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purrincess-chat · 3 years

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH22

And we’re back! Chapters will resume posting on Fridays both here on tumblr and on AO3 (linked below). I hope you’re ready for the second half of this story. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve that are different from last time, so I hope you all enjoy it!

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Chapter 22: Mean

Marinette chewed her lip, picking at the hem of her shirt. She’d been too nervous to sleep, and the coffee she drank on the way to the hotel made her jittery. Clara and her manager flipped through her designs, the silence eating away at Marinette’s composure. Did Clara like them? Hate them? Had Marinette let her down? Why wasn’t she saying anything?

Clara glanced up at Marinette, a smile curling on her lips. She stood up with an amused giggle and took Marinette’s hands. “Oh, Marinette, you can chill. These designs really fit the bill. Choosing you was in good taste. Eloise, send these to my tailor, posthaste.” Clara winked, and Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. “Truly, great work, Marinette. I love them.”

“I’m glad. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” Marinette bowed.

“Although your formality is rather cutesy, there’s no need since you and I are friends, you see.” She spun Marinette around and pulled her in for a hug. “I felt a connection with you right away. If you ever need anything, you just have to say.”

Marinette’s chest swelled as Clara pulled away and brushed her nose with a finger.

“Eloise, write a check for her beautiful mind.” Clara ordered, pacing over to the piano. “I’ve got an idea for a new song that will be simply divine!”

Clara’s manager tore a check from her book and handed it to Marinette as Clara began to pluck at the piano. Marinette did a double-take to make sure the decimal was in the right place, but before she could protest, Clara’s security guard ushered her out.

“Goodbye, my dearest friend. I’ll miss you until we meet again!” Clara blew a kiss.

As the door closed behind her, Marinette glanced down at the check, heart pounding. Clara liked her designs! She considered Marinette a friend! Oh, she’d love to see the look on Lila’s face the day Clara walked the red carpet in Marinette’s dress.

“I’m so proud of you, Marinette!” Tikki said as Marinette tapped the button for the elevator. “You worked really hard, and it paid off.”

“I’m just happy that Clara liked my designs. It’s not about the money for me. I want to design clothes that make people feel good,” she said, stepping onto the elevator. “I can’t wait to tell everyone over tea this afternoon!”

“Will there be cookies at the tea party?” Tikki asked.

Marinette shot her a knowing smile and brushed her kwami’s nose with one finger. “Control that sweet tooth of yours.”

“I want to celebrate your accomplishments!” Tikki shot back indignantly. “If there happens to be cookies there, then so be it.”

“Tell you what,” Marinette said as the elevator dinged on the first floor. “I told everyone to come over at 2. Why don’t you and I celebrate now? Let’s go get some ice cream.”

Tikki perked up, ducking down into her purse. Marinette shut the clasp as she paced out the front doors of the hotel. Pulling out her phone to see where Andre was stationed today, she failed to look up as she rounded the corner and collided with another person.

“Sorry!” she gasped as they both stumbled backward, but upon seeing the face of her victim, her face hardened.

“Finally apologizing for trying to upstage me? It’s about time,” Lila said.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you. Nothing else.” Marinette rolled her eyes and stepped around her.

“So, you’re not sorry for abandoning all of your friends then? For turning your back on Alya?” Lila asked.

Marinette’s hands balled into fists, but she didn’t stop. “Alya made her choice.”

“And she chose me over you.” Lila smirked. “She even got us matching bff necklaces. She’s so sweet.”

“Congratulations. I’m sure your genuine friendship built on honesty and trust will last a lifetime.” Marinette retorted.

“I’m just glad she finally deleted her blog dedicated to that insect. She has so much more time on her hands to do all of my work,” Lila said. “You know, I’m class representative now since you deserted your post.”

Marinette bit her lip hard. Lila was taunting her, and she knew it. How could anyone be this vindictive? Marinette had always known Lila was evil, but she really had a way of one-upping herself. Marinette made a promise with Adrien to stay out of it, but no matter how far she ran, Lila was always right behind her.

Marinette spun around with a sharp retort on her tongue, but a silver limo pulling up to the curb cut her off. She half expected blond hair to pop out, but to her surprise, it was Martin who appeared.

“Hey, Marinette. I saw you walking, so I had my driver pull over.” He flicked his gaze between them. “Do you and your friend need a ride?”

“Ha! She and I will never be friends. I have much better taste,” Lila said.

Martin eyed Marinette, eyebrows knitting together when she shifted her weight.

“Then if you don’t mind, please leave her alone. She’s my friend,” he requested.

“You don’t want to be friends with a loser like her. I’m the great-granddaughter of world-famous piano player, Victor Laurent,” she said, fluffing her hair. Her sinister smile said that she’d taken all of Marinette’s friends once, and she’d do it again.

“Victor Laurent didn’t have any children. He died alone at the age of 72 from pneumonia…” Martin tilted his head to one side. “And anyway, Marinette’s great-uncle is a world-famous chef with his own brand of cookware—my mom loves his knives. Not to mention she knows Jagged Stone and is good friends with Adrien Agreste. She has a lot of connections.”

Marinette stifled a laugh as Lila gasped in offense. Martin blinked in confusion as Lila stalked off with a huff, glaring over her shoulder at them.

“Who was that girl?” he asked.

“One of the worst human beings you’ll ever meet,” Marinette replied. When Martin seemed confused, she added, “It’s a long story. I was actually on my way to get some ice cream. Wanna come?”

“Sure.”

Andre was in Marinette’s favorite spot in the Trocadero—a fitting compensation for the unpleasant encounter they’d just had. They found a bench, ice cream cones in hand, and Marinette flopped onto it with a sigh. Lila was insufferable, but Marinette wasn’t going to let it spoil her day. Clara liked her designs. Nothing else mattered.

“So, that’s the girl who turned all of your friends against you?” Martin asked, and Marinette nodded. “Wow. No wonder you changed schools. I would have changed cities.”

“I thought about it.” Marinette took a spoonful of ice cream. “She’s super manipulative, and if you side against her, she does everything in her power to ruin your life.”

“She sounds like Gabrielle just without the muscle, but at least we don’t have to put up with her now that her family’s bankrupt,” Martin said.

“Yeah…” Marinette lowered her gaze. “I bet you were really happy when you found out about Gabrielle.”

Martin shrugged. “I’m glad she doesn’t pick on everyone anymore, but I can’t imagine losing everything. I feel kinda bad for her… Is that weird?”

“I don’t think so,” Marinette said. “Actually, I feel the same way. No one deserves to go through that.” She pursed her lips, jabbing her ice cream with the spoon. “I’m surprised you of all people don’t hate her. She was the worst to you.”

“I try not to hate anyone,” Martin said around a bite. “I think everyone has good inside them deep down, and with the right influence, anyone can change if they want to.”

“So, you think Gabrielle could be a good person?” she asked.

“Well, sure. Why not?” Martin quirked a brow.

Marinette eyed him, a small smile curling on her lips. She sat up and turned to face him.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Uh, sure. What’s up?” he asked.

“It’s a long story, but Gabrielle and I are kind of friends now. I think…” Marinette admitted. “I haven’t told anyone because of everything, but I think you’re right. Anyone can be nice if they want to be, even Gabrielle.” When Martin seemed stunned, she curled her shoulders and added, “Do you hate me?”

Martin’s face softened, and he shook his head. “Of course not! I could never hate you.” He assured her. “I think it’s good. If anyone can help Gabrielle find the light inside of her, it’s you, Marinette.”

She leaned back on the bench with a smile, the spring sun warming her cheeks. Winter was over, leaving the cold and dreary behind. Nature was turning over new leaves. A fresh start, just like Marinette wanted. She took a deep breath, picturing all of the good things in her life. Adrien, Macy, Eliott, Martin, Gabrielle. Chloe, weirdly. Her parents, Tikki, Master Fu, Chat Noir, Clara. New opportunities. New beginnings.

She exhaled, letting all of the negative flow out with her breath. Lila had no power over her anymore, and after two months of running, Marinette was finally free.

♪♫♪ Cruel Summer ♪♫♪

Marinette hummed jovially, the heat from the tea kettle on the stove warming her arms. Her friends would be over soon to celebrate her presentation. After her run-in with Lila earlier, Martin dropped her off at home, where her dad made special macarons for their celebration. Talking to Martin eased her nerves, and Lila’s empty threats were far from her mind. Today she was celebrating.

It was the first time her new friends were coming to hang out at her house. After seeing all of their extravagant homes, Marinette might have felt self-conscious about her family’s tiny apartment, but her friends never gave her reason to worry. If only Adrien were joining them, but he was busy with a photoshoot. He promised to make it up to her, which had her head swimming with possibilities. Oh, she hoped whatever he had in mind involved kissing. Three almosts was driving her wild. Would she ever get to kiss those perfect lips?

And what were they now? Were they dating? Marinette didn’t know for sure, but they had to be pretty close, right? Adrien was so bold with her lately, complimenting her, touching her face, her hair, her hands… One of these days she’d snatch those lips down to hers if he didn’t kiss her soon. Kissing Adrien—the thought alone made her melt.

She wanted to hear his voice, but did she dare call him? He probably wouldn’t answer since he never brought his phone to photoshoots—always so professional. Then again, she could listen to his really cute voicemail… And she still hadn’t told him how her presentation went. Maybe she’d leave him a message. Girlfriends were allowed to do that, right? Oh god, Adrien’s girlfriend! She’d have to get used to calling herself that. Okay, no more stalling. New beginnings. Marinette wasn’t going to second-guess herself anymore. She was going to charge forward with confidence!

Pressing the call button, she chewed her lip with a giggle. This was really happening! One cute voicemail, then the next time they saw each other, she was going to kiss Adrien on the lips. Then they’d become boyfriend and girlfriend, date throughout the rest of collége and lycée, go off to university and get married, have 3 kids, and a hamster named-

Wait!

What was she going to say in the voicemail? She didn’t know how to be cute and flirty! Every time she tried, she ended up rambling about her toothbrush or falling down stairs. She needed to write a script. Abort! Abort!

“Missing me already?”

Marinette’s heart skipped at Adrien’s flirtatious lilt.

“Adrien! You answered,” she gasped.

“You called me, and you’re surprised I picked up?” he chuckled.

“Well, I thought you had a photoshoot, I was just going to leave a message,” Marinette said.

“I just got done with makeup, so I have a few minutes. I was actually thinking of calling you,” he said. “I’m sorry I can’t be there.”

“No worries. I understand.” She assured him.

“I take it your presentation went well?”

“Yeah! That’s what I was calling to tell you. Clara loved my designs! I’ve never been so happy.” Marinette paced the length of her living room, biting back a smile. “I ran into Lila as I was leaving, but not even she could ruin my mood.”

“Whoa, wait! You ran into Lila?” Adrien asked.

