink up his silence, privately entertained by his puzzled expression. By the fact that even as horror flashed across his face, his feet moved him towards her. “I…am Mater Emerita Jocasta. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh.” Irving felt his face burning, and he knew from this point forward anything he said would sound stupid. “Is that…important?”

“What, the fact that I am the spiritual leader of this Church, Provider of our UnHoly Relic of the Void, Queen of Hell herself or the idea that I am pleased to meet you?”

“…both?”

She tilted her head with elegance. “I am more pleased to meet you.”

“I've come to…well…” he gestured to the urn under his arm. “My mother loved her time here.”

The Papessa’s brow furrowed, realizing with a soft frown. “I'm sorry,” she said.

“It's okay.” He smiled crookedly. “At least we got the ‘Meeting the family’ part out of the way.”

Jocasta paused. Her eyes widened, then she smiled broadly, her teeth almost bared. “You! Fiend!”

They shared a gentle laugh together. “What else can I do,” Irving said. “I'm Irving. Irving Olson.”

“I was certain your name was Primo,” she said. “You are Nihil's son are you not? You stoop like him. Pretending you aren't tall.”

“You were expecting me?”

Jocasta scoffed. “Nihil has done nothing but talk about you lately! You've come here to stay?”

“No…” Irving looked down, feeling a small smile on his face. “Are you and Nihil…”

“Close? Friends, yes. He is my mentor,” Jocasta said. Her face dropped into a smirk. She brought her hand up to the side of his head, drawing across his jaw with a single bronze nail. Irving felt the electricity shoot down his nerves through the touch of the cold metal across his face. “I prefer younger men,” she purred.

“I'm a musician too,” Irving blurted out for reasons beyond his own understanding. “Guitar. I sing…a little.”

“Oh? Runs in the family,” Jocasta said. “Your father inspired me to join. My first night in New York City, I see him play at a bar…” She sighed, wistful. “Haunting. Thrilling. I got off of one bus and onto another, bound for here.”

“But you did opera previously.” Primo found himself stepping closer to her, now nearly in her arms, growing in confidence.

“I was raised in it,” she said. “Throw a rock in Vienna and you will find an opera singer. It’s not that remarkable.”

The door opened and four figures stepped into the choir room. They were uniformed in black, their faces concealed by ominous metal masks. They didn’t settle on their feet like a human did, rather they simply stood there, hands lowered, their eyes shaded in shadow. “Yes, of course,” Jocasta said, as if replying to an unheard voice.

Primo held the urn a bit more tightly. “Who are they?”

“Oh them? Demons.” Her eyes narrowed in amusement. “Mass is shortly. You…and your mother are invited, of course. You get to see what I’m capable of. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“I guess it would,” he replied. “I'm not staying here long.”

Irving thought he saw the smallest gesture of a lip bite. Of a seductive peek of the tip of her tongue across her painted lips. “Of course you're not. What is a few days anyway?”

He felt a sudden reluctance to leave.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Omg. Amazing idea. So I think its kinda like cannon that France is older than England. Imagine platonic yandere neko France with an owner who brings home a kitten England. I just think itd be really funny. X3

Going to name Neko-France in this Paris because I think it’s a cute cat name and works for him. Also it’s his capital sooooooo. And yes, I used a YouTube video to help me learn how to curse and do it right and it has the maximum level of offessiveness. The time stamps for the insults used are : 7:50 , 9:38 , and 10:53. Sooo I also sorry to and of my French readers If there are any, the swearing is HIGH in this.

I have apparent Fight ME energy right now for writing fanfics XD

Enjoy!

The long-haired, pampered Persian cat scampered to the window when he heard a familiar engine park in the cobblestone driveway. He was eager to see his sweet owner. His tail wagged back and forth in pure anticipation. He couldn’t wait to be cuddled, fed treats, and lay on your lap as you read a book and gazed into a fireplace for the evening. It was going to be another perfect night with just him and his lovely owner Y/N. But his hopes were dashed when he said you bring out a new crate.

‘Non! Non! NON! It can’t be! It CAN’T BE ANOTHER FUCKING CAT.’ His fluffy tail stiffened and his sharp diamond-like eyes became sharpened daggers ready to strike this new cat down and take it out of this world. No one could have Y/N’s attention but him. NO ONE.

Y/N’s keys reaching the door rang in his ears. It was time for France to make his attack. Like a tinier version of Napoleon once the door opened, it was fucking go time.

‘CATCH THESE PAWS!’ The white little ball of floof wanted the other cat to go fuck himself. Y/N was his and his alone.

“MEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!” The angry cat growled and threw himself at the cage to attack the small Scottish fold that was in the grey carrying case.

