#grandmère

[blaguescourtes]

La grand mère des terroristes…

[romaneangel]

Super après-midi avec ma grand-mère chez @tcupparis c’était génial j’ai adoré cet après-midi avec ma grand-mère qui est super génial je t’aime fort ❤️#momententrefilles #teatime #teacup #grandmère (à T'Cup) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClvvCFKMLUIRvQOjAdHy9Rn8hrBvMShS1B_9Fg0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tinknevertalks]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanctuary (Canada TV 2008) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla, Helen Magnus & Alice Foss-Myers Characters: Helen Magnus, Nikola Tesla, Alice Foss-Myers Additional Tags: Post Series, super fluffy, Like Super Duper Fluffy, small kernel of angst, Sanctuhana, people can be soft, AT Discord ficmas, AU: Ashley Lives, Self-Indulgent Summary: Just a small snapshot of Helen and Alice, with added Nikola. Cuteness abound.

[starkwlkr]

day in the life of a monaco mama | baby leclerc

inspired by the day in the life of a nyc mom tiktoks :) ruby and théo are aged up a bit here.

Y/n had the bright idea of posting more content to her tiktok account. She had a couple of videos, but that was pretty much it. She would get many comments telling her to post more so she thought of an idea. She had seen those day in my life videos everywhere so she filmed one with Ruby and Mathéo.

“Hi everyone, welcome to a day in my life in Monaco!” The video starts off with Y/n making herself some coffee for her and Charles then cuts to her waking the kids up so they can get ready. Today, Charles is leaving for the Dutch Grand Prix so I got his coffee ready while he helped the kids get ready for the day.”

Y/n filmed Charles giving the kids several kisses and hugs then gave her a kiss and hug before Joris arrived and together they were on their way to the plane. “We try to take the kids to a couple of races, but they recently said they prefer to stay home, hang out with their friends or stay with their grandmère, which doesn’t upset Charles at all.” The voiceover said.

“So after we get ready and eat some breakfast, the kids and I go for a walk to the gardens then we come back to their grandmère’s house and we hang out for a bit.” Y/n filmed the kids waving hello to a couple of people on their walk. Then the video showed Pascale greeting the kids and hugging Y/n.

“When it was time to leave, Mathéo wanted to stay because his grandmère was going to visit some family and he wanted to tag along so him and Pascale left and it turned into a mommy daughter day.” Y/n showed several clips of Ruby running around them posing for the camera.

Then the video cuts to them walking around Monaco. “We stopped for lunch at Ruby’s favorite place called Bella Vita and it’s close to a little playground so if you’re ever in Monaco and with your kids, i would recommend coming here. Ruby loves it.” Y/n filmed Ruby eating a piece of of pizza. The little girl saw the camera then smiled and put up a thumbs up.

“After lunch, we walked around, then Ruby wanted to go to see her papa’s car that’s with the rest of Prince Albert’s collection. Whenever we have time, she always requests to go see it.”

They walked to the museum that held Prince Albert’s collection. Y/n filmed the cars. At one point the video showed Y/n posing in front of Charles’ Ferrari car that won in Spa and Monza. The clip was courtesy of Ruby since she wanted to film her maman at least once.

The video then cut to a couple looking at Charles’ Ferrari that were standing next to Ruby, who was taking a picture with her camera that Charles bought her. The man noticed Ruby and wondered if she knew the history of the car.

“That car won—”

“Monza and Spa. I know, that’s my papa’s car.” She replied to her walked back to her maman.

The woman tried to hold in her laugh, but she couldn’t. The couple watch Ruby wave goodbye to them as her and Y/n walked away to their next destination.

“On our way to the oceanographic museum, we ran into some Ferrari fans that wanted to give Ruby and i some friendship bracelets and coincidentally, Ruby had some on her as well so we traded. Thanks for the bracelets, Amanda and Jade!” The clip showed two girls trading bracelets with Ruby.