“Ugh, yeah, but it was fine. Martin swooped in before she got me too riled up. She even tried to lie him out of backing me up, but he totally called her out. I’ve never seen her pout so hard.” When Adrien remained quiet on the other end, she added, “I’m fine, really. I’m not going to let her bother me anymore. This thing with Clara could open up a lot of opportunities for me.”

“I guess you’re right. Lila only wishes she were half as talented as you. You’re amazing, Marinette,” Adrien said, bringing a familiar warmth to her cheeks. “They’re ready for me on set, so I have to go.”

Marinette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sorry for interrupting. I just wanted to tell you the good news, and…talk for a minute.”

“You can interrupt me anytime. I’m always happy to hear your voice,” he said. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Marinette bit back a smile.

“Oh, and congratulations! You deserve it, Marinette.”

Marinette hung up with a dreamy sigh, hugging her phone to her chest. She was going to replay that conversation in her head for the rest of the evening. Before she could get lost in her lovestruck daydreams, the doorbell rang.

“Congratulations!” Macy hugged Marinette’s neck the moment she opened the door. “Oh, I knew she was going to love them!”

“Uh, I think you’re choking her.” Martin pointed out, and Macy let go.

“Sorry! But you did it! A major celebrity is going to wear your designs to an official awards show. That’s huge!” Macy squealed. “Oh! Is this your living room? It’s so cozy!”

As Macy pushed past Marinette into the apartment, Martin presented her with a bouquet of flowers.

“We picked these up for you on the way.”

“Thanks! That’s so sweet.” Marinette gestured him in, moving to find a vase in the kitchen. “Where’s Eliott?”

“He’ll be here soon. He was auditioning for another play today, so he’s running late,” Macy explained. “Your house is so cute! Did you make these pillows?”

“Uh, yeah. They were one of the first things I learned how to sew,” Marinette said, filling a vase in the sink. “My dad made macarons, and I’m making tea if you want any.”

Martin helped himself, taking a seat at the table, but Macy moved over to the bookcase to look at their family photos. Marinette set the vase in the middle of the table and grabbed the cups from the cupboard.

“Are you feeling better now?” Martin asked while she set the table. “I mean, after running into that girl earlier?”

“Yeah,” Marinette said, surprised by how much she meant it. “I’m not worried about her anymore. I’m fine.”

Martin relaxed. “Good. You seem happier now than when you first came to school,” he said. “I could tell how sad you were, even when you were smiling.”

Marinette grabbed the kettle from the stove and pursed her lips.

“I guess I’m not as good at hiding as I thought.” She laughed bitterly. “It’s been hard, but I’m really lucky to have people that support me. I have you all to thank for that.”

“That’s what friends are for, right?” Martin smiled, an expression Marinette returned.

“Right.”

“Marinette? Is this you?” Macy held up a baby picture. “You were so cute!”

Marinette’s cheeks burned, but before she could snatch the photo away from her, the front door flew open. Eliott burst in, hair disheveled and eyes wide with panic.

“Eliott? What’s-” Macy started.

“I need help!”

#mdcspr #my writing

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kissjane · 3 years

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As promised.

Smells like teen spirit, almost 10k of Elu childhood friends to strangers to lovers.

Moving sucks.

It’s not even as if Lucas has many possessions, since for the biggest part of his life he has lived in tiny Parisian flats shared with a bunch of roommates to be able to afford the skyrocketing rent.

But he’s also not the most organized guy, and that means he’s gotten up at the crack of dawn to finish packing before the boys arrive with the rented van to transport everything to Lucas’ new digs – even tinier than the current one, but blissfully without roommates.

He’s going to have to survive on ramen and walk instead of taking the metro to the lab he works at, but it should be doable. After years of living with Mika and Lisa and then rooming up with some classmates from college these past years, he cannot imagine a greater joy than not being woken up by people having loud and long sex behind thin walls, finding the bathroom free – and even more important, moderately clean – when he needs it and getting to actually drink the coffee he brewed instead of having a roomie steal it with a “Thanks for the coffee, Lu, I needed that”.

As of tonight, he will be able to walk around his flat in his underwear without somebody either wolf-whistling or making gagging sounds, and without fear of walking into some strange girl in the kitchen.

That is, if he can actually get all his odds and ends packed.

He’s kneeling in front of the closet, stuffing a cardboard box with some notebooks that had been living on the bottom of it, behind his shoes. He should probably just throw them out, but he has no time to check what they are first, so in the box they go. A few books he is sure he never even read – maybe from French Lit during high school? – get the same treatment, and then the closet is blissfully empty, save for a few crumpled-up notes. He gathers them up with a sweep of his arm, ready to toss them in the trash bag he has brought in yesterday, when suddenly he hears the voice of Daphné berating him for not recycling properly. With a sigh and a glance at the clock – he really doesn’t have the time – he starts to straighten out the notes to put them in the waste paper box by the front door.

There’s a grocery list from who knows when, a draft for an essay he hopes turned out better than the drivel on the page he’s currently holding, a note from Arthur telling him there’s a party at Alexia’s next Friday. A phone bill. A dusty post-it note with deadlines for assignments. A beer coaster on which somebody scribbled an address. A crunchy Kleenex – Lucas doesn’t straighten that one, but gingerly picks it up between the tip of his thumb and his pointer finger, trying not to gag as he wonders what exactly is caught between the folds as he discards it in the trash can. And a slip of course book paper, clearly torn out in haste, with a childish drawing of a raccoon and a hedgehog and a phone number.

Eliott.

Eliott had written down his phone number in Perpignan, early in the morning of the day he and his parents moved out, the truck having left with most of their possessions the day before, and their small car loaded to the brim with what was left.

Lucas had been thirteen, and Eliott his best friend – gregarious and spontaneous compared to overthinker Lucas, they’d been inseparable ever since the Demaury family had moved into the street where the Lallemants lived. They’d met in the small, sad, decrepit playground tucked between the building, where all the neighbourhood kids convened. There was not enough space in most flats for energetic kids to run around, and the playground was the best there was. The boys had taken to each other like a house on fire, something to do with a hedgehog their parents never really understood. Since Eliott was two years older than Lucas, his parents had allowed them to go play outside together whenever they could, and that was it. They’d come home most days dirty and ravenous and full of stories and giggles, and plans for the next day, the next week, summer holidays.

They’d been in the same primary school until Eliott had had to move up to middle school, and their parents had thought that might put a slight damper on the friendship, but it hadn’t. The weekends were still mostly spent together, even if it meant that Lucas had to content himself with sitting on the floor of Eliott’s bedroom amusing himself with some comics until the latter was ready with his school tasks. And the summers were still one long glorious period in which the boys would leave at sunrise and get back when the street lanterns came on, bursting then into the Demaury flat, then into that of the Lallemant, whenever they got thirsty or hungry or needed something for their strange adventures. They begged and begged until Lucas was allowed to go on summer vacation with the Demaurys to Marseille, and in return, Lucas’ parents took both kids on day trips to the zoo and the science museum and the beach and the fireworks on the fourteenth of July.

And when Lucas moved to middle school too, they’d meet up during lunch and recess and though both had some friends in their own classes, nobody ever really came in between Lucas and Eliott.

And then Mr. Demaury got a new job, in Perpignan, and just like eight years earlier, when they came to Paris, they packed up their belongings and left.

#I write things #Elu #skam france fanfic

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ao3feed-elu · 3 years

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Smells like teen spirit

by xJane

Eliott.

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Or, the one in which Lucas finds the number of his long lost childhood friend.

Words: 9849, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: SKAM (France)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eliott Demaury, Lucas Lallemant, The grew makes an appearance too

Relationships: Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant

Additional Tags: Childhood Friends AU, Aged-Up Character(s), Reunion

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/31132832

#ao3feed #skam france #skam france fanfic #elu #lucas lallemant #eliott demuary

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objection-argumentative · 3 years

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Soulmates Part 10

Masterlist!

Kelsey was so pleased it was Friday she was swamped with paperwork. Her desk phone rang, pulling her away from her laptop screen. "Special Victims Unit, Detective Hardy", Kelsey greeted ", on it, text me the address, Mulhern" Kelsey saved her progress on her laptop. She looked around the building for her partner, but he was nowhere to be found. Kelsey called Elliot and ask him to meet her at Mercy Hospital.

They took the victims statement and collected the rape kit from the hospital. "Elliot, please let me find sonny before you tell the captain he is AWOL. His whole world came crashing down on him yesterday. His sister is married to a monster, and Sonny must feel responsible. He puts monsters in jail for a living, and he didn't see the beast under his nose." Eliott looked at the girl and nodded, "yeah, the poor bastard has got a lot going on right now. He doesn't need desk duty or a write-up." Kelsey smiled. "But if I'm covering for Carisi, your driving back to the station." Kelsey groaned, knowing it was the morning rush time traffic.

Carisi was sat in a bar in Harlem where nobody would recognize him, his empty beer bottle on the table. He had every intention to go to work this morning, but he felt as if the squad would judge him. It was his fault that he didn't see Tommy for what he was. He couldn't handle the looks. He was already in the firing line from his family; he didn't need it at work as well.

" Was the answer at the bottom of the bottle, or are you going to have another one," Sonny grunted to acknowledge the girl.

"What do you want, Hardy. Doesn't Barba need you for something." kelsey rolled her eyes and sat down as a bartender came over to take the order.

"Can I get two scrambled eggs on toast, one latte and one black coffee, please?" The Bartender wrote the order down, nodded and went to the kitchen to put the order in.

"What do you want, Hardy? I don't need the lecture." kelsey looked at the detective. He looked a mess.

"your family didn't take it well then?"

"What do you think?" Kelsey nodded

"Well, what I think is that you put yourself under too much pressure, Carisi. How many perps have lead double lives? Have children, wives and perfect lives. You see it day in and day out. They manipulate their way in and have everyone to their disposal. You or your family isn't to blame here; Tommy is, and now he sits in a jail cell where he belongs, and even when the monster gets out, he will be on the register for the rest of his life. There is nowhere he can hide from this." The Bartender returned with their coffee's and breakfast and left the two detectives alone.

"Ah, detective Hardy and Carisi, your back from your breakfast date. How did it go? Is Carisi giving Barba a run for his money? Or are you straight up just trying to screw them both?" Amanda seethed at Kelsey. Carisi jumped in before anyone could get a word in. "Well, Amanda, even if we were on a date which we weren't, but if we were, it would have nothing to do with you. You made it very clear to me where I stood when I asked you out. You said yes but invited your ex round to your apartment. you told me you were engaged the next day after I asked you out, Amanda, let me go, please." Amanda stormed out of the building away from Kelsey.

"what about my family, What about Bella, for christ sakes" Sonny huffed out.

