#mon chiot

[fionnemrys]

“Enid sends her kpop songs that uses samples from classical music. Wednesday learns the classical music on her cello.” I love this! It’s so sweet and so in character for both of them. 💞

Some headcanons regarding Wednesday’s phone

- Enid took two different selfies of them together to use as lock screen and wallpaper for both their phones

- Despite Wednesday’s disdain for technology she can easily learn how to change it but doesn’t cuz she’s a simp for Enid

- Enid obviously has many photos of Wednesday but she doesn’t know that Wednesday also took photos of Enid between several photos of crime scenes and photographed evidences for whatever mystery she’s investigating

- Wednesday learns how to use Spotify and Enid sends her kpop songs that uses samples from classical music. Wednesday learns the classical music on her cello to impress Enid.

- Wednesday’s name on Enid’s contacts is Roomie 💕

- Enid’s name on Wednesday’s contacts is Mon Chiot

- They’ve put each other as emergency contacts

[neiyuu]

Toute l'énergie extrovert qui devait m'être donnée a été gardée pour mon chiot, et toute son énergie introvert m'a été donnée en échange.

[that-one-malereader-enthusiast]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 • 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

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𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

cw : MDNI - ftm Lestat, top male reader, sexual content, nsfw, lycanthrope male reader, oral (giving), AFAB terminology used (such as cunt, clit, ect.) monsterfuckers, mentions of knotting, praises, dry humping, slight service top moment, baby fever, breeding kink, not proof-read.

If vampires could exist, why couldn't werewolves, Lestat thought. When he found you, it was as if looking at a lost dog. Scrappy thing, but brutish. You had no manners, like a mutt out of the ditch. The two of you never met eye to eye, but he helped you deal with the monster that you had almost no control over. What he loved about you is that you took answers from no one. You took what you wanted, when you wanted it. And if you wanted Lestat on the bed with his legs spread, he could barely stop you.

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"You're making a mess down there mon cher, you're dr..drooling all over my legs!" Lestat laughed as you huffed and looked up at him from between his legs. There was slick and saliva dripping down your chin and painted messily on your lips, smeared against your cheeks and dripping down your neck. Your half lidded eyes were hazed with lust, trying to bide your irritation and hunger with the meal between the others legs. "Use your words, those looks could mean anything. You either want me to...shut up so you can continue indulging yourself or—" Lestat almost snorted as you responded with simply curling your arms around his thighs, letting them settle on your shoulders as you 'indulged' as he seemed to speak of.

Your thick tongue practically slobbered against his thighs, nipping every now and then while your leg bounced. You wanted so much more at that moment, but you were trying to wait it out. You were itching to get out of your skin, the presence of the full moon only pressuring your body further. You could feel the itch deep within the marrow of your bones, calling out. It makes your body feel like a furnace, your core even hotter. You could feel your hips rolling into the mattress below as you whined into Lestats' heat, causing him to shudder in response.

"You're such a needy chiot when you wish to be one. I don't know why you restrain yourself so much when I know what goes on in that head of yours." Lestat almost mewled out at the end of his words as your tongue practically circled around his dick, lips suckling against it and sending fire into his own nerves. "Juste là, ma chère, you're so good to me..." He let out an airy breath as his fingers slid into your hair. No matter how many times you cut it, it practically grew longer the next day. But Lestat? He loved running his fingers through your hair and watching you act as if you were touch starved. No, you were touch starved. Leaning into his touch, silently asking for more.

Lestat was the first person, first being, creature — the first to be able to handle your unruliness these nights. When you weren't prowling the streets, out for blood, killing every animal that came into your line of sight and even people if they had the unfortunate timing of appearing in your sights.

You were practically nose deep in Lestats' rather trimmed and neat blonde pubes while your tongue wanted to lap up every inch of his spongy insides. You could barely think straight, heat now radiating off your skin and your mind slowly fogging while Lestat made obscene noises that made your ears prick up. "Need you..Les..."

"You have me mon cher chiot, you..you have me," he shuddered out again before feeling your nails start to dig into his thighs. An animalist whine and whimper left your lips before you could feel the curse starting to carve you from the inside out. Cooking your insides, broiling in your stomach while it broke and wielded your bones back together. It wasn't pretty, it never was. But Lestat was there for it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

You let go of him and gripped onto the sheets, finding yourself wanting to curl up and hide from the pain. You could hear his coaxing in the forefront of your mind, trying to tell you he was still there, but lines blurred when you transformed. Your bones snapped and your flesh seemed to tear as fur came in replacement, your bones shifting into place as a deep growl rolled within your chest. The moonlight seemed to peer in through the window, your once normal eyes giving an eerie glow in the darkness, your face no longer humanoid, but instead replaced with a furry snout.

