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purrincess-chat · 3 years

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH13

When Alya is so close, but so far. Will she sus out Lila this time around? Stay tuned ;)

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Chapter 13: Sorry Not Sorry

“Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated another supervillain with the help of their new sidekick Malin.”

Alya hugged her knees to her chest, the news footage broadcasting on TV. Ladybug had given out the fox Miraculous again, only this time, she didn't pick her.

“Al? You okay?”

Alya blinked, turning to Nino who sat beside her wearing a worried crease on his brow. She swallowed the lump in her throat and shrugged.

“I…” She shifted back to the TV. “I don’t know.”

“You’re upset.”

It was a statement, not a question. Alya bit her lip as tears welled in her eyes before burying her face in his shirt with a nod.

“She picked someone else!” she wailed. “Why didn’t she come to me?”

Nino wrapped his arms around her, leaning his head against hers. “Maybe she didn’t have time,” he reasoned. “The akuma was on the other side of town, so maybe she needed someone close.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right…” She sniffled. “Maybe I’m overreacting.”

“Ladybug and Lila are bffs, so why don’t you ask Lila to talk to her for you?” Nino suggested.

Or so she said.

Alya pursed her lips. She didn’t know what to believe anymore when it came to Lila. Adrien hated lying, and so did Marinette. But everything just seemed too convenient. There was no doubt in her mind that Marinette thought she was telling the truth, but how much were her feelings for Adrien clouding her judgment? And if Adrien was getting his stories from Marinette…

There was only one way to find out if Lila was telling the truth once and for all—the one person who Alya trusted to tell the truth above all else.

“I’ll ask Lila if she can set up an interview for me,” she said. “Then I can ask Ladybug myself.”

“Good. That’s my girl.” Nino brushed a tear from her cheek. “You know I’m always here for you.”

“I know.” Alya stretched up to touch her lips to his.

“I love you no matter what, Al.”

“Yeah. I love you too.”

♪♫♪ peace ♪♫♪

“Wait, so what happened?” Adrien asked.

The warm spring sun cast glistening rays across the Seine while Adrien reclined on a bench, chatting over ice cream with Marinette. It was the first time he’d seen her since visiting Macy’s house, and he’d missed a lot in a few short days. Lightning round catch-up sessions seemed to be the new norm for them. Between Marinette changing schools and Adrien’s packed schedule, finding time to see each other was almost impossible.

“I don’t know really,” Marinette said. “I was walking home from Martin’s house, and Gabrielle latched onto me. She was being followed by some creepy guys.”

“Did you report it?”

“Well, no…” Marinette admitted, taking a sheepish lick of her ice cream. “We got away, and nothing else happened.”

“You should have gone with Eliott and Macy. What if something had happened to you?” Adrien scolded. The thought made his blood boil.

“I know, but if I hadn’t been there, something could have happened to Gabrielle. I know she’s mean, but I don’t want her getting hurt.” She lowered her gaze.

Adrien breathed a small sigh, then smiled. “Well, I’m glad you’re alright. I’d hate for you to get hurt too,” he said. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

Her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink. “R-Really?”

“Lila’s still parading around like she owns the place, and whenever I walk around the school now, I think about how you used to sit in the courtyard with Alya or hang out in the art room with Alix and Nathaniel…” His voice trailed off. “I know why you left, and I’m glad you did if it makes you happier, but I won’t lie and say I don’t miss you.”

“I miss too! I mean, you. You too. I miss you too,” Marinette stammered.

“Maybe I should transfer to your new school. Then I’d be away from Lila, and we won’t have to have these quick catch-up sessions,” Adrien said. “What do you think? Would I look good in all gray?”

“You look good in everything,” she said, then quickly added, “I-I mean, your dad is a famous fashion designer, so of course you always look fine. Not fine like, hey, you fine, but just fine, ya know?” She shoved a big spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

“Thanks.” He chuckled.

Something about the rosiness in her cheeks made him giddy. After the past few weeks, he wanted to make her smile too. Too often now, the sparkle in her eyes was a dull reflection of what it once was. She may put on a happy face, but Adrien had hid enough sorrow in his life to know when someone was still hurting. Feeling bold, he reached out to brush the corner of her mouth with his cone, smearing orange ice cream across her upper lip.

“Hey!” She flinched away with a giggle.

Marinette even attempted to return the favor with her own ice cream, but Adrien blocked her playful attempts easily, grasping her hand in his own to keep it away from his face. Their giggles stopped short when their struggling brought them face-to-face, lips inches apart.