"Well, you make sure that Tommy didn't touch your teenage niece, and when that is out of the way, your family will heal. It will take time. Sonny, they are hurt, confused and pissed. Your family don't know where to direct their anger, and you are just the easiest target for this. It will pass." He sighed

"What about Bella?"

"Well, Bella is a little different. She has just found out her newlywedded husband is a child molester and her brother helped get him arrested and convicted. Sonny get her to talk to someone, even if it's you or another family member or, better yet, a therapist. Sonny, Bella needs to know she has her support system behind her while she goes through this. for the first time in the meeting, Sonny smiled.

"Thank you, Doll. I feel a lot better now. She has already contacted a lawyer to start the proceedings for an annulment of her marriage." Kelsey nodded blankly at the detective.

"Sonny, we better go. Cragen won't be happy. I have already asked Stabler to cover for you. I don't want you getting into more trouble. Two detectives in the same week getting a write up when partnered with me, that's not looking good for my stats." Sonny laughed and paid the bill. Just as they left the bar, Sonny called shotgun, meaning Kelsey had to drive to the station.

Kelsey hailed a cab from the street. She gave an address to the cab driver and headed towards her location. When she arrived at her destination, and paid the $11 cab fare. Kelsey walked up to an apartment complex just as kelsey was going to push the buzzer. Someone came out of the building, letting the detective in. Kelsey knocked on door 34. Bella Carisi opened the door to the detective. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying. She was still in her PJs, and her was in a messy bun.

*5 pm*

Kelsey turned her laptop off at her desk and put her files in her bag. She doesn't usually wear her glasses, but she could feel a tension headache building. Kelsey sighed and fixed the thick opal shaped glasses on her face. She slung her jacket on and headed out the door.

Kelsey walked out to the building and on to the street. She leaned against a wall, closed her eyes and let out a long breath. She ordered an Uber back to hogan place. All she wanted was her soulmate. Kelsey got into her uber she rested her head against the cold window. Her head was exploding in pain. She has never had a headache like that before. When she arrived at Hogan Place, she made her way through the building to Rafael's office. When she reached the office, Carmen was packing up for the weekend. "Hey Kelsey, He is in but beware, he has a mega migraine." Kelsey nodded "thanks, Carmen." kelsey walked up to the door and knocked softly "nice glasses, detective, have a good weekend." kelsey smiled and entered the office. "Hey baby, We haven't seen or spoke since 4 am. I missed you." kelsey walked straight up to the lawyer and cuddle into his chest. Suddenly her headache was gone. Kelsey looked up to Rafael "how's your headache, Rafe?" Rafael looked shocked "suddenly gone." whatever was happening, the couple needed to see a specialist fast.

"Hey, I know a member of NYPD at your apartment is that last thing you want, but we need to talk." Bella sighed and closed her eyes.

"Come in, detective, make yourself at home." Kelsey walked into the Bellas apartment and sat down on a chair.

"How are you holding up?"

"What do you want, detective? you trying to cover my brothers mistake?"

"Your brothers mistake? Bella Sonny isn't at fault here. I know your hurt, angry, confused and disgusted, but this is no one fault except Tommy's. Bella, Tommy decided to betray and hurt a disabled girl, he decided to commit rape, he decided to rip your whole family. Not sonny, Not you and not your family's. The only person who is at fault is Tommy." A silence fell on the room as Bella grabbed the vodka bottle that was sat on the coffee table and took a swig out of it.

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Bella spoke up

"I know where you are coming from, detective. I appreciate it, but please see yourself out I want to be alone." Kelsey nodded

"Ok, but I'm cutting off your alcohol. The last thing Sonny needs is his sister needing her stomach pumped." Kelsey grabbed the vodka bottle and cleared the kitchen of all alcohol, and left the apartment.

#Raul Esparza #rafael barba #rafael barba fanfiction #rafael barba fic #rafael barba smut #rafael barba imagine #rafeal barba fluff #barba #rafeal barba #law and order svu #soulmates #Orginal character

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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I was wondering what it would be like to read your take on a club scene where Lucas and Eliott try to one up each other by doing different things to turn each other on and see who gives in first lol

Pole dancing Lucas is smth i didn’t know I needed. Bring in one more part

Part 1

Eliott doesn’t hear much of the music still playing. Anywhere else he would enjoy the loud, deafening beats making his whisky dance inside the glass cup. But he wants to hear everything Lucas is saying, so much his ears seem to only focus on the guy in front of him, diminishing every noise other than his voice.

“Do you like her?” Lucas asks still with the hint of smile on the corners of his lips. They’re making small talk, but there’s something about the way Lucas looks at him.

Eliott knows what he’s thinking and why he’s smiling like that because he’s sure Lucas is just reflecting what he’s seeing inside Eliott’s eyes.

“Who?”

Lucas laughs, drinking his beer.

“Idriss’ soon to be wife.”

“Oh! Hm, yeah, she’s cool. She’s a badass.” Lucas smiles, nodding his head, turning on his stool to ask his bartender friend for another beer. They’ve been here for a while and Eliott has no problem spending all his money for a whole entire month if this means sitting here with Lucas all night long.

“And you?”

“Me what?” Lucas turns back to face Eliott, his feet resting on the pedal on Eliott’s stool and he’s doing the same on Lucas’.

“Have someone? Like a soon to be wife or husband...” Eliott looks at their drinks on the counter to avoid meeting Lucas’ inquisitive eyes. It’s been a while since he drank and smoked this much so his brain is hazy and floaty and way too brave.

“No. Everyone says they’re so woke and confident and liberal, but nobody is willing to stay when you what I do for a living.”

Eliott meets Lucas’ intense eyes right away, frowning.

“People have issues with you being good at dancing and getting paid to do so?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t find it that simple, but that’s the general idea, yes.”

Eliott raises his eyebrows even higher, struggling to understand how someone could ever let this guy go to find anything else. Lucas is the best. He grabs his glass and finishes his whisky, thinking he should move on to some water now.

“Do you know how to dance?”

Lucas changes the subject, asking something for the guy behind the bar again, keeping his eyes on Eliott while he waits for his answer.

“I mean, I can dance, in the safety of my living room, when I’m by myself and the lights are off.” Lucas gets two bottles of water from the guy, offering one of the bottles to Eliott, but before he can even open his, Lucas is already downing half of his water. He smiles, finally drinking his ice cold water, watching Lucas dry his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling and nodding his head.

Lucas finishes his water with another long sip and leaves the empty bottle on the counter, needing to do a little jump to reach the floor to stand up. He holds Eliott’s hand and tries to drag him somewhere else.

Eliott grabs his bottle and stands up, not really sure how his legs are still working, but he’s really sure he would go anywhere Lucas wanted him to go.

“Come on, I wanna see you dance.”

“What? No, no. That’s not happening.” Eliott laughs shyly, still letting Lucas drag him to the middle of the now empty dance floor. The club closed maybe an hour or so ago and it’s only them and a few of what Eliott guesses are some VIP clients sitting on tables, drinking and talking. Idriss left ten minutes ago to take an already half asleep Sofiane home.

“What? I can ask them to turn the all lights off.”

“No, Lucas....” Eliott bites his tongue not to say all the other things he would blindly accept to do if Lucas suggested them, but he can’t dance if front of Lucas.

“Please, Eliott!” He holds Eliott’s hand with more intent, standing closer, “I can even ask them to play whatever song you want. Something less...dirty sex in the bathroom of a club.”

Eliott laughs, liking the small distance between them now, finally. It gives his high and anxious brain some kind of comfort. He hasn’t been out in a while, even less flirting with someone. And Lucas finally found the way to put their thoughts into words.

Dirty sex in the bathroom of a club. Sounds a lot like the scenario around them tonight.

“I kinda like the...dirty sex in the bathroom of a club playlist.”

“You do? Oh...” Lucas lifts his eyebrows, actually surprised by Eliott’s music taste.

“You don’t?” He asks, finally gathering the courage to hold Lucas’ hand back, intertwining their fingers.

“I like the love-making music, yes. But not dubstep exactly.” He laughs, looking down and them, holding hands like they’re some kind of couple.

Eliott sighed, his filled with alcohol and weed brain not able to fully function anymore.

“That’s good too. Love making.”

“I think so.” Lucas nods his head, back to staring at Eliott’s lips.

“I think I should pay our bill and we should go.”

“We?” Lucas asks like the word hit him in the face. He shakes his head, actually looking at Eliott now, back to the present and not to whatever he wants thinking while staring at Eliott’s lips.

“Yes, I still have no plus one to bring to Idriss’ wedding and since it’s only a few hours away...you go to mine and we wait together...”

Lucas smiles shyly, nodding his head. Eliott knows Idriss will be so proud when seeing them together tomorrow morning.

“Okay. But I need a shower, I danced for hours before you came and saved the day...”

“You can take a shower at my place...” Eliott tries, not sure if he’s being too forward.

“Okay...” Lucas bites the inside of his bottom lip and it’s Eliott’s turn to stare.

“Okay....”

#skam france #elu fic #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury #lucas x eliott #elu

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surrealsunday · 3 years

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hi jaime! i hope you are doing okay!! i have a question, what do you think Tempo, HE and MT Eliott and Lucas would have their significant other’s contact saved as? (we know it for MT Eliott having saved Lucas’s contact as ‘Lucas 🦔💙’) lots of love ♥️

What a cute question!!!

In Tempo Lucas has Eliott saved ‘Eliott ❤️❤️❤️’. Not the most creative. Just simple and romantic. Eliott would 100% be more cheesy. He’s probably got Lucas saves as ‘Loml ❤️🌈🥵🍑’

In Hollow Edge Eliott definitely has Lucas saved with the blue heart. Probably something like ‘L 💙👑💍’. Lucas would have Eliott saved as ‘Princeling 🦝 👑❤️’

In Mood Tattoo, as you mention we know what Eliott saved Lucas as. But Lucas would totally have Eliott saved as ‘Asshole’ just because it makes Eliott complain everytime he sees it 😂. Eliott would occasionally change Lucas’s contact to ‘Brat ❤️’ because of this, only Lucas doesn’t mind that at all 😂. So finally Lucas would give in and it would be ‘Asshole ❤️’

Hope that fit the bill 😊.

#Tempo fic #Hollow Edge fic #Mood Tattoo fic

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lallemanting · 4 years

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i was just rereading “whatever makes you feel the sun, chase that” because i love it SO MUCH and i would be forever indebted to you if you wrote a tiny thing about lucas and eliott traveling after they get on the train together

my darling anon! thank you so much for this sweet message and request 💛💛 I honestly had no intention of returning to this version of Lucas and Eliott but then I got this request for a “tiny” thing about their trip and wrote nearly 7k words so…whoops? I really hope you enjoy!!

part 2 of whatever makes you feel the sun (chase that) // also on ao3 here!