“Whoa ! Whoa! Paris. Calm down! It’s just a kitten.” You tried to pry the fluffy feline off the box.

‘NON! J’EN AI RIEN A FOUTRE! NON! NON! NON!’ His claws scraped the plastic of the box leaving behind thick lines to show he meant business.

The Paris’ screeches did not cease. He hissed and his tail continued to be failed out in anger. He was nothing having some new cat take away his attention that he OWNED from Y/N. He wiggled in the arms of his sweet owner who was confused by the intense reaction that their cat was having to a kitten.

“Okay let’s just put you in your cage with some Entrecote and maybe you can calm down no?” Hoping not to have to be extremely stern with your beloved pet.

‘Maybe he’s just had a bad day. Perhaps that’s why he’s acting like this.’ Worried you put him in his cage and gave him his dinner along with some water and catnip.

“Chill, put my little Prince. It’s okay it’s just a sweet little kitten.” Y/N did their best to try and soothe their savage beast.

You heard Paris growl lowly but tried to concentrate on the wonderful meal that he’d been served.

‘At least they still love me somewhat. I haven’t been served garbage.’ But still all he could do was glare at the Scottish fold that smirked at him from their opposing cage. And all Paris wanted to do was rage. Rage. FUCKING RAGE.

“MEEEEEEEOOOOOOWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR” All of his fluff stood up like tall grass that wanted to reach up above the trees. He wanted to fucking go at this damned cat that DARED TO EXIST.

“PARIS! No! Bad kitty! No, this kitten is your BROTHER. BE NICE!” Y/N scolded her angry cat.

When she wandered back over to it’s cage it’s enormous blues were like the ocean on a clear summers day. Getting ready to spill over.

“Aw I can’t stay mad at you but you have to relax buddy. I still love you.” Y/N gently booped Paris’ tiny pink nose. “Eat some food maybe you’re just hangry.”

‘They still love me what a relief.’ Paris tried to relax some and ignore the attention that was being give to the tiny cat that was only one third of his size. ‘I want to scratch the living hell out of that stupid cat! Taking away precious attention from me! How dare he!’ Paris tried to take in a few measured breaths. ‘They love me. They love me. They love me. None of this is real I’m just having a really, REALLY BAD dream.’

The Scottich Fold kitten is tuned into the French cat’s distress. His green eyes gleam with fairy fae like mischief.

‘Cheese-eating surrender monkey! I’m going to be the new love and overshadow you because I’m so young and cute I could kiss myself.’ He flicks his tail at the French cat.

‘MAIS PUTAIN DE MERDE, CA ME FAIT VRAIMENT CHIER, BORDEL!’

Y/N turned over once again to their precious Persian that was behaving badly again.

‘MEEEEEEEOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRR! NON! NON! NON!’

“Oh, Paris what am I going to do with you?” You sigh and take him from his crate to soothe him while ensuring your newest kitten was still safe in their crate with a few treats to much on.

Things were going to be tumultuous in this household for awhile.

I cracked up writing this one. It’s so wild. HAHAHHAHAH. Thank you anon for the fun suggestion. I’m sorry I’m just now getting to it. I’m trying to knock out a lot of asks.

[owencharly]

Nobody asked but i'm making the "36 questions to fall in love" concept with myself here so maybe i'll love myself a little more tsais le gars trop dramatique pour rien

so here you go then (probably won't make it to the end and skip some questions)

1 - Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

Robert Smith from The Cure. Not even sure we'd really talk about music, more like bitching for hours about the absurdity of monarchy. Or Pedro Alonso, who plays Berlin in lcdp cuz he seems interesting and a very complete artist.

2 - Would you like to be famous? In what way?

No. Because I'm anxious. But as an "artist" and hopefully future podcast host I'd like to have a public so mixed feelings here.

3 - Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

If it's a formal call yes but don't make me think about it because raaaah fucking hate it

4 - What would constitute a "perfect" day for you?

To Wake up, eat, make a good drawing, spend time with my bf, see friends, why not a small party at my apartment after some time at the board games bar, not to think about stupid shit, sleep

5 - When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

This morning (Heroes by Bowie) / two weeks ago approximately (Hate by Archive)

7 - Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?

depending on the circumstances i'd say either old age or suicide. now i'd say old age.

8 - Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.

if talking about me and my bf we're cringe but we're free. wait that's only two. i'd say we're both dreamers and artists. it's four now.

9 - For what in your life do you feel most grateful?

Probably stable family.

12 - If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

Ability to touch grass.

13 - If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?

Will I get bald ?

14 - Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven't you done it?

forming a cool music band with friends! not enough musician friends before but now we're trying! (almost complete, we need a bassist !)

15 - What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

Hope it's not done yet cause I have zero idea i've been way too lazy to accomplish anything

16 - What do you value most in a friendship?