There was blood in your fur, almost coating some, bleeding into the mattress but the other didn't care and neither did you. Your clothes had long since been shed off since the beginning of the transformation, now scattered and torn into pieces.

You shook your head, thoughts jumbled in a bunch. Food. Hunt. Hunger. Prey. Hunger. Mate. Hot. Mark. Mate. Mine. You seemed to stare Lestat down, as if he were a meal of his own, your mawl filling with drool as your now semi bipedal body crouched over him, absolutely looming over his body. "I know you can hear me in there mon cher chiot." Lestat seemed to call out, his core finding more warmth seeing you in such a form.

You growled at him at first, though your eyes seemed to quickly glance down his body. Hungry. Mate. Breed. Mate. Hunger. Hunt. Prey. My mate. You weren't completely dumbed down, but the scent of Lestats' arousal seemed to set you off. It wasn't long before you practically dragged his body down, lifting his entire lower half off the bed before your maw opened.

Lestat didn't fear you'd eat him or even harm him, but he could see much more happening. When you got like this, it was hard to stop you from completely destroying the room trying to fuck him on every surface, especially since you didn't burn out easily during such a moon tranced state.

He could feel your teeth against his pelvis, only putting some pressure down as your tongue took a long lap against his lower lips. Pulling away, you grabbed his thighs and raised them on your shoulders, his entire upper body almost lifted off the bed from the shift of your height.

Lestat cried out and threw his head back the moment he felt your tongue dive into his drenched cunt yet again, reaching places you couldn't quite reach before and more. He could see your unsheathed and throbbing red cock underneath your own body, dripping with arousal and your knot having already appeared. "I suppose I should have fed earlier tonight if I knew I was going to be in here with you till daylight—"

There was a growl, a deep one that sent vibrations deep within Lestat, causing him to find a rather quick orgasm that startled even himself. "I guess this form also does things to me as well mon cher chiot, but it seems your mind is elsewhere." Instead of a response, you simply lapped at his wetness, hips rutting up against the sheets and your mind elsewhere. You wanted to breed him, badly. Make him full of your pups. What you wouldn't give to see Lestat, your Lestat, full and round and plump. Putting him down on your knot, making him yours completely? You began to drool at the thought that ran circles inside your mind.

Maybe you could fill him up tonight after you made him cum on your tongue. Your hunger was only for Lestat tonight, nothing more.

It was better than you constantly having held his hips and grinded up against him with any and every surface, whining and making small grunts rather than communicating with your words what you really wanted. It wasn't your fault that his ass always looked so nice in whatever he wore. Such a nice, grabable ass. All yours for the night.

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[slut-4-remuslupin]

Over the past few months, I decided to start a list of all of the different names that Sirius has called Remus in the (frankly, quite concerning amount of) wolfstar fics i’ve read on AO3.

In honour of the new year, I thought I would share this compilation, so, in no particular order, we have;

Remus

Re

Remmy/Remy

Remu

Remikens

Lupin

Moony

My/His Moony (the my makes a difference and I will die on that hill)

Mssr. Moony

Moons

Moonshine

Moonlight

Moonrise

Moonbeam

Moonbean (tbh this one was probably a typo but still cute af)

(Moonage) Daydream

Moonpie

Moonykins

Moony-mine

Moony-moons

Moony-moon

Moon-moon

Moony-moo

Mooncakes

Moonycakes

Moonball

Moonflower

Moonshadow

My moon

‘Moon to my star’

‘My Moon and Stars’

‘Moon of my life’

Moonalicious

Moonylicious

Lune

Ma Lune

Chiot

Mon Loup

And of course, the usual babe, baby, darling, etc.

✨ And here are some bonuses that weren’t necessarily Sirius, but I still loved for one reason or another ✨

Man-Whore Moony

Remus Fucking Lupin

Mr. Moony-of-the-cardigans

Moomoo (3yo Harry’s version of ‘Moony’)

‘A’ moony (ex. ‘To love a moony’)

‘A moony kiss’

The Moony*insert body part here*, such as ‘Moonybelly’ or ‘Moonyneck’ (ex. ‘Wrapping his arms around the Moonybelly’)

The Great Wet Haddock (Lily)

Massive shoutout to all the fic writers doing god’s work, and here’s to another year of Sirius’ ridiculous names for Remus 🐺✨

[fanficonly]

Based on a Wenclair Fanfic I'm writing...

Enid walking up to Wednesday and draping her arm over her shoulder: How's my beautiful dark-spirited friend today?

*Everyone at the table watches Wednesday for her reaction*

Wednesday: Very well Mon chiot and you?

Bianca: What the f-

Enid: I'm great!

*Wednesday turns to Bianca*

Wednesday: Problem?

Bianca: You- she's touching you- and did you just call her a pet name???

Wednesday: I have no idea what you're referring too

Bianca: You're kidding? You just-

Wednesday: You must be seeing and hearing things Bianca, how troubling

Enid: Yeah totally seeing things!