Something in her eyes resonated with him, a glowing sense of longing and wonder that made his heart race. Marinette was precious to him. She always had been ever since they met. He never noticed before, but something always brought him back to her—an invisible string tying them together. Being next to her felt right. Safe. Warm. She was a cozy cottage offering him refuge from the cold with her glowing fires, but he didn’t want to be the only one soaking in the warmth. He wanted to be her refuge too.

He wasn’t sure what came over him, and he’d spend the next several hours attempting to decipher his next actions. His gaze flicked down to the ice cream melting against her lips, and he leaned in, breath hitching as their noses brushed. She closed her eyes, tilting her head ever-so-slightly, but they flew open again as he trailed his thumb across her lip.

She faltered as he pulled away, face falling into one hand. Ragged breaths heaved her chest, and she clutched her shirt tightly. Had he gone too far?

“Sorry, that was dumb,” he said with a wince. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no!” she insisted, waving her arms. “Just I thought that…”

“Thought what?”

“I thought that…you were going to kiss me,” she said.

Now his cheeks were the ones burning. “Oh.”

“It’s fine. It just took me by surprise. That’s all.” She averted her gaze, shoulders slumping as she shoved a tiny spoonful into her mouth.

It wasn’t an absurd assumption to make now that he thought about it. He really was bad at this sort of thing, but now that she mentioned it…

“Do you want to?” he asked.

She blinked, turning back to him. “Do I want to what?”

“Kiss me.”

Her eyes widened, and she stared at him, speechless. What was he thinking? Of course she didn’t want to kiss him! Besides, he was in love with Ladybug. At least, he had been… No! He was in love with Ladybug. There was no denying it, but after spending so much time with Marinette…

He wasn’t sure who leaned in first. Maybe him. Marinette’s magnetism always drew him in whether he was aware of it or not. Was she drawn to him in the same way too? The way her fluttery lashes hooded over her eyes when their noses touched made him think so.

Should he stop? Did he want to stop? He didn’t know. Everything was jumbled, but her breath was warm on his lips, tasting of blackberries and vanilla. Perhaps they could build one cabin together and share the warmth of their flames. Maybe then they’d both be safe.

A city groundskeeper cranked on a leaf blower just before their lips touched. They jolted apart, Marinette physically shifting several centimeters away from him, clutching her chest. Silence stretched between them, deafened by the roar of the leaf blower. Hearts hammering, lips tingling, neither one was able to look at the other.

Adrien’s mind whirled. He’d almost kissed Marinette. And he was okay with it. In fact, he was disappointed that they hadn’t kissed. Did he dare try again? What did this mean for his feelings for Ladybug? Was he in love with Marinette?

The questions racing through his mind screeched to a halt, singling in on that one thought. In love with Marinette. No. She was just…

A friend? He was starting to have his doubts. Was there anyone else that he would go to bat for like Marinette? Adrien had fallen further than he ever thought capable in the past few weeks, done things he wasn’t proud of, but would do over again in a heartbeat if it brought her some relief. He wasn’t an expert, but those things didn’t seem platonic to him anymore. So the question remained.

“Marinette, I-” The buzz of her phone cut him off, and she fumbled to retrieve it from her purse with a shaking hand.

“Oh.” She stood up. “I have to go. Martin and I have a group project to work on this afternoon.”

His heart sank. “No worries. It was nice to catch up with you for a while.”

“Yeah, it was. It was nice…” She pursed her lips.

“Can I see you again soon?”

Her eyes found his, timid and uncertain, and a smile curled on her lips. She leaned down to kiss his cheek, eyes sparkling the way he remembered. “I’ll see you soon.”

Adrien watched her go, the electricity of her kiss stinging his cheek. Who was Marinette to him? He wasn’t sure anymore, but the pounding of his heart was evidence enough that things were changing.

♪♫♪ All the Boys ♪♫♪

“Tilt your head to the left more.”

The park across from Marinette’s house buzzed with children, and Marinette’s cheeks burned as Martin’s camera clicked with each photo. When Mme. Pierre paired them for an art project, she hadn’t anticipated being a model, but with her design skills and Martin’s love of photography, a photoshoot just made sense. Martin was gentle with his commands, and having seen his work before, there was no doubt they’d turn out amazing. Still, Marinette vastly preferred staying on the designing end of fashion.

With one last click, Martin paused to review his camera roll. “That’s good for now. You can take a break.”

“Great.” Marinette breathed a sigh of relief, happy to have the camera out of her face. “I don’t know how Adrien does it. Modeling is so awkward.”

“Don’t say that. You’ve done a really good job,” Martin assured her.

