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prince-claremont-diaz · 5 years ago

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Whatever We Become

Summary: In Lucas’ final year of high school before he has to face the real world, he comes across the new identical twins, Eliott and Leo. Needless to say, Lucas falls head over heels for both of them.

Or The twin au absolutely no one asked for

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Chapter Thirteen: Surprises

“Dude, what happened. Are you drunk?” The next morning, Lucas, who was the first one at school, was sitting with his head hanging forwards as Yann walked over, voice laced with concern. Lucas looked up, meeting his friend’s eyes with a blank, exhausted stare, grey bags forming under his eyes.

“Hungover, more like,” he replied dully, “Manon, Emma and I thought it would be a good idea to drink away our problems last night.” Arthur wandered over next, waving cheerfully at the other two. “Morning, Arthur.”

Arthur grinned, plopping down next to Lucas on the bench.

Yann raised his eyebrows at Lucas, eyes widening. “On a school night? And you still came?”

Lucas nodded, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms, stomach turning uncomfortably. “I can’t miss class, Yann.” Yann frowned disapprovingly but let the conversation fall as Basile walked over.

“Lucas, why the long face? I’ve got some good news for you.” Basile stopped, beaming excitedly. “Guess who I saw walking from the bus stop this morning.”

Lucas yawned, shrugging his shoulders carelessly, keeping his eyes down. “I really don’t care. Nothing can bring up my mood this morning. I feel like I got hit by a truck,” Lucas drawled bitterly, yawning once again.

“Oh, but I think this just might.”

Lucas opened his mouth to comment but promptly snapped it shut when he saw none other than Eliott walking into the courtyard with his brother Leo. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and an unfamiliar navy hoodie, his usual black one still at Lucas’. As if summoned, Lucas instinctively stood up, eyes wide as he watched Eliott making his way over shyly. Behind him, he could hear the other three boys whispering semi-excitedly. He shot them all a dirty look over his shoulder.

“Eliott.” Lucas’ words were barely above a breath, feet carrying him a couple steps forward of their own accord. Eliott continued coming over until he was only a foot or so away from Lucas, looking tentatively at him with his hands fidgeting at his sides, rocking back on his heels.

“Hey,” Eliott replied, smiling sheepishly and looking at Lucas through his eyelashes. Lucas swore he could melt right then and there in the middle of the school courtyard.

Lucas grinned and whispered back, “Hi.”

And then they were hugging. Lucas had no clue who initiated it, but somehow he was now standing with his arms wrapped securely around Eliott’s waist, tucking his face into the crook of Eliott’s neck while Eliott held him close, cradling his head. Lucas breathed in, smelling the familiar masculine cologne mixed with cigarettes and something oddly chocolatey. An odd mixture, yet perfectly him.

The hug was short lived as the other three boys wanted their own share of Eliott hugs, slapping him heartily on the back and ruffling his messy hair with compliments on the new colour. But even as he stood on the sidelines, watching his friends smothering Eliott with hugs, he caught the other boy’s eye and that alone was enough.

◇ Lucas, Yann and Basile were sitting at the lunch table that afternoon, talking about their latest Literature class, when Arthur and Eliott appeared. They greeted the rest of the table and Eliott sat down in the seat next to Lucas, setting his tray on the table.

"Boys, there's a great party coming up this weekend, you in?" Arthur looked around hopefully at the others, drumming his hands excitedly on the table.

"I'm in," said Yann, raising his eyebrows with interest.

Basile nodded excitedly, mouth full of food already. "I was already planning to go, so obviously yes!"

"I think I might be busy this weekend…" Eliott admitted shyly, voice trailing off at the end and bowing his head so that his jet black hair fell into his eyes.

Lucas glanced sideways at Eliott as the other three tried to protest. He was poking his fork into his pasta, avoiding eye contact and bouncing one of his knees up and down. "I can't go either. I have to… finish an essay for Monday and I still haven't even started it."

"Oh come on, it won't be as fun without you guys! You have to come," Basile whined.

"I can't come, Basile. And clearly neither can Eliott," Lucas gritted, staring daringly at Basile, challenging him to protest again.

Basile started to protest again, but was cut off by Yann covering his mouth with his hand and saying, "Dude, just leave it. They're obviously just busy this weekend. There's always next week." Yann glanced across at Lucas, looking back and forth between him and Eliott. Lucas smiled lightly in thanks, knowing Yann understood.

"Plus, you're always disappearing at parties these days, so it doesn't even affect you," Arthur pointed out.