Lucas leans back against the rough material of the train seat and just looks. He allows himself that, as Eliott sleeps lightly next to him, because he hasn’t really before.

Every look has been plagued by fear, deep and unyielding, the kind that arrests your heart and makes each beat painful. The kind that was sent away, if only briefly, by a pair of stormy eyes and a sweet voice. Eliott.

It feels a bit like breaking out of the water after holding your breath for too long. Lungs burning, heart racing, a panic sitting there, beneath the skin, that fades as the air hits your face and the water drips away and there’s oxygen ready to gasped in, ready to fill your lungs again.

It’s almost drowning, but being saved at the last second. It’s learning to breathe again.

Eliott’s eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging open, just a little, as the sunlight fights its way past the built-in shades the people in the seats in front of them have pulled down. The light casts over him making lines on his t-shirt and his hair is messy, mussed from being pressed against the headrest of a train seat. But he’s beautiful all the same.

He’s beautiful, really, in the kind of way that makes people look twice (Lucas certainly did). The kind of beauty that’s intimidating at first, that left Lucas reeling when he reached for him in that club, when he said he remembered Lucas of all people, just from a glance on the beach.

But it was his smile, the disarming way he laughed, the light that seemed to shine even when in complete darkness that sent Lucas chasing after him.

Eliott shifts in his sleep, his head falling onto Lucas’ shoulder and Lucas smiles, wide, as his heart hiccups in his chest. He turns his face to press a soft kiss to Eliott’s forehead and lets him sleep on.

Lucas’ phone buzzes a few times in his pocket and he pulls it out to see several texts in his group chat.

Le gang

Yann

hey lulu, you okay? haven’t heard from you in a few hours

assuming you found your man

or I was right about the serial killer thing

but just know if you don’t respond soon I’m going to have to call the police and tell them to start looking for a handsomeman named eliott

Lucas

why do you assume he’s handsome

Arthur

He speaks!

Yann

I have faith in your taste bro

so I assume that means you found him?

Lucas

I found him

Arthur

And you’re with him now?

Lucas

on our way to amsterdam

Basile

👎👎👎

Yann

whoa bas

why are you thumbs-downing our boy?

Arthur

more like 🥳🥂🍆💦❤️🌈

Lucas

arthur wtf lol

Basile

im not thumbs-downing our boy

i just still think it’s unfair that i was the one who was supposed to get with someone this trip

and lucas got someone instead

Lucas

sounds like jealousy to me

Yann

Bas shut up

Arthur

Yeah Bas shut up

Also Lucas do you really need me to spell out those emojis for you?

Lucas

no I got it lol

Yann

point is we’re happy for you

even bas

Lucas

even bas?

Basile

Fine yeah

even bas

🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

Arthur

that’s the spirit

🌈🌈🌈

Yann

🌈🌈🌈

Lucas

you guys are dumb

but thank you

really

Yann

you don’t need to thank us lu

we love you

Arthur

We do!

Basile

we do

Yann

now get back to your man

Lucas

love you guys too

It’s after lunch now, and Lucas can feel his stomach protesting as the only thing he’s had to eat so far that day is a croissant Eliott had bought him at the train station while they waited for the next train. They’re headed to Amsterdam still, since Eliott’s got a friend, who he’d told Lucas was also apparently named Lucas, that’s letting them crash in his and his boyfriend’s apartment while they’re on their own trip to Spain. They’d transferred an hour or so ago from a smaller, suburban train to this larger one that will take them all the way to Amsterdam.

Lucas thinks they’re probably nearing Brussels, one of the major stops before Amsterdam, and he finds himself wondering if Eliott is the kind of person who wakes when moving vehicles come to stop, even if just for a moment. There’s so much still that Lucas has to learn about him. And yet, this right now, is the closest he’s ever felt to trust, to being his whole self. Lucas’ stomach growls again, but Eliott shifts once more, his head nestling even closer in the crook of Lucas’ neck, and Lucas knows he won’t be going anywhere until Eliott wakes.

It’s a few hours, and stops later (it turns out Eliott is very much not the person who wakes up every time the train reaches a new station), when they finally reach Amsterdam. It’s late afternoon, nearing evening, when they step out of the station and into the sun, and Lucas feels his lungs expand as he breathes, really breathes, in the new air. His chest feels light, still unaccustomed to not feeling as though he’s been dragging around a weight in the form of a secret. A lightness in freedom.

He flinches slightly, as Eliott takes his hand, but it’s muscle memory, desire that’s been told for so long to quiet down and hide away that it feels uncomfortable at first to let it be seen.

Eliott must notice because he asks him, quietly, “Is this okay?” waiting for Lucas’ nod to interlace their fingers.

But Lucas does nod, and he whispers yes, Eliott and his chest fills with something new, or maybe it’s just his heart expanding. He squeezes Eliott’s hand back.

They wander for a while, hand in hand, along the canals and to a fries shop Eliott’s friend had told him was the best in the city. So they get some, Eliott going overboard on the sauces, and eat them sitting next to the water, legs crossed and knees touching.

“Can I ask what changed?” Eliott asks him after wiping a bit of sauce off his cheek and kissing him so slow and deep that Lucas had almost dropped the fries he’d been holding.

“You mean why I decided to come?”

Eliott nods, biting into another fry.

Lucas pauses, turning his gaze out away from Eliott and across the water, watching as a boat passes them, the people inside shrieking with laughter.

“There were two reasons,” he says softly, turning back to catch Eliott’s eye. “One, I was tired of being so scared. I didn’t want to have to live with fear and I guess I realized I didn’t have to.”

Eliott smiles, soft and kind. A look, Lucas is quickly realizing, that’s a natural one on his face.

“And the second reason?” Eliott asks.

Lucas grins and leans in, his lips so close to Eliott’s they’re almost brushing, the promise of his touch making Lucas’ head spin.

“You.”

Eliott kisses him.

They wander for a few more hours, grabbing dinner at a restaurant with cloth napkins where they’d actually sat down, ordered wine. It feels a little like something out of a movie, something Lucas had always wanted deep in his heart but never admitted to himself.

“Our first real date,” Eliott says when Lucas raises an eyebrow at the price. “I want to spoil you.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, but can’t hide the blush that coats his face. “You haven’t even asked me out!” he protests.

Eliott only looks at him at him.

“I did you one better,” Eliott says, reaching across the table and brushing his fingers across the back of Lucas’ hand.

“Oh, did you?”

Eliott nods.

“I asked you to run away with me and you said yes.”

Lucas flushes, catching Eliott’s fingers in his hand and bringing his hand up to kiss the back of it gently. “I did,” he whispers back. There’s really nothing else to say.

They spend longer than they should at the restaurant, even splitting a dessert – a gooey chocolate lava cake that has Lucas nearly melting into the floor and Eliott, after swiping the bill out from under Lucas’ hand, tells him they should make their way to his friend’s apartment.

It’s set back a bit in the city, down a side row behind some shops. The evening is settling into night, the last dregs of summer sunlight disappearing as the sun fully melts beyond the horizon, but the world is buzzing still, the night fresh and young and full of hope.

Eliott punches in a code at the door on the street and leads Lucas up a narrow set of stairs to the fourth floor. The hallway is dark and damp smelling, the stairs an old, twisted set of terrors, meaning that Lucas is breathing heavy by the time they reach the top.

Eliott finds the key tucked between a piece of loose molding and a flap of peeling wallpaper just where Eliott’s friend said it would be and puts it in the lock, the key twisting almost deafeningly, and the door swinging open.

The apartment is a studio, a kitchenette just to the left of the door and two large windows facing out onto the street, a small table and chairs placed between them. A mattress is pressed up against the wall across from the door on the floor and a small couch and tv are just to the right of the entrance. In the back corner Lucas sees a door which he can only assume leads to the bathroom. It’s dark, the light from outside nearly gone, and Eliott flicks the switch next to the door, bathing the room in a harsh yellow light from a single bulb placed in the middle of the ceiling.

“God, I hate overhead lighting,” Eliott says, moving to throw down his backpack and switch on the lamps next to the couch and the bed before returning to the door and switching the bulb back off. “There, that’s better.”

Lucas smiles, dropping his own bag into one of the seats at the table and turning to look out the window at the people walking through the city below them, each of them living lives so separate from their own.

“I’m just gonna, uh, use the bathroom,” Lucas hears from behind him and then the sound of a door clicking shut as Eliott goes in.

Lucas sighs and leans his forehead against the cool glass, but something picks at his brain that won’t let him relax. Not yet.

He fishes out his phone from his pocket and types out a message, one he’s typed out time and time again but hasn’t sent yet. But now, he feels like he can.

Lucas to Maman

I wanted to let you know that I won’t be coming home for a few weeks. I’ve decided to extend my trip. I met someone who I like very much and I want to be able to spend more time with them. With him.

He’s a boy Maman. His name is Eliott and I think you’d like him very much.

I’m sorry if this disappoints you. I love you and I’ll try to call you tomorrow. X

He hits send before he can think about it too much and puts his phone down on the table, plugging it in. There’s other things he wants to focus on tonight.

Across the room, Eliott emerges from the bathroom, looking at Lucas leaning against the table and smiling sweetly, his hands digging into his pockets, his shoulders hunching in what Lucas is learning is a nervous gesture.

Nervous. Around him of all people. Lucas will never get used to it.

“So what do you want to do tonight?” Eliott asks him, pulling his phone out of his pocket and swiping it open. “My friend recommended a few bars we could check out or I think there’s this one we passed on our way here…”

Lucas pushes himself off the table and walks across the room towards Eliott stopping just in front of him, close enough to reach out and touch.

“Or,” Lucas says, taking the phone out of Eliott’s hand and tossing it onto the couch, “we could stay in.”

Lucas reaches out and grabs the hem of Eliott’s shirt loosely, his fingertips brushing the skin at Eliott’s waist. Eliott inhales sharply and stumbles back, cursing as his hip makes contact with the couch.

“Yeah, god, okay, we can definitely stay in,” he says.

He reaches out to grasp Lucas’ face, his touch light against his cheekbones and Lucas leans into it, closing his eyes as Eliott closes the distance, their lips brushing together for the hundredth time that week, but something feeling new all the same.

It’s overwhelming in the best way, the feeling of Eliott so close, the way he’s holding onto Lucas like he’s a precious thing, not fragile but important. Something to be handled with care not out of fear of breaking, but affection.

Lucas leans into him and grasps onto Eliott’s hips, pulling him closer to press them together, Eliott angling his head to kiss him deeper, his tongue swiping at the seam of Lucas’ lips, turning the kiss hot and messy.

Lucas gasps, Eliott taking advantage of it to walk him backwards towards the mattress. Lucas’ hands run along the skin of Eliott’s stomach and around towards his back, pulling at his shirt as they move.