“Ruby is going through her ocean phase at the moment. She loves telling Charles and i facts about the ocean at all times and I mean at all times. This girl will sit you down and tell you facts as if her life depended on it.” Y/n filmed Ruby admiring the pretty fish then pointing to her favorite one.

Then the video cut to Ruby trying to pronounce anemone because she was trying to tell her mom a fact about the clown fish. “The anemoney . . anu. . anomoon. . .” She stumbled over her words.

“Anemone.” Y/n clarified, but Ruby still messed up. “That’s okay, you’ll pronounce it right next time.”

“I hope so. I don’t want the clown fish to feel sad because I can’t say it right.” Ruby said sadly.

The video then shows Ruby talking with kids her own age. She, of course, made new friends and even invited them to sleepover at her house. Y/n and the other moms laughed, but did promise a sleepover some other time.

“Finally, we went back home to Pascale’s and had dinner where the kids FaceTimes Charles. Our days aren’t always like this, but I always want to fill our days with something to do.”

The TikTok ended up gaining millions of views, likes, shares and comments. Most of them coming from F1 fans, but she didn’t mind.

COMMENTS

pierresgaszlys I NEED MOREEE

f1elle ruby making friends 🥹

sebsbees imagine trading friendship bracelets with ruby leclerc

cruelsummerstan mathéo choosing to stay with his grandma awww 😭

charlesleclerc miss you!!

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[love-belle]

my entire universe !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they're all one big happy family.

or

for when you find everything you spent your life looking for. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // pierre gasly x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - hello!!! i absolutely loved writing this so much, dad!pierre so ❤️❤️❤️❤️ and he'd be such a girl dad likeeee !!! anyways, i hope u liked it!! thank you so much for reading, i think i'd be able to post another social media au by tonight but im not sure :/// i love you all so much <3

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[lionmythflower]

evan: and my memère-

Regulus: your what

Evan: grandma

Regulus: then it would be grandmère or something along those lines

Evan: no

*regulus and Evan proceed to argue over European French and Canadian French for the 4th time that week*

Barty, annoyed: *muttering smth in Italian abt them arguing*

[fruitcoops]

Please, Please, Please

Cubs beach day in Nice and prompt C4: "Sunscreen" for day 2 of @oknutzy-week-2024! Characters belong to @lumosinlove (except Colette)!

“You,” Logan began, rubbing his hand faster until an aggressive thwap-thwap-thwap punctuated his words. “Are not going to be embarrassing me here, ouais?”

“Okay—Jesus, Lo—yes, alright, I got it.”

Logan pulled back and examined his handiwork. Functional. For now. Down the beach, Leo already looked half-asleep in the sun, and Finn’s longing glances toward him were not even slightly hidden. The breeze ushered a cloud further along; the sudden sunburst made Finn squint.

Logan huffed and squirted another dollop of sunscreen onto his palm, aiming for Finn’s shoulder this time.

“Oh my god, Tremz.”

“You’re going to burn!” he insisted. Finn squirmed away, but he had never been able to shake Logan. Not on the ice, and certainly not on a pebbled beach he’d been traversing since literal infancy. He smoothed out a stray arc of white over Finn’s spine and watched goosebumps flare on his arm. “What would you do without me, eh? Crisp? Like toast?”

“You sound like your grandmother.”

“If I bring back a lobster boyfriend, she’ll think I don’t know how to take care of you!” Logan wiped the excess on Finn’s waist and nodded, satisfied. “Bon.”

Finn quirked a grin at him. “Am I free to go?”

He was so sweet in the sun. So sparkly, copper and amber and caramel catching in his hair where the salt air had starched soft waves. Logan came close and pressed a kiss to each of his summer-warm cheeks. “I love your freckles too much to let them roast.”

“Hmm.” Finn turned his head slightly to the side, pushing his smile into Logan’s cheek. “Just my freckles?”

“And maybe you, a little,” he conceded.

Finn’s hands were pleasantly cool when he ran them along Logan’s sides in a long up-and-down. “A little?”

“Maybe a little more.”

“Enough to bring me home.”