The conversation moved onto other topics soon after and a few minutes later, they started to pack up to head to classes again. As Lucas started to follow the others out of the cafeteria, putting his tray up, he felt someone pulling on his sleeve. Turning, Lucas saw Eliott holding onto his shirt, wearing an unreadable expression. He was hardly making eye contact, eyes straying anywhere but at Lucas.

Lucas raised his eyebrows, turning around fully to give Eliott all his attention. "You didn't have to do that back there," Eliott said, tone strained and tense, jaw set.

"Do what?"

Eliott sighed, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. "Cover for me. You don't have to miss the party just because I don't want to go," Eliott grumbled curtly, "I can take care of myself, Lucas. I just don't want to go to the party. You don't have to pity me or something."

"I'm not pitying you, Eliott," Lucas insisted defensively, frowning, "I don't know what the fuck happened the other day, but I'm guessing you aren't up for a party when you went completely MIA for almost a fucking week." He knew he was being too harsh, but he couldn't help but feel bitter after Eliott not only ditched him, but then ignored him for a whole week. He softened, however, when he saw Eliott's face fall, eyes moving to the floor and shoulders slumping. He took a deep breath. "But we can hang out at my house or yours instead, can't we? Just the two of us."

Eliott looked back up, eyes wide as they met Lucas'. He nodded, leaning his forehead against Lucas' and whispering, "I'd like that." He reached down to hook his pinkie around Lucas’, a faint smile growing on his features. Lucas sighed, grinning back.

"We should get to class, but we can meet at the courtyard after?" Lucas suggested as the warning bell signalled and he stepped reluctantly away from Eliott. He nodded again in reply and Lucas turned around to make their way out of the lunch hall, holding the door open for Eliott as they went their separate ways.

"Hey, Lucas?"

Lucas paused, turning on his heels again to look at Eliott. "Yeah?"

"I promise I'll tell you what happened. Soon."

Lucas smiled, tilting his head. "Okay." With one last look, the two boys turned to go towards their respective classes. Lucas grinned to himself, pushing past a group of first years making their way to class and hurried towards the science labs.

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That evening, Lucas and Eliott were alone in the Demaury flat, sprawled across the couch with an empty pizza box lying open on the coffee table and some action film playing on the tv. Leo was out with some of his friends for the night and wouldn't be back until morning. There were a few opened beer bottles scattered across the table as well, lying on their sides or tilted against the cardboard box. One of Lucas' legs was thrown over Eliott's legs, head resting on Eliott's shoulder as he played with one of Eliott's hands. With the window propped open, the distant city sounds of racing cars and laughing voices trickled into the room, lacing with the light breeze of the autumn air.

"Why a hedgehog?" Lucas asked, tracing his pointer finger over one of Eliott's veins. He glanced up to catch sight of Eliott's profile.

Eliott sat up, smiling down at Lucas with a devilish glint in his eyes. "Have you seen your hair?" He reached up to ruffle Lucas' hair, earning a shocked and offended gasp from the other.

Lucas slapped his hand away, pulling his leg away and pouting. "Well if you hated my hair you could have said so," he said with mock offense. His facade was easily broken by the tiny smile peeking out of his lips.

Eliott laughed, pulling Lucas back towards him and running his hands through his hair. "I like your hair, dumbass. It suits you," Eliott said, pressing a kiss on top of his head. Lucas groaned, pushing Eliott away again. "Grumpy hedgehog." He patted Lucas' head teasingly, beaming down at Lucas with a startling fondness. A flush crept up his cheeks despite himself.

"So a raccoon and a hedgehog? Doesn't that sorta defy the rules or nature or something?" Lucas teased, smirking mischievously and raising an eyebrow.

Eliott shoved his shoulder, rolling his eyes. "This is my house, you know. I can just as easily kick you out for comments like that." Lucas gasped, slapping a hand over his chest.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would dare."

Lucas shook his head, resting his head on Eliott's shoulder and closing his eyes. "I don't think you would. You like my company too much," he whispered.

"I do." Lucas startled slightly at the intensity of Eliott's words, his voice hard and insistent yet as soft as a blanket. Lucas wanted to wrap himself up in Eliott’s certainty, protect himself from any other, harsher words and never forget his calming whispers.

"What are we?" Lucas blurted, eyes widening and face a vibrant crimson. Like a record scratching, time seemed to hit a wall, tripping over itself as Eliott turned to look at him in slight confusion, tilting his head to the side. He reminded Lucas a bit like a puppy, but he kept that thought to himself. "Like. Do you want anything serious or is this just casual or something? I’ve been wondering for ages," he explained bashfully, gaze falling to his lap as his fingers fiddled with each other.