“Off,” Lucas whispers against Eliott’s mouth and Eliott is quick to comply, pulling the shirt up and over his head, giving Lucas only a second to take him in with new messier hair before he’s on him again.

“Your turn,” Eliott says, pulling back to kiss Lucas’ jaw, behind his ear and down his neck as Lucas shivers, tugging on his shirt. Lucas quickly pulls it over his head.

And really, Lucas thinks, it shouldn’t be this good, it’s not supposed to be this good, with someone he only met a short time ago. Lucas has never imagined it could feel like this, especially not so soon.

There was a nervousness, a hesitation in name only, when they gotten together the first time, only because Lucas was new at it, still is new at it. But Eliott had smoothed it away with an understanding smile and a readiness to only go as far as Lucas was willing, as far as Lucas would take him.

But somehow, Eliott’s never really felt like a stranger, and his body has never really felt completely new. Lucas knows they’ve only just met but there’s always seemed to be this place they existed together, from the moment they locked eyes across the beach, that only they could get to. A frequency only they can tune into, hidden away from everything else that beckons Lucas to break the so-called rules he didn’t even realize he’d been imposing on himself.

With Eliott, it’s just easy. And the parts that aren’t so easy Eliott is so calm and kind and understanding that it makes it easier to work through, to discuss and then deliver. It’s the kind of respect and desire, the kind of want with a preference that makes it clear Eliott, somehow, miraculously, feels just as lucky as Lucas that they found each other. A feeling that translates into comfort and vulnerability.

(And maybe, Lucas thinks as he recalls his words to the boys when he told them, it feels just a little bit like love . But it can’t be.

Can love happen so fast? )

They collapse on the mattress and fumble at the buttons on their pants, Eliott straddling Lucas to pull them off with his boxers as Lucas lies among the pillows.

“Shit,” Eliott inhales, his eyes roaming Lucas’ body, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Lucas can feel himself blush, still not used to the kind of compliments Eliott doles out so freely. He’s not used to beautiful either, something he’d never thought of himself as, something he’d never thought someone would think of him. And yet here, hovering over him is the most beautiful man Lucas has ever seen and he’s looking at Lucas with the kind of fierce adoration that makes Lucas forget everything else and Lucas finds he believes him. Somehow, Eliott’s words cut through the rest.

Eliott makes Lucas okay with being brave is the thing. It’s not that Lucas wasn’t capable of it before, or that he’s doing everything now for Eliott, it’s that suddenly, somehow, Lucas can finally see himself making brave choices, trying new things, trusting himself to know what he wants. It’s that seeing the way Eliott has trusted himself and in his feelings has made it easier for Lucas to accept his own. Take on new challenges because he wants to, leave the fear behind.

Life, for Lucas, has been full of new experiences lately.

Eliott leans down to kiss him again, deep and encompassing, pressing Lucas into the mattress with the kind of fervor that leaves Lucas shaking.

“Wait,” Lucas gasps, grabbing Eliott’s hips as Eliott freezes and pulls back. “No, don’t stop I just…” Lucas presses back against him and flips them, coming to straddle Eliott’s waist. “I want to try something.”

Eliott blinks, once, twice, his eyes dark as his gaze roams Lucas’ face. “Yeah, okay,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

Lucas kisses him, Eliott’s mouth soft and wet against him. Then he moves his way down Eliott’s neck, his chest, his stomach pressing searing kisses to the skin as Eliott pants beneath him. When he reaches the waistband of Eliott’s boxers he looks up and finds Eliott looking back at him with something akin to awe on his face.

“Okay?” he asks, his mouth pressing the question into Eliott’s waistline.

“God. Yes. Please ,” Eliott pants out and Lucas can’t help but grin that he’s reduced eloquent romantic Eliott to single syllables.

“Okay,” Lucas replies, hooking his fingers in Eliott’s boxers and pulling them down, Eliott breathing out a punched out moan as Lucas returns and presses a kiss to his inner thigh.

Later, as Lucas lies in bed, a sheet pulled up around his hips, Eliott produces a joint from his bag and waves it excitedly at him as Lucas rolls his eyes.

“What? It’s Amsterdam!” Eliott says as he lights it, throwing open the window so the sounds from the street below float into the room.

“You’re so stupid,” Lucas says, but he can’t conceal his laughter, the way his happiness bubbles up, uncontained.

“So, you don’t want any?” Eliott asks, lifting an eyebrow as he takes a drag.

“I never said that,” Lucas says quickly and opens his arms beckoning Eliott to him.

Eliott returns to him quickly and they lay there, passing the joint between them, wrapped up in each other, Eliott’s fingers tracing patterns on Lucas’ arms. It’s quiet and peaceful and Lucas can’t help but lean into the soft comfort of Eliott’s embrace, so relaxed and at ease it’s like he’s had it forever.

Is that what it is?

They wake late the next day, Lucas wrapped in the warm circle of Eliott’s arms, a brief spike of panic coursing through him until he remembers he has nowhere to be, nothing to hide from. He can just be.

He relaxes even more when he finally convinces himself to check his phone while Eliott’s in the shower and finds a text from his mother that takes away the last of the burden.

Maman to Lucas

You could never disappoint me my darling son.

I love you. Call me when you can.

If his happiness is evident on his face, it’s only reflected in Eliott’s as he laughs when Lucas grabs him the minute he steps out of the bathroom, hugging him close and pressing his face into his neck.

“I’m so happy you found me,” Lucas whispers.

Eliott pulls back and pecks him gently, once, twice, three times.

“I think you’re the one who found me.”

They can agree to disagree.

Eliott drags him to a bakery his friend recommended and then across the city to the Van Gogh museum, telling Lucas it’s something they simply have to see. Lucas takes a brief stop to call his mother, who answers with her voice soft and warm, assuring Lucas she loves him and asking him to pass the phone to this Eliott boy .

Lucas tries to protest but Eliott hears from where he’s sitting and grabs the phone from Lucas’ hand, talking and laughing with Lucas’ mother on the other end. Lucas gapes at him when he hands the phone back and Eliott just shrugs, telling him, she just made me promise to take care of you. I told her not to worry.

Lucas can only shake his head as he brings the phone back up to his ear, just to have her tell him that Eliott sounds like a wonderful boy and again that she loves him. And Lucas really doesn’t blame Eliott when he looks a little smug after that.

Once they get inside the museum, Eliott spends the whole time raving about color and brushstrokes and genius and Lucas understands almost none of it, but he doesn’t care, as long as it makes Eliott happy. Eliott gets a little quieter, for a moment, when he talks about Van Gogh’s personal struggles, the way pain had come and never quite left, so Lucas reaches out and takes Eliott’s hand, squeezing it, and leans over to lightly kiss Eliott’s shoulder.

He doesn’t say anything but he knows Eliott understands from the way he looks back and smiles. It’s a smile like that, private and reserved just for Lucas, that makes the feeling in his chest expand just a little.

Can it be named yet?

And just like that, their days in Amsterdam fall away. Lucas loses count at some point, how long they’ve been there, their time so full of Eliott’s laughter and Lucas’ heart beating and kissing, that they start to blend together.

Kissing.

Lucas knows he’d never really been kissed before Eliott and certainly not like this. Lucas learns quickly that there are many different kinds, many more than he’d ever imagined and it seems like Eliott is on a mission to try out them all.

There’s kisses on his mouth and his cheeks and his jaw and his neck and searing ones that leave marks all over his body. There’s kisses in the street and in parks and on benches and pressed up against walls. At some point Lucas wonders if he should be getting used to these kisses, the way Eliott’s mouth feels against him, but then Eliott kisses him again and everything else is gone from Lucas’ mind and all he can remember is Eliott .

And even when they leave Amsterdam behind, Eliott seems to want to try everything all over again in each new place as if somehow the feeling of Lucas’ lips would have changed depending on the coordinates. Lucas wants to make fun of him, he really does, but then Eliott kisses him and it turns out he’s right. They’re all different. Every single one.

From Amsterdam they head to Belgium, stopping in Antwerp for a few days before making their way down to Brussels. Eliott takes a video of Lucas spinning around in the city center and when Lucas watches the video back he can hardly recognize the boy in it, his face full of the kind of joy Lucas didn’t think himself capable of.

He sends the video to the boys only to have them all tease him about Eliott being the perfect instagram boyfriend. But later, Yann texts him separately and tells him it’s good to see him so happy, and Lucas can’t help but hold Eliott a little tighter that night.

From Brussels, they make their way up to Oslo and then back down to Germany where they make stops in Hamburg, Berlin and a few other small cities that Lucas can hardly remember the name of, culminating in a brief stint in an off-season ski lodge in the Alps because Eliott found a number and a discount online.

It’s seeing Eliott standing in the midst of a vast sea of green, swearing at the miles still left to climb that makes the thing in Lucas’ chest finally take root and sprout vines that weave around his heart, turning the feeling into something unescapable, something that’s been nurtured enough to grow.

But there’s no fear as the vines begin to flower. Instead, it’s mostly wonder. And-

Lucas can’t think about that yet.

From there, there’s a quick flyover to Madrid, since Eliott had promised himself he’d get back to Spain and found cheap last minute flights. It’s become common along the way for Eliott to come to Lucas wide-eyed and excited, full of ideas and plans, and for Lucas to just say yes. He trusts Eliott, he does, and finds he really doesn’t care where he goes as long as he’s with Eliott.

Then they head back to Italy, starting in Venice, where Eliott insists they have to take a gondola ride because it’s romantic . Lucas balks a bit at the price but sees the way Eliott’s eyes shine with the thought, so he figures out a solution. In the end, they share a gondola with a pair of American students and an older British couple that had been standing near one of the pickup points so they can all split the cost. Lucas worries it’s not close enough to what Eliott had in mind. But as they sit there, fingers intertwined on Lucas’ lap, Eliott whispers, it’s perfect, in Lucas’ ear, and he can’t help the way his heart races.

(It doesn’t hurt that the older woman tells them they’re a beautiful couple as they go to leave the boat. Eliott thanks her, but Lucas only manages a deep blush.)

And that feeling in Lucas’ chest grows with every touch, with every kiss, with every new place Eliott takes him. It’s a feeling that’s a bit like luck, and a bit like awe, and a bit like adoration and longing and desire and choice all wrapped up into one. And Lucas thinks he knows, but he hasn’t dared to say it.

This has to be love.

But it’s Rome, finally, that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

It’s the final stop on their nearly 6-week trip, culminating in a flight back to Paris the next Sunday morning – only three days away.

They’d splurged, just a bit, on a 3-star hotel because Eliott, after staying in their fair share of cramped hostels, had begged Lucas for a queen bed just so he could hold him, away from anyone else. And Lucas had been hard pressed to turn him down.