*Enid kisses Wednesday on the cheek and leaves*

Bianca: what?! But she just-

Wednesday: Honestly Bianca you should really see someone about that.

[glossykissies]

I can't stop imagining hybrid puppy reader who chews up everyone's shoes😭😭😭

this definitely happens in the early days after you get saved from the lab and you’re still trying to adjust to society as a ‘human’ woman. it’s especially funny because all of their reactions would be so different !! 😭

hughie: “no—no, i’m not like… mad i’m just like… why? you know our shoes get all sweaty and gross right? i mean one time i saw frenchie put his shoes on with no socks… that doesn’t… that doesn’t gross you out? no? okay! hey, i’m not judging.”

frenchie: “non, mon petit chiot i am not mad with you— they are just shoes, yes? i can buy new ones.”

m.m: “look. you can chew up everyone else’s shoes— but don’t you dare touch these, alright?” he asks, holding up a pair of his favourites in demonstration.

kimiko: *just shakes her head and points you toward butchers shoes instead*

butcher: “oh fuckin’ell. can anyone tell me why me big toe is sticking out these boots? no? no one feel like owning up?” he addresses the group, but stares directly at you waiting for an admission.

[writing-rat]

Ice Skating

Pairings: Wednesday x Enid

Content: Fluf

Summary: Wednesday and the Nightshades go ice skating.

WC: 666

It was nearly the end of Wednesday’s 2nd Winter semester and she was happy. She had a new life it felt like and she was happy. She had friends (consisting of Bianca, Yoko, Divina, Kent, Ajax and Eugene) and she had a girlfriend which was Enid. She was happy about it, and Weems was still alive too. Everyone but Bianca was sat down at the lunch table as they were chatting. “Yo, everyone got a pair of skates? The lake has frozen over and I was thinking we could go ice skating,” Bianca said, sitting down as she casually ate her protein bar. Wednesday raised an eyebrow. 

“You can ice skate?” Wednesday asked. Bianca raised an eyebrow, as it seemed like everyone could, given all the yeses. 

“Yes, I can. Can you?” Bianca sassed.

“Of course I can. I did it with Pugsley for multiple years,” Wednesday answered. “I can’t…” Enid admitted. 

“I shall teach you then, mon chiot,” Wednesday said. Bianca rolled her eyes, but she smiled. Enid and Wednesday deserved happiness.

“Lovebirds,” she said, before everyone decided to get their skates. Apparently, everyone owned a pair because there was a winter festival that happened there during their final 2 days in Nevermore. Enid even owned a pair, though she didn’t skate. Enid and Wednesday met up with the others after a quick 10 minutes, totally not getting distracted by making out.

“Took you long enough,” Yoko teased. 

“I have a stake in my pocket,” Wednesday threatened, although it was empty due to the fact that Enid would be upset. Yoko just smirked, the Nightshades making the trek towards the lake as Enid and Wednesday were behind the others. They kissed each other every now and then, casually chatting about plans for Christmas. Enid would be at the Addams’ after all and she was excited. She wanted to make a good impression, it being her first Christmas there as a couple. Eventually, they made it to the ice after 15 minutes, everyone sitting on the ground as they sorted their skates out.

“Babycakes… will you help me with my skates?” she asked quietly. Wednesday nodded, immediately going down onto her knees as she was helping Enid out, tying her skates up as she was making sure they were tight too. 

“There you go mon chiot,” Wednesday answered, getting up as she was doing her own. Enid sat near her, smiling as she admired her girlfriend. “You’re so beautiful,” she immediately spoke. Wednesday blushed hard at that. 

“You make me weak,” she murmured, getting up as she held her hand out gently. Enid took it before she followed Wednesday, who went onto the ice slowly. Bianca was with Divina and Yoko, Eugene with Ajax and Kent too. Wednesday and Enid meanwhile were starting to get on the ice, Wednesday holding Enid gently as she was being careful. She knew Enid could get overexcited so she would have to try to reel that in. Otherwise, her girlfriend would be falling onto the ice and she would hear the whining later in the night about the pain that would hit. 

Oh well.

She kept taking her in slowly as she was being as gentle as possible with Enid, who was slow herself and nervous. “Please don’t drop me,” Enid whimpered slightly. 

“I will not, I promise mon chiot,” Wednesday promised as she gently took her to the middle, proceeding to teach her how to move. “Think about getting a career as a hockey player with this,” Wednesday joked, knowing that Enid was a fan of the Sharks. Enid nodded, slowly starting to improve. After just 10 minutes, she was skating on her own, albeit slowly. Wednesday was impressed though, as she stayed on her lonesome, going over to Enid every now and then who was being social with her friends. Wednesday smiled to herself, looking at the view of Enid with the Nightshades.