Eliott tilted his chin to face him, eyes affectionate and searching. "I want something serious, Lucas. If you do. I don't think I've ever been more serious in my life." Eliott replied, smiling that gooey sweet smile Lucas wanted to lock away for safekeeping, only for him.

Lucas nodded enthusiastically, eyes wide. "Yeah, I really really do. I was worried you didn't," he admitted.

Eliott shook his head where it leaned against Lucas' forehead, nudging his nose into Lucas'. "Well I do. So don't worry, okay?"

Lucas nodded. "Okay."

They sat in silence for a few minutes after that, the tv long forgotten as they sat pressed against each other on the couch, heartbeats and breaths mingling together in a harmony none could recreate. Eventually, Lucas noticed a piano in the corner of the room that he hadn't noticed before. It was piled high with various sheets of music and a vintage record. The shelf next to it held various other music books and a variety of records.

"You have a piano. I didn't know that." Lucas' voice was feather soft, turning his head to peer up at Eliott curiously through his lashes, eyes bright with interest.

Eliott shrugged. "It's really Leo's. He's had lessons since we were like 5," he said, "But I can play a mean Star Wars theme."

Lucas laughed, standing up from the couch and turning the tv off before walking over to the piano. "Can I try?" Eliott nodded, watching him as he perched on the seat in front of the piano, fingers dancing as he decided on what to play. He pressed a note experimentally, getting a feel for the music that instantly washed over him as he hit the black and white keys. One of the few pieces he knew by heart, Lucas slowly eased into it with clumsy, unpracticed movements, stumbling on a few keys.

Eliott laughed, leaning back against the cushions. "I think we have a triangle, if you want." Lucas wheezed a laugh, rolling his eyes and turning back to the piano.

Lucas moved back into the music once again, letting his fingers speed up, notes floating into his ears. He forgot where he was, barely thinking about his movements as his fingers danced gracefully, easily across the keys, pressing them down avidly and passionately. The air was filled with the intertwining notes as they mingled together and cascaded down into the street to harmonise with the birds. A gentle smile crept onto his lips as he played the familiar tune, chest heavy yet safe with the memories of learning this song when he was young. It was deliberate and calm and he could just about see Eliott sitting forwards on the couch out of the corner of his eye.

As he slowed to the end of the piece, letting his fingers trace the last few notes, he was almost overwhelmed by a strange calmness. When he finished playing, the last notes still lingering in the air, Lucas turned back around towards Eliott and felt his heart skip a beat at the wide eyed, broadly grinning face Eliott was giving him.

"That was… beautiful," Eliott marveled, eyes shining and teeth on show. Lucas opened his mouth to reply, probably something teasing about Star Wars, but Eliott continued. "Just like you."

Lucas' heart stopped. An entire field of scarlet roses seemed to bloom on his cheeks, eyes darting back down at the wood floor. All words escaped him and Lucas was left a silent mess, turning back around in the seat and fiddling with the fabric of his trousers.

"You are." Eliott stood up and stepped easily over the coffee table, towering over Lucas on the piano bench. He gently pushed Lucas back, bending down to be at eye level and pressing his face close. Lucas' elbow collided with the piano keys, breaking the silence and the tension with the jarring notes. "You're surprising me at every moment, Lucas. Everything you do leaves me in awe and I have to take a minute to myself because every single thing you do makes me breathless."

Lucas blinked, at a loss for words, desperately trying to grasp for something, anything to say to try to match Eliott's words. But he came up completely blank, taken aback by the abruptness and the intensity of Eliott. Eliott continued on, adding, "The world is filled to the brim with surprises and you never stop being my favourite one."

A sharp intake of breath, eyes glassy and he pushed the rest of the way forwards until he was kissing Eliott once again. He smiled into the kiss, one of his hands coming up to tangle in Eliott's shiny black locks, heart racing in his chest. Eliott pulled them both into a standing position and without pulling them apart, guided Lucas back into his bedroom.

#elu fic #skam france #eliott demaury #lucas lallament #elu

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8bitsperminute · 5 years ago

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It’d been odd, for TP Girl to just...leave, in the middle of their fight. I mean, certainly even TP Girl had a life outside of villainy, just like I had a life working at Smith and Smithson’s(TM) and painting on the weekend. Once again, foresight would make me realize that she had left at 8:00, when all the local schools started, but hindsight’s 20/20. What I was not expecting to arise out of any of this was a phone call, regarding a student by the name of Marie Ann.