They’re in the middle of the Roman Forum when it hits him, a new kind of panic. Somehow, being surrounded by things so ancient and grand makes Lucas think of the things he’d been holding back on. The stories around him stitched together mostly in memory, and Lucas finds himself wondering if that’s what this will be too, a memory bolstered only by ticket stubs and material remnants rather than the person he lived it with.

It’s the word that’s been crawling out of his chest, trying to force its way out of his mouth every time he looks at Eliott. The feeling that had been demanding a name, the thing that Lucas isn’t quite sure Eliott reciprocates. Love.

When they leave on Sunday will things change? Will Eliott want this, want him when grand spontaneous adventures are no longer a part of their daily life?

Lucas is aware, in a way, that none of this is normal. He knows he and Eliott have moved fast. Faster than he’d ever thought himself capable. One minute scared and alone by his own self imposition and the next alive and wanting under Eliott’s gentle honesty and daring gaze.

But Eliott had never signed up for this, for anything longer than these six or seven weeks. He’d called that first dinner in Amsterdam a date, yes, but there’s been no labeling beyond that. When they land in Paris will Eliott expect them to go back to being strangers?

He holds the panic in, putting on a brave face for the rest of the day as Eliott continues to drag him around to all must-see spots on his list. He manages for most of it but then something must slip, as it’s wont to do, and without meaning for it, Eliott notices.

They’re walking down the street, on their way back to their hotel after dinner, when Eliott grabs his arm softly to stop him, and twists around so they’re facing each other on the sidewalk.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentle as he holds Lucas’ hands.

Lucas shakes him off but keeps his eyes on the ground, something stopping him from looking at Eliott. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Eliott presses, making an aborted attempt to reach out to Lucas again only to catch himself. “Because if I did something to make you upset…”

“It’s nothing you did . And I’m not upset.”

It’s unfair to put this on Eliott, to expect him to take on Lucas’ fear again, to take on Lucas at all. He wishes that he could forget, even just for a day or two, that there’s an hourglass suspended above their heads, counting down the hours they have left. But he can’t.

“Okay,” Eliott says slowly, “but if something’s wrong, I’d want you to tell me…”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Lucas says, but his voice cracks as he feels the familiar tightness at the back of his throat, the shaking start in his hands.

“Baby,” Eliott says as he steps closer, cradling Lucas’ face in his hands and tilting his head up, “why are you crying?”

And that feeling in his chest starts at Eliott’s words, at the way he’s holding him, at the way he called him baby . Lucas can’t hold it in any longer.

“What happens when we get back to Paris?” he whispers.

Eliott stills. “What do you mean? You’re going to start uni and I’m going to get a job and we’ll figure it out from there, right?”

“But what about with us?”

“I mean, sure, I’ll have to take the bus to come and see you but it’s really not that far and you could always stay at my apartment if you needed on days you stay over late or…” Eliott looks at him, confused, and Lucas can’t speak, needs a minute to process what Eliott’s saying. “Is that not what you want?”

“No, I just,” he pauses, breaths. “So you’d still want to be with me once we’re back home?”

“Yes, of course,” Eliott says quickly. “Why would you think anything else?”

“You just never said,” Lucas replies, his hands coming up to rest over Eliott’s on his cheeks as he presses their foreheads together. “I don’t know, I thought that maybe it was just a summer fling or something for you.”

“It’s not. Is it to you?”

“No, never.”

Eliott smiles and then kisses him, so fully, so completely that Lucas sways where he stands, feels it all the way down to his toes.

“Would you like to put a label on it?” Eliott asks as he pulls away.

“Maybe,” Lucas says, grinning.

“How does boyfriend sound?”

“Perfect.”

And then they’re kissing again. Here, in the street, another new kiss for Lucas to check off their list.

They break away for a moment and as if Eliott can hear his thoughts, as though Eliott knows him better than he realized, he asks him, “Is that all?”

Lucas pauses, knows that he could say no, move on and hide away the feeling that’s been battling its way to the surface for weeks. Or he could let go, give himself over to it, say fuck fear, and say it, to hell with the consequences.

But this time the fear doesn’t feel like drowning, it feels a little more like skydiving. The kind that comes when you’re waiting to jump, when all you have left to do is leap.

“There might be something else.”

“Okay.” Eliott looks concerned, but runs a thumb across Lucas’ cheekbone.

And this is it – the moment of falling and hoping the parachute carries you down.

“I love you,” Lucas says, his voice surprisingly strong for the way his hands shake.

Eliott looks at him for a moment, eyes big, before a small smile starts to spread over his face, lighting up his features as he stands there. And then–

“I love you too.”

The parachute opens behind him and Lucas lands safely on the ground.

They somehow make it back to their hotel, their time nearly doubled as Eliott takes advantage of every opportunity to press Lucas against a wall and kiss him, the kind that sends sparks down Lucas’ spine and makes him never want to let Eliott go.

They barely make it inside their room before Lucas is on him, pulling Eliott close and reaching to rid him of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against him.

“Whoa, slow down,” Eliott says, laughing as Lucas tries to kiss him again.

“No,” Lucas mumbles from where he’s kissing Eliott’s neck. “I want you now.”

He hears Eliott groan and then he pulls Lucas’ mouth back to his own so he can kiss him again. His kisses are sweet and open-mouthed and remind Lucas that Eliott runs warm in all the best ways, his touch like fire on him.

“Okay,” Eliott says finally, as he pulls back panting. “Okay, you’re going to have to stop kissing me if you want me to ever take my clothes off.”

Lucas giggles, but backs off, hands raised, as he makes his way over to their bed, stopping to dig something out of his bag.

“Okay,” Eliott says again as he walks over to Lucas, now only wearing his boxers, “you need to catch up.”

“So help me,” Lucas whispers, reaching up to pull Eliott to him, and kisses him again.

They sway on the spot, Eliott’s hands running all over Lucas as he holds him, tilting his head to kiss him deeper, biting gently at Lucas’ bottom lip and taking advantage of his gasp to lick into his mouth.

It’s somehow gentle and intense all at once, the kind of toe-curling eagerness that sends Lucas’ head spinning. They break apart only for Eliott to pull Lucas’ shirt over his head and for Lucas to step out of his pants before they fall on the bed together, legs intertwined.

Lucas can’t think of anything but Eliott’s touch and his mind only knows one word – Eliott, Eliott, Eliott . Eliott surrounds him so completely that Lucas finds himself wondering how Eliott is managing to touch him, to hold him like that only to lose his thought when Eliott trails a hand down his back and pulls his hips closer.

Lucas moans at the contact and Eliott pulls away to bite a mark into his neck, Lucas writhing at the sting and the soothing swipe of Eliott’s tongue. Lucas runs his nails lightly down Eliott’s back and presses his fingers under the waistband of Eliott’s boxers and knows, as Eliott pants on top of him, that he’s going to ask. Lucas is ready.

“What do you want to do?” Eliott asks, his voice deep, his eyes dark.

Lucas wordlessly reaches down next to the bed and produces a condom and lube from where he’d thrown them earlier. Eliott’s breath catches.

“Are you sure?” Eliott asks him.

“Completely sure,” Lucas replies.

And then Eliott is on him again, ridding them both of their boxers and moving back to lean over where Lucas is spread out on the mattress. His touch is gentle, his kisses deep as they move together, their skin burning in all the places they’re pressed together.

Lucas , Eliott pants out as Lucas runs his hand down Eliott’s body, as he bites at the skin just below Eliott’s ear. Eliott , Lucas whispers back as Eliott touches him and takes him apart, bit by bit. Lucas has never known something like this – the overwhelming way everything becomes Eliott .

They come together finally, Eliott moving slowly as Lucas adjusts, his moans sprinkled with okay? and does that feel good? as Lucas moves below him. Lucas nods and whispers back a choked out yes as the feeling overwhelms him and the heat spreads fast and low in his stomach. Eliott’s all over him, his hands everywhere, Lucas just trying to hold on as their rhythm builds and starts to get sloppy, as they pull each other closer. And that’s enough, as Lucas’ back arches off the mattress and Eliott follows close behind, clutching Lucas to him as the waves ride through them.

They lay, after, clutching each other as their breathing settles. Eliott only leaving the bed to grab a cloth to wipe Lucas off and then lifting the covers to settle them under the blankets, pulling Lucas onto his chest.

It’s only after Eliott presses a kiss to his temple, whispers you’re beautiful into his hair and lies back on the pillows, his breath evening out as sleep takes over that Lucas allows himself to think it, really believe it, for the first time. Because, in the end, they’re the only ones who get to decide.

It is love.

Sunday comes just as Lucas knew it would. There’s packing and checking out of the hotel and a frantic run to the airport shuttle to make their flight in time.

When they get to the airport, they get through security, buy a snack and go wait at their gate just like anyone else. Only Eliott refuses to let go of Lucas’ hand unless he absolutely has to. Lucas can’t help but smile every time he finds Eliott reaching for him.

It’s easy somehow, even though Lucas will miss the spontaneity of their lives during this trip, to be excited for what’s to come. For a life where they’ll be together, not just in front of each other, but surrounded by the people they already know.

There’s grounding there somehow, a firmer foundation that will make Eliott feel less like a dream and more like reality. At first, it scared Lucas to think about them without the rosy glow of this fantasy thing. But the more he thinks about it, the more he knows it will be a relief to no longer have to pinch himself and expect that it’ll wake him up.

Because Eliott isn’t a dream. He doesn’t just exist in this vacuum of worlds they’d explored together. But neither does Lucas. And somehow, it’s even more exciting to imagine what they’ll be when life picks them up again and takes them along for the routine of the everyday. Vibrant, but in other ways. In the variety of them.

Eliott takes his hand again as they board the plane and Lucas lets him lead them to their seats. Eliott’s out, almost as soon as the plane takes off, and Lucas finds himself shifting so that Eliott’s head falls to rest on his shoulder as he sleeps on, the weight sending a smile to Lucas’ face.

The thing in his chest shifts as the plane flies through the air, flowering now with something new, born of love and desire and longing. It replaces any fear left behind, chases it away to dark shadows and keeps it at bay for now, as Eliott shuffles closer to Lucas in his sleep.

So when the pilot comes on and announces their descent into Paris, Lucas finds nothing waiting there for him in his heart but love–

–and hope.

#skam france #elu fic #elu #elu fanfic #hope you like it!#my writing

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inmyarmswrappedin · 3 years

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Imo: in being good and having this (better than) expected, clean and well fleshed out story, it seems druck just stayed afloat. Instead of being outstanding and enticing more viewers, it fell into doing what it was intended to do with only a portion of it's old viewership. S5 was good, but it didn't do anything out of the ordinary or experimental or particular interesting. If they stick to this formula, which works to an extent, they'll need more eclectic or charismatic mains to give it an edg

Hi anon 🎨 I actually think this season did something experimental, by using audio and video cues to portray Nora’s disassociation. The only other season to use cinematography to portray a main who experiences reality in a different way was Arthur’s, and imo they didn’t properly stick with it past a certain point.