Logan scrunched his nose at him. “I had to bring you, or the hot blond wouldn’t come.”

Finn slapped the sunscreen bottle from his hands with Logan’s favorite wordless sound of affronted disapproval—nearly a squawk, mostly a whine, almost his name. He snatched the bottle just before it hit the coarse sand and took off at a jog, dodging driftwood and clumps of drying seaweed.

Nice was beautiful in the summer. There was a reason he had brought Finn here, years ago. Finn hadn’t known a lick of French and Logan had hardly known what to do with himself watching the autumn reds of Harvard against a backdrop of blue and purple, but it was perfect. Still was. He knew just where to step to make the dock silent as he slowed and made his way to the far end, matching the steady rock of the current as it broke on the sand below.

“Bonjour.”

“ ‘Jour.”

A lazy smile spread over Leo’s lips when Logan knelt to straddle him, knees sinking into the soft towel they had brought down from his grandmother’s house. She utterly adored Leo, with his cherub curls and his good manners and (most delightfully) the ability to speak French. They hadn’t stopped chatting in nearly a week. Logan could listen to it forever.

Leo stretched, torso arching, arms overhead, ankles popping behind Logan—and relaxed, one wildflower-blue eye peering up. “You’ve got a halo,” he murmured. “Mon ange.”

Logan sighed through his nose and let his weight rest heavy across Leo’s waist. His breaths were measured with the comfort of a beach day. The sun had been kissing him golden since the first hot day in June; a week lounging on the coast of France practically made him glow.

“Le mien.” He drew a line down the center of Leo’s chest, where tiny freckles peeked through if you knew where to look. Mine.

Leo’s smile widened until his eyes crinkled. “You sound different here.”

“Mm?”

“C’est, um…” He raised a hand with great effort, tapping his fingers together like a crab claw. “Taffy. Smoother. Fancy.”

“You don’t sound like anybody here,” Logan laughed, relishing the judder of Leo’s belly beneath him. “But, my grandmère loves you anyway.”

“Yeah, she does,” Leo said, prodding him in the chest. “We talk all day long and she doesn’t say I sound funny once. You, on the other hand…”

“Ah! Un petit caneton! Ouais-ouais-ouais, coin-coin-coin-coin,” Logan mimicked.

Leo’s laughter nearly unseated him; he had hardly caught his breath when a shadow cooled Logan’s shoulder, and he leaned blindly into Finn’s thigh. “Are you being bullied into proper skincare, too?” Finn asked.

Leo tilted his head back with a hum. “We’re discussing how Madame Colette likes me better, thinks my French sounds exotique, and calls her only grandson a duck because he speaks like un canadien.”

Finn tapped the bill of Logan’s hat, knocking it off his head. “So you’re Frenching without me and not manhandling Leo into sunscreen? Preferential treatment, much?”

Logan blinked up at him with all the emptyheaded innocence he could muster. “C’est quoi? Je ne parle pas l’anglais, j’regrette.”

Finn’s lips pursed—his ears reddened. “He’s so sorry,” Leo translated before Finn could open his mouth. His hands slid up Logan’s thighs, high enough to edge on indecent but steady enough that Logan really didn’t care. “He just came here to swim and hang out with his hot boyfriend. Doesn’t know a thing about sunscreen, do you, baby?”

A gentle flick to the forehead was a small price to pay for propping his chin on Finn’s knee. “Here in France,” he said, laying on a thick false accent. “We don’t…’ow do you say…burn? I have never ‘eard of zees sun-screen you speak of.”

Finn looked at him for a long moment, then down at Leo. Chocolate-brown eyes fell on Logan again and he batted his lashes. It drove Finn fucking crazy when he did that, less in the sexy way and more in the don’t you give me those eyes you menace way. Logan employed it often for petty crimes like leaving one chip in the bag and putting it back in the pantry, just to watch Finn’s head explode for his own amusement.

Finally, Finn clucked his tongue. “I’m getting on the plane home without you. Good luck finding a redhead in France.”