Honesty and kindness. Additionally i'd say humour and interest in music because it's mostly how i make friends.

19 - If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?

I'd like to say I'd work more on my hobbies to make a full comic book but I'm not even sure the idea of dying soon would kill my laziness, so I guess I'd just spend all my money in food and sleep a lot

26 - Complete this sentence: "I wish I had someone with whom I could share..."

my old interest in UFOs. My passion for any tv show created by Mike Flanagan especially Midnight Mass and Bly Manor.

Thats it 🕺

[kitskame]

Ok this is @viviook and @mossy-forrest fault

So we were bullshitting around and were thinking about what would happen if Vio was with somebody else instead of Claude, and since Vio pointed out, it’s an inevitability for them to end up together; we thought of this fuck shit scenario.

Mostly smut

(Scenario: An argument has boiled over in one of the many break rooms of the studio the Crépuscule photo shoots were occupying)

“—We can’t keep doing this”

“So then tell him the truth.” He responds cruely lighting a cigarette.

“Claude,” Vio feels a headache and frustration welling inside of her all at once, everything’s falling apart and it’s mostly her fault, her relationship, her job, her parents, HIM; all of this is just a big clusterfuck!

“Listen, this should never have happened, alright? I’m sorry, but I can’t continue doing this to Jack—“

“We did. And we did all of it. You’ve done this to me, to us and you really believe I’ll let this go?”

“You have too! I HAVE TOO, I’m with someone else already!”

“Tu penses que j'en ai rien à foutre?I have more to offer than he wishes he ever could!” He scoffs out a puff of smoke as his eyes flicker with hostility.

“Well at least he treats me with the respect I deserve than some old pompous ass!” She shot back.

Claude only looks annoyed, which was an emotion that had been raised on the verge of every occasion between them for a long time now.

“No offense, Vio, but you’re the one who fucked up this entire situation by dragging this out for so long.” He snaps. “We both know why.”

It doesn’t make any sense, she shouldn’t feel anything about this and yet she does… She wants him, but she hates him too. It isn’t fair to Claude and yet it is, it is like something is missing from the balance in their equation. Something wrong, she doesn’t understand it and she’s afraid to touch what they do have together, afraid of diving head first into the forbidden , where they will be damaged, maybe irreparably so.

“We shouldn’t have started in the first place, What we… had, needs to stop, alright? I— I know I can’t stop feeling this way for you, don’t ever think otherwise, it’s not as if you don’t mean a damn thing to me! But it needs to end before it becomes anything else.” His stare was blank, almost empty of humanity and judgment. Her voice shook.

“And— and if you…love me, then you have to leave me alone” she said and she could see he didn’t believe her, she couldn’t tell him how much it hurt when he didn’t even try to give her a sign that he cared or understood what she was saying. His cigarette burned bright orange in between his fingers and flicked ash onto the floor beside him. He held the lighter close, smoking between words.

“Just walk away, huh?” There was amusement in his voice, bitterness and disappointment, “Pretend nothing ever happened, that this this doesn’t kill you every fucking day? I do agree… that would be nice, it’d have been perfect if we had never met, things would’ve been simpler if I never had to deal with such an annoying, stupid, ill-cultured, childish, noisy woman like you—“

There were tears filling her eyes, flowing down her cheeks and falling to the ground. It had been a while since she cried in front of him and she had always found it infuriating.

“Well…There so—“

“I can have everything. And not have to worry about any inconveniences that comes my way, because if any person tried to they always fall sort of my expectations…you should’ve fallen even shorter than that” he drawled out slowly. The his blank expression painted on his face nearly made her want to cry harder, but instead it felt numb, cold and distant.

Refusing to hear anymore she walks towards the door without another word and before she could take three steps he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, looking into her teary eyes. He bent his head forward, pulling her mouth to his, tasting the cigarette on his lips. She felt cold, all at once, but she leaned into his embrace and parted her lips, offering him her tongue. The kiss was deep and full, it almost felt like she could drown just from this alone

He parts from her lips, “All of that and still you drive me putain de fou.” He mumbles against her lips.

And digs in for another kiss, she was shocked at most at how passionate he was being, she barely even noticed that he has slipped his hand into her hair and starts tugging her closer. She groans and wraps her arms around his neck, letting him have his way with her lips tasting the tobacco on his tongue. He doesn’t hesitate to pull her closer, sinking his other hand under her skirt and clutching onto her thighs. He only pulled away for air, but the look of absolute sexual hunger in his eyes made her shudder.

“Claude,” she whines weakly, desiring more, greedily rubbing her body against his.