But I mean, by charismatic, do you mean gay? 😂

Here’s my thing. Personally, I’ve felt like the Skam phenomenon, such as it is, has been on its way out since around the time Skam Italia was first cancelled. And not even because of skamit itself, which was in fact brought back because of Italian outcry. That was just the point where I felt we’d start hitting diminishing returns, the remakes would never become much bigger than the heights of popularity reached from January to June 2019 (and definitely would never reach the heights that Skam got in Norway or abroad). I also thought the “fad” of buying the rights to adapt Skam had passed—no other producer would agree to NRK’s conditions and make an eighth remake. From that point forward, I felt like we’d only keep losing remakes, not gaining them.

As an additional note, I only have follower numbers for Isak’s account (the most followed account of all the Skam characters) from 2018, a full year later Skam had finished. At that point he had 685K. Cris, the character to have the most followers out of any remake character, never broke 200K.

Let’s talk Wtfck. The Isak season dropped during fall 2019, past the Skam remake golden era. Despite the fact that Robbe and Sander are white and cis, and that the show exploited their physical relationship as much as they could get away with... By the end of the season, Robbe and Sander had less ig followers than Matteo and David had by the end of theirs. A couple that included a trans moc, and was thus rejected by large sections of fandom. It doesn’t matter that endless moaning about Kato or endless moaning compilations have made it the most popular show on tumblr this year. When it comes to Instagram numbers, Robbe and Sander were solidly a flop. (And, of course, so is Kato, who Nora passed in followers around ep 3 or 4 of Nora’s season.)

Now, let’s talk Skam France. Arthur’s season was also the yawn collectively heard round the world. It kept losing followers on Youtube every week, despite the fact that at that time the show was not geoblocked (it’s geoblocked now) and Youtube still allowed random users to add subtitles. (In comparison, Amira N’s season aired when community subs were no longer allowed.) Lucas L’s season was, at least imo, the season that ushered the remake golden era. Despite the fact that Martino’s season aired a few months earlier, and was also not geoblocked, they didn’t get the attention. Skam France just knew how to promote their gay season effectively and, in so doing, also garnered attention for everyone else. Fun fact: before Lucas L’s season, no remake character had reached 35K followers on ig (Megan Flores had the largest amount at 33.6K).

So, if Skam France, with its keen sense of promotion and their Lola season that aimed to fulfill every request fandom had (wlw main, the explicit s*x scene eskam didn’t deliver, Daphné subplot, Eliott subplot, substance abuse issues, mental health issues) didn’t reach the numbers Lucas L’s season got, did in fact not even come close (Lola has 31.7 followers on ig. That’s less than Megan before the Isak seasons really got going!!)... Do you really think this is an issue of Druck not being enticing?

There’s also Norway. The Skam format, with “real time” clips, has a longer history in Norway. Skam was maybe the third or fourth show with that format. But none of the shows in that format that came after Skam have been as successful locally as Skam was. Lovleg was cancelled after 2 seasons. Blank closed shop with 3. 17/18/16 keeps going, but the format isn’t exactly the same (iirc every daily drop is actually an episode unto itself, and the shows drop over a period of less than 20 days). Afaik, lik meg is the only show in the Skam format currently airing, and it’s aimed at a 10-12 y/o demographic, not the 16 year olds that Skam targeted.

Anyway, fwiw, shortly after Amira M’s season finished, s4 had 12.7M views. As of two days ago, Nora’s season had 11.4M views (danke, @tirpse). Nora has 28.3K followers, only 3K followers less than Lola, despite the fact that Nora is a straight character and she didn’t get a s*x scene.

I gotta be real with you, I don’t think these numbers will improve with Fatou’s season, because both Fatou and Kieu My are woc. If there’s a main who fits the “exciting” bill (I know it’s not the word you used, but I just feel like Druck mains are generally charismatic, if not eclectic), that is Ava. And we all know people will find many reasons not to watch Ava’s season.

So, all in all... I guess Druck will remain a small show, unless something happens with one of the still existing remakes, and the Skam phenomenon gets a second wind. Because I really don’t think a flashy main is going to turn the tides around, anon.

#ask #druck #skam france #wtfock #Anonymous

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flying-elliska · 4 years

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Seeing that post, I am actually curious, how do you go about writing a fight scene? How difficult is it to visualize everything that is necessary to paint the action effectively?

Anon ! Thank you for this great question which will allow me to procrastinate writing said fight scene for at least five minutes instead of setting my computer on fire :

For me, like most of my writing, it starts with the characters + the emotional dynamic of the scene. What is happening between them ? What emotional process do I want to convey ? And so when I imagine/brainstorm the story in my head, I often have ideas for action that are centered around emotion. It’s a lot like a stage choreography - the beats should illustrate the story.

For instance : the fight between Lucas and Thorston, it’s sort of a theatrical performance ; Lucas wants to prove himself to the Vallès people, so it’s a sort of demonstration. So it’s very staged - one opponent makes a move, then another. A lot of the time when writing action scenes the first thing I have in mind is the dialogue and the character interactions - and the setting that will fit - the rest comes later. It starts with this training sequence where I show that Thorston is a bully asking Eliott to hurt himself. The general concept is that Lucas is a knight ‘jousting for the honor of his ‘lady’ (Eliott) who has been slighted, bc the chapter has these allusions to knighthood. But he’s also an underdog so I wanted his final victory to come as a surprise - so at first it starts like an unequal fight and then Eliott realises Lucas has been hitting all these strategic spots and Thorston crumbles - this is an illustration of ‘brain over brawn’ (also very inspired by the ‘five finger death punch’ in Kill Bill) - Lucas is physically smaller/shorter than most of his opponents and he compensates by being extremely smart and quick . The end goal is a feeling of satisfaction due to this reversal + Lucas proving himself + then Eliott makes his speech which shows he has a ‘hold’ over Lucas + there is this whole thing where Vallès has orchestrated this on purpose to get rid of Thorston for being a nuisance.

The catacomb fight sequence, on the other hand, is very chaotic, it’s in the dark, through Eliott POV and he is terrified, and out of his depth, but at the same, he also trusts Lucas so a lot of that sequence is him trying to figure out where Lucas is and following his guidance. It’s a bit of a trust fall - this whole bit is them really being together outside of the prison for the first time, and the overarching emotional aspect is that, right away, they fall into this sort of ‘battle intimacy’ where they have to immediately trust each other and they find that they actually really work well together. It also being mostly in the dark pushes them to rely on touch and hearing, which adds another interesting layer of closeness. Meanwhile, Nikolai Magnusson, is like this terrifying assassin figure that stalks them in the dark, so there is a very ‘primal fear’ aspect, they’re under the ground surrounded by dead people, I wanted it to have a bit of a horror movie vibe, so there is a moment where Eliott shoots him and thinks he’s down but then surprise, he’s not and he goes for them again and it’s this ‘oh my gooooood the serial killer is actually behind me!!!!’ moment and they run away without really knowing if he is dead or not, which adds to the lingering threat and atmosphere of pressure.

So then when I actually sit down to write, I have this general idea about a vibe and some ‘high moments’ I want to put in ; I know the purpose I want the scene to serve, the starting and end points. Now I need to figure out how to get from A to B to C, which is A LOT HARDER. A few things to consider : the characters’ abilities, the weapons they have at their dispositions, the constraints (are they wounded ? in the dark ? restrained ? are there any rules or is it a free for all ?) the environment (anything dangerous ? they can use ? a time constraint ? a bomb ? somebody to protect ? etc) and again, the character’s psychology and emotions (are they angry ? scared ? determined ? too arrogant ? etc). I basically put myself in the mind of the POV character and imagine what I would think and try to do if I was actually living the scene, focusing on the practical details. I honestly don’t write a lot of intricate fight choreography because this is just not my forte and i don’t really have the knowledge. Mostly I think about what would be cool and how to fit it in, and what the character NEEDS to do

For instance, Eliott doesn’t have a lot of fight experience, so when he actually wins a confrontation, it’s often due to the surprise effect - he has a very fierce streak under pressure - but I can’t put him in drawn out fights (yet). He also has a tendency to be overwhelmed and to get into his own head, which is like, very normal for a person without training. Lucas is different - the dude is supposed to be lethal and a bit of a legend so I have a bit more leeway when it comes to him doing crazy shit that shouldn’t be possible (lol) but again, his MO is to be smart about fights so I have to think ok what funky trick is he going to pull this time. What would make him look the most badass. Really, Lucas is all about the power of surprise, because again, his adversaries almost always underestimate him (or they don’t even see him coming). He’s like a stoat, small and uncommonly vicious. (look up ‘stoat dance of death’ if you don’t know what I mean lol) or like a blackfooted wildcat (which is called ‘adorable remorseless killing machine’ and is the smallest and deadliest wild cat) so it’s a theme that you can be very small and also very ferocious, and yes, i have been on a stupid animal documentary binge lately (animal fight club !! so fcking stupid). anyway, there is often a ‘what the fuck’ moment when he fights and also use of distraction. But it depends on context - again in the aforementioned fight with Thorston he is very elegant and precise because he’s showing off - but he started as a street fighter, ; using everything he has at his disposal, being ressourceful/inventive, ruthless, efficient, etc. Like in krav maga ‘use a pen as a weapon’ etc. He’s also very very attentive to his surroundings, alert to see if there is anything he could use, and he tries to analyse the moves of his opponents. (credit to the 2 krav maga lessons i took in my life lol). And then there is Daphné who we haven’t really seen fight yet, but she’s an acrobat, so that would come into account, etc.

I also have to do a lot of back and forth because what often happens is I get an idea for a solution (really a fight scene is a series of problems to set up and solve) so I have to go back in the story and make sure they have their guns/whatever they need for the scene and that there is proper foreshadowing. It’s often the logistics that drive me a little crazy because I get to a point and I’m like...okay and how would they do the thing I need them to do ? And you always have to have this back and forth between the perspective of your POV character and their enemy because you don’t want either of them to be purely reactive or to act stupid just because it’s easier (i mean, if they’re not supposed to be stupid)

I read this good writing advice idk where that said, basically, in action scenes, the more details you have, the more it feels important. So like, when the characters are just trading blows, it’s ok if you’re not super precise. However when things change - like the balance of power shifts, there is an upset, something that carries character significance, etc - it’s good to be more descriptive -it’s like the writerly equivalent of slow mo when everybody is holding their breath. I mean, it’s good to have a general idea in your mind of where everybody is and how they react but it’s not like a movie, it’s ok if you don’t have a super precise beat by beat rendering in your head. At the same time, a fight scene is not the time for super introspective character beats, you have to kind of transcribe the fact that everything happens super fast and there is this sense of complete focus on the action and so you don’t want too many distractions where you pause to describe the scenery, etc etc.