Logan caught him around the calf with both arms when he began stepping back. Finn pulled, but he stood no chance when a featherlight kiss found the base of his thigh. “You’ll love me in the morning,” Logan countered. “When you aren’t stuck inside with aloe all over.”

“I happen to like staying inside and doing puzzles with Madame Colette.”

“Grandmère will keep trying to teach you French,” he threatened.

Finn narrowed his eyes, though he had long since stopped trying to free his leg. “Maybe this time I’ll learn, and then we can make fun of you together.”

“You won’t get to see the surprise,” Leo singsonged.

Logan frowned down at him, confused. “What surprise?”

Leo took his lower lip between his teeth and looked up at Finn, plucking at the hem of Logan’s swim trunks. “Remember when Lo and I went into town for bread yesterday?”

“…yes,” Finn said slowly.

“He got a really tiny swimsuit.” Logan watched Finn’s eyes widen. “And if you burn, you won’t get to see it.”

“It’s green,” Logan offered helpfully.

The corner of Finn’s jaw worked. “That’s a hard bargain,” he said at last. He beckoned Logan up with one finger and took the sunscreen back from him, setting it down by Leo. There was a curious, analytical look in his eye that made Logan want to know everything and nothing all at once. “I’ll think on it.”

“Can I help you make up your mind?” he teased.

“Yeah, actually,” Finn said, brightening. “You can.”

Logan’s pulse kicked. One week here with them had left him feeling like he’d been soaked in honey, and it only seemed to get better. He had barely been nineteen when he first brought Finn along. This future had not even been in his best daydreams. “Quoi, rouge?”

“You can cool off.”

The sudden shove to his chest caught him by surprise—the clash of the ocean around him silenced Leo’s bark of laughter in a blur of bubbles and blue. He could see Finn’s wobbly outline sketched out by the sun. Where the water drew him down to smooth gray pebbles, they drew him up, and he kicked off the bottom with the world waiting above.

[marigoldwriter]

I'll definitely still use my HC that Chloe's first language is French. But, I think that she, as a mother (yes, I'm talking about my fic), for me, would definitely, like, buy fairytale books in French (I think Ella read bedtime stories in French to her, so, she would have a library full of them at Charming Castle, just another hc mine), hire a French teacher for them, talk for hours and hours in French with her daughters, and in that environment I can only imagine Red feeling a little left out because she doesn't understand one single word in French.

There would also be the fact that their daughters would refer to Red as "mama" — mostly, "mère", "maman", and Bridget as "grandmère", but Chloe's side of the family would just be "mom", "grandma", "grandpa", "uncle", and stuff like that.

Chloe would have to start being very careful about what she says in French to Red because her daughters might understand something and she doesn't want to traumatize them by saying something extremely inappropriate in front of them.

On the other hand, Red would teach their daughters to speak in riddles, ask Maddox to teach them riddles (he's not just a science teacher at Wonderland High, he's also a riddle teacher, but doesn't teach classes specifically on that), and would talk in riddles with their daughters, so, Chloe, she would feel a bit left out, but Red would hate to see her wife like that so she would talk very little in riddles.

Besides the fact that no one other than people who were born or raised in Wonderland know how to speak in riddles, they would use riddles mainly to hide things from Chloe, like planning a surprise birthday party for her!

[reallylilyreally]

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Thank you very much @swifty-fox, any excuse to share the BabeRoe I'm working on...

Gene is having a bad time, guys, I bet that shocks you.

He’s at home, in the stickyhot thick air, walking the long path from the road to his Grandmère’s house, and all around him are the skeleton ruins of the Europe he’s been watching crumble and implode. He can hear the voices, disconnected words here and there in a dozen different regional accents, Arkansas and Virginia and a blur of indistinct Mid-West drawling, and he can hear the sound of the bayou around him, soft susurrus. There’s someone behind him, walking in his footsteps, following him with a dogged determination Gene can feel without looking.