She was happy that she was alive, and with Enid. Her life couldn’t get better…

[yasashii-leaf]

J'adore ton style sm POURQUOI SHAY A-T-ELLE LES PLUS GRANDS YEUX DE CHIOT MON COEUR

Si mignon! Cela me donne envie de le caresser comme un petit chat.

[aisakalegacy]

Printemps 1936, Hylewood, Canada (2/2)

Quoi d’autre… J’ai une seconde sœur de fiancée, Lola, qui n’est pas allée chercher bien loin puisque son promis est mon beau-frère, Ives Bernard. Pour sa défense, les partis ne sont pas infinis sur notre petite île, et ce n’est pas à Brockville qu’elle allait rencontrer quelqu’un…

Autre préoccupation peu réjouissante : je suis très inquiet pour ma plus jeune sœur, Gizelle. Elle a dix-sept ans, elle mange de moins en moins, elle est maigre comme un clou et je ne sais pas quoi faire. Elle se lève tard donc elle ne déjeune pas avant d’aller travailler. Je n’ai aucune preuve qu’elle dîne au travail. Elle trouve toute une série de prétextes pour manquer le souper, par exemple elle se couche tôt et elle dit être trop fatiguée pour descendre. Je serais prêt à parier que parfois, elle ne mange rien pendant plusieurs jours. Elle a toujours froid, elle est à deux doigts de perdre connaissance quand elle se lève. Elle a une chienne depuis peu, et je suis très heureux qu’elle sorte, mais ses promenades de quatre heures ou plus en une journée me paraissent excessives…

Il y a quelque d’autre, je suis un peu gêné d’écrire à ce sujet, mais vu que tu es une femme, tu vas surement comprendre… C’est Laurita notre bonne qui m’en a entretenu, car elle craignait que ma petite sœur soit enceinte… Elle n’a plus été indisposée depuis des mois. Je ne sais pas si c’est lié. 

Je ne sais pas comment faire, je suis très inquiet pour elle, sauf que s’inquiéter pour elle semble uniquement la conforter dans le fait de ne pas manger, alors je n’ose plus rien dire… J’ai essayé de l’encourager lorsqu’elle reprend meilleure mine, pour lui montrer que je la vois et que je suis préoccupé par son état de santé, mais j’ai l’impression que cela a l’effet inverse de ce que je recherche et qu’ensuite elle se prive encore plus… 

Je t’embrasse affectueusement. Salue tout le monde de ma part.

Ton cousin,

Lucien LeBris

P. S. : Il faut que je te donne plus de contexte sur la chienne de Gizelle. C’était en fait la chienne boxer de Marie qui n’en veut plus maintenant qu’elle n’est plus un chiot et qui la lui a donnée. Ce n’est pas la première fois qu’elle fait cela, tous les ans elle adopte un chiot dont elle finit par se lasser. Bref… Pour la petite anecdote, Marie a appelé cette chienne Cléo… Je ne sais pas comment l’autre Cléo le prendra. Personnellement, je vois ça comme une sorte d’hommage vu que Marie est très friande de ses livres (à cause d’Agathon qui a contaminé tout le monde), un peu comme certaines personnes nomment leur chat Orwell ou Tolstoï. C’est juste que généralement, l’écrivain en question n’est pas un membre de la famille en vie…

P. P. S. : J’ai complètement oublié de te l’écrire, mais en parlant de Marie, elle et Georges ont eu un fils. Roseline a donc un cousin, Franciscus.

P. P. P. S. : Maintenant que les touristes sont revenus, Marie me harcèle pour que j’installe un dispensaire d’alcool dans le port, pour accueillir et rafraichir les visiteurs lorsqu’ils arrivent. Il faudra probablement une licence… Je vais essayer de mettre ça en place cet été.

[until-the-house-shakes]

Wolfstarbucks nsfw

James had normal interests. He enjoyed quidditch- so much so that he found himself playing professionally- cooking for his two husbands, planning out little pranks for said husbands to discover at their own time (remus is still finding the rest of the three hundred lego wolf figures James hid among his office), and being used as nothing but a pet for both Remus and Sirius.

Being a quidditch player, his schedule was much more lax than Remus, the professor, and Sirius, who ran a non profit organization with his brother. He has practices in the morning, and if he had no game that night, he would be home by himself by mid day. The free time allowed him to explore his interest; he worked out to maintain his stamina, started on dinner and some treats for the team and his partners, and stripped down to nothing but a collar, leather harness, and Remus’s boxers just in time for the arrival of his masters.

“Isn’t this a lovely sight,” Sirius mumbled to himself, entering their bedroom to see his husband all dressed up and kneeling on a dog bed, waiting patiently for his owners to get home and pay him some attention.

