#ww 13.9.23

[leedee013]

BABY JEAN - @jtl-fics

Jean had agreed to read one bedtime story to his little sisters. Of course, this meant that Amélie had claimed one of his arms as a pillow while Camille took possession of the other. The result? Two sisters who had successfully fallen asleep on top of him. From the numbness he felt crawling up his arms, he knew his arms weren't too far behind his sisters.

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[leedee013]

NEEDLE AU LETS GOOOOOOO IM THINKING ABOUT IT EVERY DAY EVERY HOUR IT IS WHAT GETS ME THROUGH MY DAYS

Jean had never planned to become a tattoo artist. Sure, he'd known it was a potential career when he'd gone to art school, but he'd always been more interested in pottery and sculpture—art mediums that fascinated him through their simultaneous and contradictory strength and fragility. In the end, however, he turned to needles and ink, choosing to work with the most fragile yet resilient material of all: skin.

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[leedee013]

Needle au, needle au, needle au 👀

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Jean had taken classes on tattooing while finishing school and had found a job almost immediately after graduating. It wasn't the most lucrative job, but it could cover his rent and it was a job he enjoyed.

It helped that the longer he worked as a tattoo artist, the more tattoos and piercings he acquired. He became obsessed with the way ink could conceal the damage of years past and blend his body with art he could admire.

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[leedee013]

Can we have some Baby Jean, pretty please, with a cherry on top ? 🫶🏻

(OF COURSE!)

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Jean had no idea how long he was stuck between his sisters. He only knew that it was longer than he would have preferred, but he wasn't willing to risk waking either of his unconscious siblings.

It wasn't until his grandma reached into the room to turn the lights off that Jean was saved. "Jean," she whispered, "are you going to sleep in here?"

Jean shook his head and lifted the book as much as possible without disturbing Amélie or Camille.

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[leedee013]

PLEASE do a bit of your Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic !!!!!

Jean was still sore from the previous day. Jeremy must have also been tired, because he didn't even suggest going further into the water than the shoreline, where the waves pulsed up and down the beach and left behind fluffy sea foam that floated away in the wind. For a while they walked along the line where the land met the sea, their feet sinking into the dampened sand and leaving behind a short trail of prints that were washed away with every coming wave.

They didn't talk as they walked, with Jean being content to focus primarily on the warmth of sunlight hitting his skin. Still, as time went on and the silence continued, his thoughts drifted to the previous day, which still felt more like a dream than anything. His attention snagged on one detail in particular, however.

"So you were a lifeguard?"

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[leedee013]

for wip wednesday, Etienne!! i wanna see jean with a doooog <33

Thankfully, Jeremy had gone through this exact process with his brother a few years earlier and was there to help once again.

"They said there are a few dogs they'd like you to meet," Jeremy said once they finished handing over Jean's paperwork and the adoption fee. "Shall we?"

Jean nodded, mostly to himself, and took a deep breath. "Yeah. Let's go," he said, a soft smile on his lips.

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