He doesn’t need to look over his shoulder to know who he’s going to see, on this perfect copy of the road home surrounded by death and nature. There’s an invisible string slung out between them and Gene doesn’t need it to tell him who’s behind him. He knows, always knows. He looks anyway.

Edward is dressed as a civilian, something Gene has never seen, a pale shirt and dark slacks, no tie, top button undone, no helmet or soft cover, hair neatly combed like a good boy on his way home from church. He looks young and sweet and untouched by war, just as he did in Holland the first time Gene looked up to find him there with everything he needed. And there’s blood spilling out of his mouth.

Gene stands there, and stares at him. There’s no wound, nothing he can see, no blood on his clothes anywhere except where it’s running down his chin and into his collar. Edward is standing there perfectly steady, as if he hasn’t noticed yet that there’s anything wrong. All of a sudden, he’s holding his rifle, palms flat out with the weapon resting across his hands as he holds it out to Gene, a supplicant at the altar.

“Go on,” he says, accent thick with blood all over his tongue. “Nice and quick.”

Gene takes the rifle. He hasn’t held one in years. He hasn’t forgotten how.

“Is it loaded?” he asks Edward.

Edward nods, tongue passing through the crimson on his lower lip, takes a bubbly gasping breath. “Of course,” he says, a little faint now. “Coupla rounds. I’ve got you, you know that.”

Gene lifts the rifle to his shoulder, just a little shorter than the distance between them, and exhales, finger finding the trigger just like he was trained.

Tagging @london-cowboy and @euph0riacc because I did everyone else very recently

[danjaley]

Lucie: … and would you believe it, Maman? Then the Scottish uncle and Grandmère cooked an excellent bouillon for everyone. At first I thought the other uncle doesn't speak French, but he talked in a low voice to Grandmère, so he's just very shy. I hope they bring Papa home tomorrow. I can’t wait to tell him about everything.

[russellsppttemplates]

Hervè glues gum in his hair and you and Charles have to run for Pascale for help

"Mama", you heard your son ask for you, making you drop the knife you were holding on tbe counter before grabbing a towell, turing around to face him, "yes?", you said as you looked at him, not understanding his nervous stance and almost scared tone, "I think I did something bad", he said before he looked up, green eyes like his father's boring into yours as you inspected him closely, "what happened, mon petit? Are you feeling okay?", you checked his temperature and his skin for any scrapes or bruises, "you can tell me, it's okay", you urged him. His little hand went up to his hair, the delicious waves he had pushed to one side so you could see the baby pink coloured product, "uh-oh", you said, inspecting the area carefully, "I was playing and then I wanted some water, so I took the gum out of my mouth so drink so I wouldn't swallow it and then I forgot that I had it in my head and went to push my hair to the side because it was falling in my eyes and then it was stuck!", he said while you pulled, apologising when you noticed how you were pulling, "well, seems like we are going to pay a visit to grandmère a bit earlier than usual".

Since you had planned to have dinner together at Pascale's, you texted Charles to meet you at her salon rather than at home, "are you finally getting that new cut you talked about, ma belle?", Charles said as he walked inside the salon, seeing Hervé sat on the chair instead, "I glued gum to my hair accidentally, papa", he offered the explanation, "grandmére is going to cut if off because mama couldn't get it out", he finished as his tears came back, "Oh, okay. Hey, it's okay if you want to cry, but there's nothing wrong with that", Charles soothed him, "it can happen to anyone. And I know grandmère is going to do a good job. Besides, hairs grows back. See papa's hair? I got it cut last week and it's already big", he showed his son his own hair, "you're going to be fine, even if we stay off the chewing gum for a while".

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[doueverwonder]

anyway have an NA Bro's hc

I think when they were little Alfred actually got sick more than Matthieu, and in modern day Matthieu gets sick more than Alfred.

Alfred was just permanently sick from the moment he was born until he was like 17; Matt didn't get anything as a kid and is getting it all now instead, nothing can save this man :)

But because of that Alfred is much more willing to push through being sick bc "eh, you should've seen me when I was little! I got yellow fever FOUR TIMES in ONE YEAR when i was like 8!"