“I was hoping you wou-“

“Who gave you permission to speak, pet?” A deeper voice interrupted the pair. James moved his attention from Sirius to Remus, whose eyes were quickly darkening. A small whimper escaped him before shaking his head, signifying no one gave him any permission to speak, and looked down with a tiny pout.

“Moony, be nice to him. He made us dinner and got all dressed up and ready when we got home. I think he deserves a treat for this.” Sirius smirked, walking closer to James, but still being mindful to keep a wide enough distance, much to James’s disappointment.

“A treat? You think this mutt deserves a treat because he’s slutting himself out to try and distract us from how much of a brat he was this morning? If I remember correctly, we both promised him quite the punishment for his behavior.” Remus frowned as he joined the pair, but he was much closer to the ‘mutt’ in question, giving him the perfect opportunity grab ahold of his hair and tug harshly. “Maybe you should remind Pads why we need to punish you, little one.” Remus growled in James’s ear, earning himself a lovely whimper from the other man.

James knew exactly what incident Remus was talking about, and he knew no matter what he did to distract the other two from his previous behavior, he would be receiving one hell of a punishment- but you couldn’t blame him from trying. It almost worked, if only Remus was as easily swayed as Sirius.

“Speak pup.” Remus demanded, tugging on James’s curls again. “I-I.. I mhmm..” James had every intention to recount their morning, but the feeling of Remus’s calloused hands over his leather-bound torso, slowly making their way to the ever growing erection in his Sirius’s boxers, made it just a tad bit difficult.

“Come on mon chiot, tell me what you did this morning. Tell me how bad of a pet you are, why you deserve to be punished.” Sirius encouraged his pet to continue, looking down at him with a hungry glare that made James preen with excitement for the night they will share.

“I.. I w-was a brat to m-moony wh- aa-aah!” The explanation was cut off by a sharp yelp- the result of James’s hair being pulled yet again. “Not my name.” Remus reminded his pet. “S-sorry.. when Sir tried to wake me up. I.. I cursed at him and.. and held on t-to him as he tried to get out of bed. Th-then I.. oh fuck! I.. mm!!” Explaining yourself was much harder when you had Moony’s rough hands stroking your cock. “I m-made breakfast b-but sl-slammed the aaaah.. f-fuck. The tea mug down and it.. mmm.. i-its sp-spilled on Sir.. h-he had t-to change.. and w-was late.” James finally got the explanation out, despite the growing need to stop talking and start barking and whimpering instead.

“What a bad pup. Moony I think you were right,” Sirius smirked, placing his silky hands lightly onto James’s shoulder, tracing all the way down from his back to his now bare ass. “We need to punish our bitch.”

[maximoffluvr]

description : pet regression with amélie !! <3 (self indulgent i need this)

puppy

you woke the sleeping amélie beside you by licking her face softly.

‘quoi…’ she mumbled, rolling over and blinking slowly before smiling at you, her english brain not quite having switched on yet. ‘salut, mon petit chiot.’

you licked at her cheek some more, nuzzling her face and making small, happy whines.

‘i missed you too, mon cœur.’ she cooed, stroking your hair before sitting up, stretching her arms and reaching down beside the bed.

‘look up for me, love.’

you did as you were told as she pinned your fluffy fake ears to your head, scratching behind them.

‘good job!’ she praised, continuing her scratching as you leant into her touch.

you barked quietly for the first time that morning, making her giggle softly.

‘mhmm, i agree.’ she said playfully, making you bark some more, licking at her hand.

‘someone’s talkative this morning, hm, chiot?’

leaning forward, she kissed your forehead before standing from the bed as you followed her, crawling behind her and whining.

‘up?’ she questioned, tilting her head but already bending down to your level, knowing the answer before you barked your approval.

smiling, she lifted you up into her arms, petting your head and sighing happily before carrying you to the kitchen.

she kicked your bed out from under the table with her foot, placing you gently on the soft, fluffy material as you curled up.

‘good… you rest there whilst i get your breakfast.

making a small noise of agreement, you watched her from your curled up position, biting on the dog toy that was kept in your bed.

a few minutes later, she walked over with some crêpes cut up into small pieces in a bowl.

‘would you like me to feed you today, puppy?’ she questioned, pulling up a chair to sit next to you.

you nodded eagerly, sitting up on your knees in front of her, resting your head on her lap as she began feeding you pieces of the food, praising you intermittently and scratching your ears.

‘my good little one,’ she spoke softly once you were finished, ‘i promise to keep you safe forever.’

[ask-lute]

Lute check out my new puppy! He’s a mini dachshund and his name is August! isn’t he so cute?? (Sorry low quality pic my phone camera is mid)

Aww, Oh mon Dieu, un chiot si gentil, quel beau garçon!* Give him head pats for me!-🗡️

(*Oh my, such a sweet puppy, what a handsome boy!)

[alain-keler]

Novembre 2009. 