I was sleeping when the shrill sound of Ain’t Nothing But A Heartbreak shook me out of my stupor. Apparently, I was listed as the emergency number to a girl at the local high school I have already forgotten the name of. Honestly, all I wanted to do was hang up and go back to sleep under the warm of the blankets, but the idea of this Ann Marie sitting at school, waiting for whoever was her real emergency contact weighed on my mind, so I stayed on the line. Despite my numerous assurances that I was not Marie Clarion, Marie Ann still insisted that this was the number she listed as an emergency contact, meaning I had no choice but to forgo the thought I could go back to sleep. Mournfully staring back at the bed and wrapping a tone around my body, I walked to my car and entered the address of the school in the GPS.

Rapping my fingers on the wooden desk beneath me, as the clacking noise of heels approached, I scoured my mind for any memories of a girl named Marie Ann. It wasn’t a unique name by any measure, and I did have my fair share of... over-eager fans, but they only knew me by my super-hero name, Clarion. The sound of someone slumping down into the seat next to mine jolted me out of my thoughts. Either way, by looking at Marie I could finally figure out how I knew her. I stared at her from my periphery, searching for an ephiphany, but nothing came. Before I could think further, or ask her how she knew me, her teacher, presumably, turned to me. She then began to tell me about a litany of pranks that Marie had ‘terrorized’ the school with(a tad bit dramatic considering her worst prank was just TPing the library.) As she continued to list off the pranks and I continued to try to stiffle my laughter, Marie explained that she was not the perpertator of the latest crime, TPing the bathroom. Mrs. Applesmith sat and leaned back, obviously attempting to pretend she was mulling it over when she definitely wasn’t, when I suggested I would bring Marie on Monday with an admission of guilt. Certainly it would be better for Marie to learn to take accountaibility of her actions instead of blaming them on someone else. Marie shot a slightly betrayed look, but the teacher shook my hand, and a deal was born.

If I was choking on guilt in the classroom, I was downright suffocating on it in the car. «Did you do it?» I tried to ask carefully, so she knew she could tell the truth. «Which one?» There was something familiar about the bite in that retort, there was something familiar about Marie in general, but I still couldn’t quite place it. «The last one, the TPing in the bathroom.» «No.» Her response was quick and her voice wasn’t shaky, but there were only so many tells you could check for while keeping an eye on the road. Still, there was one comment that helped me sniff out a liar in pretty much any situation, and that was, «Well, y’know I’m a lawyer» « Yeah, I’ve seen your sign on the bustop bench» «Exactly, so as a lawyer I am telling you if you did this you can get away with less time by fessing up». Fuck, the guilt would kill me, because as familiar as Marie seemed to be in so many aspects, something told her Marie was just as familiar with being accused of being guilty. Which, considering all the pranks, made sense, but it still hurt me all the same. «Okay and if you’re not guilty, I’ll help find the person who did this. But you have to promise you didn’t do it. Actually pinky-promise. Wait, I’m driving.» Marie’s face was hard to read, especially from the angle of a driver, but the quiet, «Scout’s Honor» seemed to carry an air of gratitude, and the guilt shrank away. Still, though there was a question of why a random high schooler had listed her as an emergency contact. «Before I start this investigation, I have to ask about where your parents or guardians are?» The drawn out silence reawakened the guilt that had evaporated just moments before, but Marie eventually turned to her and told them they had died only a few months prior, and as a seventeen year old, she knew she could take care of herself just fine. Crap, fiddlesticks, shit, I was getting involved and I did not want to be involved. But I understood Marie’s perspective, and as both a lawyer and superhero I had seen firsthand experience of just how cruel the foster care system. A hushed «Are you going to report me?» forced me to come to a decision. «You could get emancipated.» « I just want to go home.I don’t want a piece of paper telling me I’m an adult now because my parent’s are dead.» Crap, fiddlesticks, crap, crap. «Fine, let’s make another deal, you call me at least once a week, I will Venmo you for expenses, and in return I will not report you. Deal?» «Deal».

Today had been exhausting and had ended with the semi-adoption of a teenager, but there was something telling me I was missing something. It came when I saw toilet paper strung on the entrance to Marie’s apartment when she dropped her off, it came when I kept remembering the abundance of toilet paper in all those ‘crime-scenes.’ I tried to sleep, tossing and turning but something felt off. Toilet paper, that was it. Grabbing my crime-scene board from the closet I scrabbled toilet paper on a sheet of paper and stuck it in the middle. It was all connected. Those photos weren’t staged by a teacher dramatizing a teenage student’s prank, they were set there by the person committing those acts, those acts that were oddly reminiscient of TP Girl’s fight scenes. Marie Ann was...TP girl.

You’d known, intellectually, that your heroic nemesis was a teenager, but it didn’t really sink in until the day their school called because your number was the only one on their emergency contact list.

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