While Matthieu is "I see the light, Grandmère? Is that you?" over the sniffles bc he has no experience of being sick and is just,,, he's so sure he's dying every time.

[starkwlkr]

Having the baby and you and Charles introducing him to Ruby who is confused because she asked for a baby sister and got a baby brother

a boy? | charles leclerc

live laugh love baby leclerc 🫶🏼

Ruby waited by the door. Ever since she woke up that morning, she asked her grandmère and both of her uncles when her parents were going to arrive. She was excited to see her new baby sister. She was confident she was getting a baby sister, she even picked out a name for her.

Ariel Leclerc, named after Ruby’s favorite Disney princess.

“Ruby, your mama and papa are here!” Pascale smiled as she approached the door ready to meet her new grandchild. The gender was kept a secret just like Ruby’s.

“Ariel is here! She’s here!” Ruby jumped up and down. She was still in her pink pajamas. All she wanted was her baby sister.

“Rubes, we don’t know if the baby is a girl. You probably have a brother.” Lorenzo said to the girl as he picked her up.

“No, it’s a girl. She’s named Ariel and we’re going to play together.” Ruby nodded.

“I hear them!” Pascale said excitedly as she heard the front door open. The Leclerc’s saw Y/n enter first. She had messy hair and looked tired, but she had the biggest smile on her face. “Congratulations, my girl.” Pascale brought the woman into a hug.

“Mama!” Ruby extended her arms so her mother could hold her but Y/n was still sore from the labor.

“Baby, my arms are weak. Papa can hold you.” Y/n told the girl, who frowned. “Let’s meet your baby brother.” She announced to everyone.

“A boy!” Arthur cheered along with everyone else, but Ruby. She looked around and saw how everyone was very happy for the baby boy.

Charles then walked in with the baby car seat. Inside was a baby peacefully sleeping wrapped in a light blue blanket. He had little mittens on his tiny hands with a matching blue hat. This wasn’t her sibling, no, her sibling was supposed to be a girl.

“Look, Ruby, this is your baby brother.” Charles set the car seat down. Lorenzo put Ruby on the floor. She slowly walked towards the sleeping baby and stared at him. “His name is Mathéo.”

“Is there another baby?” Ruby’s question caught everyone off guard. “Where’s the baby that was in mama’s stomach?”

“Ruby, Mathéo is that baby. He’s very excited to meet you.” Charles tried explaining to her but she was convinced Mathéo was someone else’s baby.

Ruby didn’t say anything else. She walked away and went outside to her tiny backyard playground she had.

“She hates him.” Y/n sighed as she walked slowly to the sofa. Lorenzo saw her struggle and helped her. Charles, Pascale and Arthur followed close by.

“She doesn’t hate him, she’s confused. We should’ve found out the gender when we had the chance. We should’ve told her so she wouldn’t be like this when we introduced her to Mathéo.” Charles said to his wife.

“I’m going to go talk to her.” Y/n tried getting up but she was stopped by Charles.

“You just gave birth. I’ll talk to her.”

So while his family got to meet the new addition to the family, Charles walked outside to see his daughter playing by herself on the playground. He walked towards the little girl and watched as she gave an empty tea cup to her stuffed animal. She had different Barbies in a circle around her pretending they were her ‘guests’.

“Ruby, we need to talk.” Charles spoke. But the girl ignored her father. She continued playing with her toys. “Ruby Jules Louise Leclerc, put your toys down.”

Ruby put her tea cup down. “Papa, we’re having a tea party.”

“I know but right now we need to talk,” Charles sat next to the girl on the grass. “Mathéo told me he wants to meet his big sister.”

“Babies can’t talk, papa.” Ruby said lowly.

“Then what’s bothering you, mon chéri?” Charles knew what was bothering her but he wanted to hear her out.

“Lucy from school has a sister and so does Lily. I have a brother.” She said. “I want a sister so we can play together.”