Il y avait un petit village d'irréductibles roms quelque part en Slovaquie, à côté du parc national du paradis slovaque. Je m'y étais fait comme ami le chef du village Milan*, grâce à ma fixeuse Lenka, une tchèque qui travaillait à l'observatoire de Prague, rencontrée lors de manifestation de néo-nazis contre les roms. 

 Lors d'une de nos visites, une jeune fille chercha à attirer mon attention pendant que je me promenais dans le village. Elle était montée sur le toit en chaume d'une maison et me faisait de grands gestes. 

Denisa, quatorze ans est sourde et muette. Lorsque je luis fis signe de descendre, elle se précipita et posa pour moi fièrement avec trois petits chiots.  

Le petit village où toutes les maisons étaient en bois, sans eau ni électricité était à trois kilomètres du grand village, Letanovce, le vrai, dans lequel il y avait la mairie, l'église, l'eau courante, l'électricité et toutes les maisons étaient en pierre. 

L'osada de Letanovce a été détruite par les autorités, et ses habitants ont été relogés dans un village en dur, moins beau mais sans doute plus pratique pour eux, sauf qu'ils devaient payer un loyer, alors qu'auparavant tout était gratuit. 

Je suis retourné un an plus tard voir Milan dans le nouveau village, mais il était parti avec sa femme Justine en Angleterre tenter sa chance. 

* Dans la BD des nouvelles d'Alain, réalisée par Emmanuel Guibert et Frederic Lemercier, il y a un chapitre consacré à Milan. J'en profite pour vous signaler que Emmanuel va être installé ce mercredi 6 novembre à l'académie des beaux-arts !

 Pour ceux qui ont la BD, le chapitre consacré à Milan est en page 52.

[maisouvontlespoussieres]

2024 - Vivre libre

La crique est minuscule et d’un accès unique par l’océan. Prenant mon courage comme compagnon, je me suis glissé entre deux rochers après avoir effectué ma légendaire brasse coulée du chiot de plomb. Laissant ma couenne dorer sous la brise au son du ressac, il ne s’est pas écoulé dix minutes avant le débarquement. Déboulant à la nage depuis son embarcation, le groupe de quinze est arrivé cul-nu mais détendu. Entouré de multiples corps dans la plus totale diversité, je ne savais que faire du maillot quand une mamie s’est approchée pour me glisser l’oreille : - Vous pouvez tout à fait rester textile mais c’est quand même dommage de ne pas savoir profiter.

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Wenclair x Reader - What Are You? -Part 1

Wenclair x Reader- New at NeverMore and unsettled by your new stalkers? ... Or more excited. Why do these girls interest you so much? Or why are they so interested in you?

This is my first attempt at Wenclair X reader fic but I'm really excited to write it. I have so many ideas and different directions this story can take so hope y'all enjoy reading 😋

You walked the halls of Nevermore, anxiety filling your body, your mind filled with endless extremities of how badly this transfer could go and your heart beating so loudly you were sure everyone around you could hear it. You scanned the array of Fangs, Furs , Scales and Stoners that covered the Quad as you made your way to the principal's office to be welcomed as an outcast. Although you weren't sure that was the correct term for what you were.

Your eyes darted across the courtyard and you halted your steps when you heard a loud scream pierce your ears. You immediately went into defense mode only to focus your vision on a cute curly haired blonde whose scream turned into a giggle as a Gorgon boy threw her over his shoulder.

'Huh cute couple' you thought watching most of the group around them smile and laugh at the scene in front of them.

Being the huge snoop that you are, you focus your hearing on her laugh which was weirdly melodious to your ears. Only to hear...

"I suggest you remove my beloved from your clammy hands before I make certain you no longer have hands to perform such actions" the voice was harsh, very monotone yet incredibly alluring... Who is she?

"Wednesday, relax babe Ajax was just messing around" you watched as the blonde hopped down from the boys shoulder who seemed genuinely terrified by the 5ft nothing girl in front of him and held his hands up in surrender. She glided up to the girl and intertwined their hands together...

'Oh' you think to yourself "Now that's a cute couple" changing your tune. You hadn't realised how long you'd been staring, watching the group interact was fascinating but it wasn't long before you watched the beautiful blonde's nose twitch as she jerked her head in your direction and tilted her head quizzically at you.

The girl you now knew as Wednesday followed her girlfriend's eyeline stepping closer to her and turning her head to also make direct eye contact with you.

Your breath caught in your throat momentarily and you watch as the blonde flashes her fangs, presumably opening her mouth to speak but you don't wait up to hear what she has to say. Instead you whip your head towards the ground and scurry away not in the mood for confrontation on your first day

"Who was that?" Enid scrunched her brow in confusion, watching the back of you as you disappeared into the distance.

"I don't know but she seemed rather intrigued by us" Wednesday observed, also not taking her eyes off the girl who had scurried away.