And like a cruel twist of fate he pulls away, but he walks back and leans back against the table almost in a taunting manner, Vio was pretty sure her face looked pathetic right now, feeling heat creep up her cheeks looked at him through with a hooded gaze in desperation.

“You only have one correct choice here petit oiseau, either out there or right here,” he says emphasizing with a slap against his thigh, no emotions whatsoever in his voice.

Vio swallows hard, her pulse racing wildly. She hadn’t realized how intense her desires had grown until he actually acted on them and there wasn’t anything she wanted more in that moment. So it wasn’t a surprise to her when she found herself approaching him, stepping between his open thigh, throwing her arms around his neck and arching up toward him in complete submission, “Yes sir,” Her thighs trembled with lust as he slid his hands up under her shirt, pressing himself to her.

“That’s my good girl, now take off your skirt and straddle me” he purred heavily, his other arm wrapped around her waist holding her tight. The strong firm pressure on her body was causing sparks to ignite throughout her lower half. She couldn’t take it anymore, quickly removing her skirt and panties leaving her completely naked in front of Claude, he kept his eyes locked on hers, burning holes through the side of her eyes as she crawled up onto his lap, and started a grind against him.

His exhaled heavily grabbing ahold of her hips , “Mon douce Vio, I love the way you move” He sighed running his fingertips across her spine in slow strokes, giving a sharp bite on the shoulder that caused her to whimper slightly, “So delicate, so obedient and so responsive. You look divine, and even better than that, the sounds you’re making while riding me is driving me insane, very impressive,”

And after giving her that mental checklist he shifts to undo his pants, revealing a massive thick bulge straining against his fly. The heat of his palm pressing against her mound sent an unexpected shiver running through her as she had lifted her hips in anticipation. She gripped the fabric of his turtle neck shirt firmly, fighting back the urge to claw at him.

His erection springs free and presses into her wet heat and she moaned lightly as she reached down and grasped it, trying to drag it further into her body, tightening her muscles in her grip and bucking upwards against his hold, muffling another moan into his shoulder. The sensations shooting through her veins cause her to scream, her whole body rigid with pain and pleasure alike as he slammed against her repeatedly, gripping her hips tightly to keep from coming undone. He continued kissing and biting her lips softly, dragging their tongues through each others mouths, moaning wantonly.

“Claude, *hah*, Claude, a-AH CLAUDE~”

“Merde, don’t—ngh, don’t squeeze me so tight cher,” he moans out muffled and muffles her name, Vio arches into him, feeling that hard length slide along her slit as she bounces against him.

He flips her around swiftly and pushes her against the table, pinning her body to the solid surface, leaving little space between them, crushing his chest into hers, pushing their bodies together violently. She moans out loudly, looking up into his focused glaze and clumsily kisses him, pushing her tongue in between his lips to taste him, desperate to feel him even closer. He groans tangling their fingers together and thrusts deeper, gripping the soft flesh of her breast in his large palm as he slams into her.

She lets out a loud squeal into his throat, gritting her teeth, “Fuck! Fuck!”

Through her lust ridden state she still managed to hear a phone ringing in the distance, it was a cute little ringtone and was likely to be her phone, a small impulse in her neck had her turn involuntarily to the sound on the brightly lit puppy pawed screen was Jackson’s name in bright blue letters.

Jack, I’m so sorry.

Claude firmly grabs her cheeks and turns her gaze back towards him his dark eyes alit with passion he crushes his lips over hers, “Regardez-moi,” he growls into her mouth as his hips hitched up, his cock sinking into her quivering pussy. She could feel herself starting to unravel and wrap her legs tightly around his waist leveling her hips to find the edge.

“Claude— Oh god yes! please I—“

“Are you mine Violina?” he breathes out between kisses, digging his nails into her skin with just the right amount of force. She needs to cum. Right now.

“I-“

“Tell me, * mmph*~ hah, tell me you’re mine mon doux canari, dis moi— FUCK! Hah~dis moi que tu m'aimes and I’ll give you what you want” he promises and it fills her with butterflies.

It’s the wildest thing he’s ever said to her, such intent hidden in those words that make her heart swell in her chest, sending chills running through her body.

“I— Ah, *Hah*, I love you Claude,” she moans in a low guttural tone that makes his eyes flash, “je t'aime tellement,” she gurgles back into his mouth again, twitching with need.

He ruts so harshly against her it was almost painful, pushing inside her, forcing more air from her lungs as she came into him. She felt like she was going to break apart from sheer ecstasy. With a final, fierce thrust Claude holds her pinned against the table, she was gasping as he tumbled after her releasing himself in a rough flood. She buried her face into his neck, drawing the warm fragrance of him into her senses and closing her eyes. His smell filled her mind, bringing her thoughts back to him.

The only sounds left were their panted breaths and the still ringing phone……