“Mathéo can play with you when he gets older. Boys and girls can play together. Just like how you and Jack play in the paddock.” Charles explained. “Plus, Mathéo can’t wait to meet you. Remember when you and I talked to mama’s belly and you told him how your day was?” Ruby nodded her head. “He recognizes your voice.”

“How? He’s a baby.” Ruby wondered.

“He just does. So now he knows that you’re his big sister just like he knows I’m his papa and your mama is his mama.” Charles hoped the talk would get her to at least meet get her inside to meet the baby.

“Does he know uncle enzo and uncle arthur are his uncle too? And what about uncle pierre? He has to know uncle pierre! What about grandmère?”

“Slow down, Ruby, he’ll know. But just in case he forgot why don’t we go inside to tell him?”

Ruby wasted no time in running inside. She even yelled at Charles to hurry up. Once she opened the door, she saw her mother holding her baby brother. “Mama! He knows I’m his sister!” Ruby ran towards her mother’s side and saw her brother with his eyes open. Again, the child was a carbon copy of his father, especially the eyes.

“He does and he’s been asking for you. Come sit over here.” Y/n said. Ruby obeyed and sat next to her mom. She watched as the baby yawned which made her laugh.

“Papa told me he can recognize my voice.” Ruby said. “Does he know my name?” She asked curiously.

“Why don’t you remind him.” Y/n leaned forward a bit so Ruby could see more of her brother’s face.

“Hi, my name is Ruby Jules Louise Leclerc. But I like Jules. Papa said that when you’re older you can play with me. But you can play with the cars, the barbies are mine. And you can’t say uncle Pierre is your favorite, he’s mine.” Ruby said in all seriousness.

“Lucky for Mathéo, he has another uncle, right Ruby?” Arthur poked Ruby’s cheek.

“Don’t tell anyone but uncle arthur snores.”

[blood-mocha-latte]

Ik you said leave a number but I’m frothing at the mouth for anything related to either the goth baberoe or modern angst luztoye PLEASE PLEASE IM SCRATCHING AT YOUR DOOR

aleks my beloved!!! have some country goth baberoe (that's at this point mostly just gene being angsty and from the south) <3 <3

12. hallow ourselves poisonless light (country goth baberoe; gene pov)

He sat down, hard, and stared at the water moccasin’s body.

His hands hurt.

When his grandmère came outta the house, wiping her worn out, calloused hands on her dirty apron, he didn’t understand why she saw him and her eyes widened. Didn’t understand why she ran over to him, slightly off kilter from her bad leg that was always actin’ up when she’s upset about something.

She kicked aside pampas grass and stomped through the mud and reached down on into it and wrapped her arms around her grandson, tugging him up and out of the muddy bayou shore and to her chest. He buried his face in her neck.

She pulled him up and back into the house, muttering all the way there. The boy couldn’t tell if it’s French or English. Maybe she was prayin’, and it’s Latin. He was only five years old for two weeks now, he still couldn’t keep any of ‘em straight.

(from this. distract me from the world ending terrible thing that is Work)

[skiddo-xy]

Je vois hyper beaucoup de gens ici qui déteste l'allemand suisse et ça me donne seulement l'envie d'y apprendre ! Mon correspondant suisse étudiera l'allemand suisse en l'école après avoir étudié l'allemand standardizé d'allemagne (malgré qu'ils ne peuvent pas trop parler mdr) et ça combiné avec le fait que ma grandmère va bientôt me donner sa dictionaire de plautdietsch (la dialecte qu'elle parlait dans sa enfance) quand je la verra re-reveille le version germanophile de moi

[moghraidhs]

knee deep in the river for the wip game! hope you're having a lovely day/night!💖

thank you, lovely anon <3

it's the second part to this fic; mota/bob western gothic with lots of angst and a dash of the supernatural. i'm having a blast with it :))

a tiny snippet for you:

Love doesn't save everyone, mon cœur, Grandmère says in the back of his mind.

Maybe not, Eugene thinks, but it's all I've got.