"I know everyone at Nevermore why don't I know who that is?" Enid suddenly seemed a little panicked at her own uninformed self. Her eyes starring towards Wednesday who let a small, almost invisible to the naked eye, smile cross her lips. She couldn't believe she had fallen for a werewolf whose biggest issue was whether or not she kept up to date with all Nevermore gossip for her extremely girly blog.

"Highly suspicious." She recognised "Shall I get my investigation board out?" Wednesday suggested in an attempt to calm her hyperactive Lover down.

"Not yet" the werewolf smiled, pecking Wednesdays cheek and smiling. She did enjoy watching her girlfriend turn into Sherlock Holmes but she didn't seem it necessary just yet.

"Mon Chiot you must refrain from such ludicrous displays of public affection" she scolded Enid weakly, unable to admit the affect the wolf had on her.

"Chill out Wens noone is watching and besides I like that I'm the only one that can turn those beautifully pale cheeks even the slightest bit pink" she bragged playfully, knowing full well she could irritate the Seer without consequence.

Wednesday sighed "You're impossible" she threw her head to the sky and feined annoyance.

"And you're beautiful" she grabbed Wensdays hand to lead her back to the dynamic pack of friends but they were abruptly stopped by the assistant principal who stood in front of them.

"Miss Sinclair a word?" but as Enid moved to follow their teacher she felt a light tug from the hand that was grasping hers.

"What do you require of her?" Wednesday asked in a not so polite tone and the teacher just rolled her eyes very used to the Wednesday Addams and her protective nature. You couldn't blame her. The amount of times Enid had been in trouble and Wednesday knew for a fact she was responsible, was too many to count. It was alarming. So if she had to take the fall for something... she was ready to dive into the waiting arms of detention to protect her girlfriend's spotless record. At least it was spotless before Wednesday decided to hypothetically drag mud across the clean sheet.

"We have a new student at Nevermore" she rolls her eyes "It is a very abrupt transfer so the welcoming committee... i.e you...have not been informed" she explained and watched as the 2 girls gave each other a knowing look. The eavesdropper. "You're wanted in the principal's office to meet her" she smiled.

"Cool!" Enid beamed widely. She loved new students. New students meant more gossip and more gossip meant more things happening! Enid loved things happening!

"What is she?" Wednesday interjected concerned for her girlfriend's welfare around a new and undetermined creature.

"I am not at liberty to divulge that information Miss Addams" she spoke cryptically "Now chop chop she'll be waiting for you" she turned to Enid then flicked her eyes towards Wednesday "Bring Wednesday if you must but please refrain from terrifying her on her first day" the teacher directed her last sentence at the more sinister of the two then left without another word.

"Well this is gonna be so much fun!" Enid practically yelled before waving to her friends and leaving, Wednesday following close behind like a magnet being drawn to metal.

"Or harrowing" she mumbled as she caught up to Enid.

...

When you reach the two very large and intimidating doors, you knock with confidence and are greeted a few seconds later by a tall, tantalising women.

"Ahh you must me Y/N welcome to Nevermore" she declared before ushering you inside.

"I trust you found your way around ok I apologise for not greeting you at the gates I have only just been informed of your arrival a few minutes ago" she explained but it wasn't necessary. You knew why you were here and you didn't expect much of a welcome anyway.

"Yeah it's cool" you spoke rather casually and unbothered taking a seat as the other women did. She blinked at your casual tone but disregarded it to get down to business.

10 minutes went by which consisted of the Rules of Nevermore, the appearance of your schedule which you didn't expect to have so soon and an explanation of the requirements to attend the school. You listened as well as you could but eventually your thoughts drifted to two girls you had "Met" earlier and your mind swirled with images of them.

As if you had conjured it yourself a knock was heard and when you craned your neck to see who it was ... There they stood.

"Enid" the principal smiled warmly " and ... Wednesday" you watched as she forced a smile but seemed utterly dismayed by the other girl. So that's her name ... Enid your mind whispered to you.

You weren't at all surprised. The blonde whose smile was infectious was dressed in her uniform but it was bedazzled with countless accessories of blinding colour, her bubbly personality practically spilling out into the room. Whereas the darker haired girl looked far more distraught and tortured sporting an all black uniform and a deadpan expression.

"Howdy Newbie!" Enid skipped towards you a wide smile as you stumbled off your seat turning around to reciprocate her greeting.

"Umm Hey" you say quietly and immediately stepped back slightly as the girl threw her arms up to attack you, you presume with a hug. You were never one for physical contact around strangers especially with the "gift" you have being unpredictable so although you rejected her hug you hoped you hadn't offended her.

Enid tilted her head to the side with a slight frown. Which of course made you feel bad but it was safer this way. You let out a sigh of relief when she looked back at Wednesday who smirked at her then back at you while letting out a light chuckle.