So yeah idk I’m still trying to figure it out I guess ^^ because honestly I still feel like action scenes are some of the most difficult things to write, making everything make sense is hard !!!! hope this made some sense tho and was a bit interesting.

ok now i’m back to the story ^^ have a nice day/night anon ! <3

#diamants!au #fight scenes #writing advice

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jebentnietalleen · 4 years

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Temerate 💞💞 (love me some sadness)

temerate - to break a bond or promise (ao3 link)

sometimes he forgets how long they have known each other, eliott and him. but then, something happens, and he is reminded again.

right now, he is reminded by the way he knows exactly how eliott got that scar just below his right knee. the same knee that is currently resting besides his own while they are sitting on a blanket in the park, waiting for the rest of their friends to show.

he knows how he got that scar, because he was there, watching him climb a tree when he was 9 and lucas was 7, trying to rescue a cat that seemed to be stuck. they hadn’t known each other for long back then, lucas had just moved in across the street and really looked up to eliott. here was his new neighbor, this older boy who was willing to climb a tree to rescue a cat, and he actually wanted to hang out with lucas. he didn’t understand it, but he didn’t dare question it.

it turned out the cat wasn’t stuck at all, it happily jumped out of the tree once eliott almost reached the branch it was lying on, and as a result eliott’s grip faltered and he fell down. hard. lucas did the best he could to distract his new friend, making jokes and giving him all the cuddles he needed. it wasn’t until he told eliott that he thought he was the bravest boy he knew, that eliott stopped crying, his eyes glistening in a different way.

it made his cheeks warm up and he didn’t know why, all he knew is that he was glad to have helped in a way. to have been able to make eliott feel good. it’s a feeling he’s been chasing ever since.

it’s part of the reason why, once eliott told him many years later that he had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, he looked eliott straight in the eyes and told him: i’m not just saying this because of your diagnosis but i need to make this clear: i’m not going anywhere, i will always be here for you. even if you don’t want to talk, even if it is too much sometimes and you need some space, i’ll be there when you do want that.

because it was true, he wasn’t going to go anywhere, he would always care about eliott no matter what, and a small voice inside his head told him that maybe he cared a little bit too much, but he didn’t mind. he was fine just being his friend, it was more than fine, it was amazing. and he truly needed eliott to understand that nothing he did or said could change that for him, because eliott looked so scared when he told lucas about his episodes, scared like he was afraid lucas would think differently about him. they made a pact, that night, that no matter the circumstances, they would always check in with each other and be there for the other. and most importantly: they would always, always be honest to each other.

when lucas came out to him, a few months later, eliott truly kept to his promise. he did everything he could to make lucas feel safe and comforted and most importantly, normal. he even told lucas that he wasn’t sure how to label it yet, but that he definitely was sure he likes both boys and girls. it made him feel a little weird inside, but he wasn’t sure why, nor did he know if it was a good kind of weird or not. not until later, when he realized that somehow, he had started to like eliott. like like.

that’s when it dawned on him, it was both a good kind of weird and a bad kind of weird. a good kind of weird because eliott liking both boys and girls meant that maybe, one day, eliott could see him like that. the bad kind of weird was caused by the fact that he was pretty sure eliott would never see him like that.

but sometimes, sometimes he thought, maybe… when they go out to a club with everybody and eliott always asks lucas what he wants to drink first, always takes him by the hand and pulls him on the dancefloor, always dances a little bit too close to him, the scent of boy and aftershave and pure eliott heavy in the air as they move to the music, making him feel dizzier than any alcohol could.

or when eliott hosts a movie night and makes sure to get all the snacks lucas likes best, even when bas keeps complaining that ‘salted popcorn is a crime to humanity’.

and even now, while they are sitting next to each other on lucas’s blanket, he thinks to himself: why does eliott never bring a blanket? why does he always sit on mine and not on someone else’s? but in the end, if he is honest with himself, it’s not enough, not really. those are all signs that eliott is an amazing friend, and that lucas is one of his best friends. all those little gestures are by no means a love declaration.

that fact gets proven once again when eliott starts to talk about a girl he met, lucille.

‘she works in that café i always go to when i need to write; you know? around the corner from my place.’

lucas nods. he does know. he loves to come with him and work on his thesis while eliott works on his own projects. he didn’t realize eliott had been going without him.

‘she’s so nice, i went by on my own this week because i really needed to get some work done, you know, minimal distractions. and when i went to pay my bill, she asked me about what I was working on and we got talking. we ended up exchanging numbers.’

eliott leaned back as he talked, lying on the grass, eyes closed. lucas was grateful for that, giving him some moments to gather his thoughts and get his face together.

‘oh, that’s… great, eliott.’

he knows how he sounds, and he knows that eliott won’t buy it, but he just. he can’t pretend. it stings. this is the moment he has been dreading for so long, in the back o his mind he has been waiting for it, really. the moment eliott would find someone he is interested enough to actually date, not just a quick hook up.

eliott blinks up at him then, raising a hand to shield his eyes when he looks at him. ‘hey, what’s wrong?’

lucas quickly shakes his head, turning away. he bits his lip in a futile attempt to get himself together.

‘nothing.’

eliott kicks his ankle lightly, ‘if this is about me wanting to work without a distraction, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean it in a bad way, you’re the good kind of distracting. i just… had a deadline. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.’

a part of him wants to scream, wants to shout ‘can’t you tell that I am in love with you?! that you’re breaking my heart as we speak?’ but a bigger part of him knows that will only fuck up what they have.

‘yoooo lulu!’

sometimes, he really fucking loves bas. like now, for example, when him and arthur come strolling through the park towards their blanket, beer and music on tow.

‘yann texted just now, he’s on his way. how’s it hanging?’ bas high-fives them both before settling down across from them.

thankfully, eliott changes the subject, telling the boys that lucas was getting cranky because of the lack of beer. it doesn’t take long before arthur and bas jump onto the ‘favorite stories about cranky lucas’ bandwagon, and all is well in world again. if he gets a little more drunk than usual because he feels eliott’s stare linger the rest of the night, he can’t be blamed.

when he gets home that night, stumbling and squinting, he falls asleep faster than he has in months. he sleeps a dreamless sleep, and is brutally awoken the next morning by his phone pinging again and again.

rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he reaches for it. his heart beats faster and faster when he sees that it’s eliott.

lucas, i don’t know what i did wrong but i do know that something isn’t okay. this is the first time i feel like you aren’t keeping to our promise. please let me know what’s going on, i hate seeing you like this.

oh god, now eliott thinks he did something wrong. he needs to set this right, now. lucas dials his number immediately.

‘hi’ eliott sounds scratchy and a little nervous.

‘uhm, hi. i’m sorry, i was being an ass yesterday. can we maybe meet up? in say, an hour?’

lucas doesn’t have a game plan, but figures it will come to him when he sees him. it might be time to fess up. the thought terrifies him as much as it sounds like it might be a relieve to finally have it out in the open. get it over with.

‘sure, that sounds good. i’ll come to yours?’

the thought of him opening up to eliott while he is in his own room doesn’t sound like a good idea, he much rather be able to leave when things get awkward.

‘no, uhm, i think it’s better if i come to yours.’

‘okay. i’ll see you soon then.’

he takes a deep breath, quickly gets himself ready, and goes.

when he gets to eliott’s apartment, he feels like he’s having an outer body experience. someone is ringing the bell, yet he can’t believe it’s actually him that’s standing there, about to come clean about his feelings.

here goes nothing.

the door opens up almost right away, it’s as if eliott has been waiting on the other side. he’s got dark circles under his eyes, the kind that makes lucas’s hands itch, makes him want to reach out and smooth all the lines and worries out of his face.

‘hi, come on in.’

eliott walks into the living room and sits down on his couch, waiting for lucas to join him. he does.

‘right, so, first of all, I’m sorry for reacting so stupidly yesterday-‘

‘you’re not stupid’

‘please, eliott, it was stupid. and i didn’t say i am stupid, now did i?’

‘okay, okay’

‘as i was saying, i am sorry, i don’t really know how to say this other than to say that i freaked out. i am happy that you met someone you like, eliott, i really am happy or you. i just… i don’t know, it was a lot to take in, i guess.’

‘wait, lucas, i think you got the wrong idea. yes, i met someone, and she is nice, but i don’t like her like that. i just like her because we got some interests in common and it’s nice to talk with someone who knows exactly why i would be thrilled to finish a certain piece of writing.’

oh. oh.

‘oh. i mean. okay, i get that, yeah. wow i feel… really stupid now.’

he feels all his blood rush through his cheeks as he tries to get up.

‘wait’ eliott grabs his arm and gently tugs him back onto the couch, his hand lingering, not letting go. Lucas doesn’t dare to look up at him.

‘can i ask… why was it so hard for you? imagining me falling for someone?’

lucas lets out a big exhale before he forces himself to look eliott in the eyes.

‘are you really going to make me say it?’

eliott looks back at him, a sea of emotions floods his face, ‘i think i really need you to, yes.’ He whispers.

and this is it. the moment he has been dreading but that he can no longer avoid.

‘because i’m in love with you, eliott. crazy, desperately in love. i really don’t want this to ruin our friendship because you’re without a doubt the most important person in my life, so please don’t freak out. but yeah. i’m in love with you.’

he breaks their eye contact when he sees eliott’s panicking look and starts to fidget with the hem of his shirt instead.

‘fuck.’ it comes out in a rush, and lucas hates it, hates hearing eliott like this, hates the fact that he is in this alone, hates everything about this situation.

‘i’m sorry, okay. i understand if you maybe need some time alone or if you want a break from hanging out with me or whatever.’

‘lucas, that is the last thing i want.’

the sureness in eliott’s voice makes him tilt his head up in confusion.

‘it is?’ his voice is fragile, but he doesn’t care, because. maybe.

‘yes, of course it is.’ eliott takes in a deep breath before he continues, ‘i’m in love with you too.’

the words sound foreign to him, like he can’t quite believe it’s real, that eliott truly is telling him he feels the same, but his heart wants it so bad. he can feel his smile take over his entire face.

they look at each other, then, both stunned by the sudden turn of events, before they both burst out into laughter.

‘wow. we really are idiots, huh?’

‘i guess we are.’

he scoots over a little bit until he can feel eliott’s knee against his own, eyes scanning his face until they land on his lips. in the end, he doesn’t know who makes the first move, and in the end, it doesn’t matter. in the end, it’s lucas and eliott, lips sliding together, hands tangling in hair, sparking a new hope inside of him. they’ve got a lot of time to make up for, and as eliott pulls him into his lap, he somehow knows that he is thinking the same thing.

#skam france #elu fic #my fic #i am so sorry that this is so late soph!!! i got distracted by various other projects shdfjsh #i hope you like it! 💖#sophsfaves

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