"Not a hugger?" She questioned lowering her hands, but she seemed oddly happy about this rather than dismayed.

"Haha not really" you shrugged, with one hand grasping at your forearm for comfort.

"Got it!" Enid spoke, respecting your boundaries which you were incredibly grateful for. "You and Wednesday will get along great" she laughed a little again and winked, causing you to blink at how affected you were by this. She then reached her hand out to Wednesday who hadn't stopped examining you with her piercing stare since the moment you began speaking to Enid. You felt you should be more unsettled by her eyes on you but you can understand her curiosity as you yourself were very interested in knowing more about the two girls.

Wednesday took Enid's hand easily and stepped in to join the conversation

"Hello" she said rather formally and you couldn't help the smile that pulled at your lips. These two were literally polar opposites. One sunshine, one Raincloud. One dark, one light. One a happy social hugger, one a dreary unsociable avoider. How in heaven's name are they a couple? Opposites really do attract it seems and it's proven very true in this case, as you can see.

"Hi" you nod at her and she matches the action with a slight tilt of her head towards you. You then watch as she looks at Enid who does the same. It's as if they are communicating through telepathy and all you can see is the slight change in facial expressions at whatever they were both thinking. Not a lot to go on but you choose not to pry, it didn't seem to be malicious or anything so you could let it go.

Thankfully the principal interrupted "Right well I think I've covered most of what Y/N needs to know so Miss Sinclair if you could just show her around and give her the ol' Nevermore welcome that would be much appreciated." She spoke looking up from her notes and back down to make sure she had covered everything.

"Roger that!" Enid saluted the teacher dramatically before skipping away and opening the large doors to the office.

You on the other hand watched as Wednesday examined you further, her eyes trailing up and down your body while you were standing only a meter apart. You felt rather trapped between her and the chair you were once sat on, unable to follow the bubbly blonde who had left the 2 of you.

You again we're thankful when Enid interjected "Wens stop it!" She looked back scolding her girlfriend "You'll make her feel uncomfortable" she trudged back to the both of you shaking her head.

"Sorry about Wednesday she's just ..." Enid struggled to find the right word "Curious about new unidentified people" she explained.

"Cucciola, What have I told you about apologising for me? It's not necessary" Wednesday speaks bluntly but with a hint of affection towards the werewolf girl. You notice the pet name and smile 'Shes Italian... or at least she speaks it' you find this incredibly attractive and nervously look away.

"Well someone has to" she rolled her eyes and you admire her features as she does this. Unfortunately for you Wednesday notices.

"Va bene capisco" you raise your hand hoping that you can distract the sinister looking girl from the fact that you just checked out her girlfriend.

You watch as Enid's eyes light up at your voice. And Wednesday narrows her eyes at you. "You speak Italian?" She questions and you're not sure whether she's impressed or annoyed at this point, Wednesday is very difficult to read.

"Sì mia madre mi ha insegnato quando ero bambino" you say proudly, always being extremely pleased with your learned skills.

"degno di nota" you hear Wednesday mutter as she looks away from you which for some reason causes you to feel all giddy at the sly compliment.

"Come New Outcast" Wednesday flicks her head towards the door and grabs Enid's hand before walking out of the room "I apologise for staring" she says while still facing away from you.

Enid smiles proudly at Wednesday and then gives you a reassuring look as you hastily follow behind the two.

This is gonna be an interesting day you think to yourself.

[empiredesimparte]

Hortense: Tiens? What are you doing here?

Hortense: Did you get lost?

Oliver: It's my present, love

Hortense: Really? Oh thank you Oliver!

Oliver: I will miss you. I thought you might like a little companion

Hortense: That's lovely, you are so thoughtful. I'll take care of him Oliver: What's his name? Hortense: Hmmm

Hortense: "Mignon" Oliver: Perfect

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Palais des Tuileries, 3 Floréal An 230

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The Duke of Rothsay returns to his kingdom after completing his military training in Francesim. For his departure, he gives Hortense a little puppy, which she names Mignon.

Collaboration with @officalroyalsofpierreland

⚜ Traduction française

Le duc de Rothsay regagne son royaume, après la fin de sa formation militaire en Francesim. Pour son départ, il offre à Hortense un petit chiot, qu'elle nomme Mignon.

*aboiements*

Hortense : Tiens? Que fais-tu là toi?

Hortense : Tu t'es perdu ?

Oliver : C'est mon cadeau, mon amour Hortense : Vraiment ? Oh merci Oliver !

Oliver : Tu vas me manquer. J'ai pensé qu'un petit compagnon te plairait

Hortense : C'est adorable, tu es si attentionné. Je prendrai soin de lui Oliver : Comment s'appelle-t-il ? Hortense : Hmmm

Hortense : "Mignon" Oliver : Parfait