“Can I take a look?” She nodded at the camera in his hands.

“Sure. I’m gonna grab a different lens for our next take.” He retreated to his bag while Marinette sifted through the photos.

Even though she felt stiff and unnatural while posing, Martin managed to capture her from all the right angles. She almost didn’t recognize herself in some of them. Was this how Adrien felt all the time? Was the dreamy-eyed boy on posters around town a stranger to him as well? She already felt self-conscious after only a few photos. How Adrien kept his confidence with his face plastered all over Paris was beyond her.

“Oh!” She reached the end of their photos, but the next image brought a smile to her lips.

Martin had taken some photos to test his new camera when they’d visited him last. Most of them were silly, but Martin had captured a particularly candid photo of Macy. Light from the window illuminated her hair, casting shadows across her cheeks from her long lashes. It was beautiful, and Marinette could see why Martin took it.

“What do you think so far? I was thinking for our next set we could try to get Notre Dame in the background, and- What?” Martin paused to quirk a brow at Marinette’s smirk.

“I was just scrolling, and I came across this picture of Macy from last week. It’s a really good photo, you should show her-”

Martin’s cheeks flushed, and he snatched the camera from her grasp. Seeming to realize the forcefulness of his actions, he flashed her an apologetic wince.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to peek,” she said.

“No, no, it’s fine. I…actually can I tell you something?” he asked.

Marinette took a seat on a nearby bench and patted the space beside her with an encouraging nod, and Martin sank next to her stiffly.

“You probably don’t care, but I want to ask for your opinion…” He curled his shoulders.

“Why wouldn’t I care?” Marinette asked, then with a smile added, “What’s on your mind?”

“Well…I kind of like Macy as more than a friend.” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks as rosy as Ladybug’s super suit. “Is that weird?”

“Aww, Martin,” Marinette cooed. “Of course it’s not weird. Why would it be?”

“I dunno. Just…she didn’t know I took that picture of her, but I just couldn’t help it,” he said.

“Well, I’m not exactly sure I’m one to judge. I used to have a ton of pictures of Adrien all over my walls,” Marinette admitted. “So I think one picture is fine.”

Martin shifted his gaze to his lap, tapping his fingers on the camera. “I transferred here last year, and the first time I heard Macy sing I thought she was really beautiful,” Martin said. “I never thought she’d notice me until you came along.”

“That’s so sweet, Martin!” Marinette said. “I’m sure she’ll notice you if you put yourself out there.”

“I dunno…” he said. “She likes really handsome, popular guys like Adrien. I don’t think she’d ever look at me that way.”

Marinette bit her tongue, thinking back to what Eliott told her after his rehearsal a few days before. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re a really sweet guy, Martin, and I’m sure you’ll turn her head one of these days. Try talking to her more, and let her get to know the real you.”

“Thanks, Marinette. I’m still getting used to all of this. I’ve never had friends like this before, and I’m really glad I met you,” Martin said with a smile.

This time it was her turn to blush. “I hope everything works out between you and Macy.”

“I hope the same for you and Adrien.”

Now there was a thought to get her heart racing. What was that earlier? Was Adrien really going to kiss her? Did this mean he loved her too? Did she dare even dream? She wasn’t sure anymore. Just like Martin, all she could do was hope her feelings would be reciprocated someday.

♪♫♪ Falling Down ♪♫♪

Alya’s shoulders were stiff as she entered the school on Monday. Her peers chatted about the new hero, Rena Rouge’s legacy long forgotten. She kept her head low as she headed to the locker rooms.

“Hey, best friend,” Lila greeted with a smile.

“Hey, can I talk to you in private for a minute?” Alya asked.

Lila sobered. “Of course,” she said with an unmistakable hint of caution. She followed Alya to a secluded corner of the courtyard. “What’s up?”

“You’re friends with Ladybug, right?” Alya asked.

“Yeah, we’re like this.” Lila crossed her fingers. “Why?”

“Well, with the new superhero… I just wanted to get some inside deets for my blog. What’s the story? What happened to Rena Rouge? That sort of thing,” Alya said carefully.

“Oh, is that all?” Lila relaxed. “Well, she usually consults me before she picks a new hero because she values my input. I don’t know all of the details on Malin, but I can totally ask for you.”

“Actually, could you set up an interview for me? My viewers are dying to know the scoop.” Alya pressed her palms together.

“Totally. I’ll let her know you want to interview her after the next akuma. I’m sure she won’t mind,” Lila said.

“Thanks, girl. You’re the best.”

Lila smiled and hugged her tightly. “Don’t you forget it.”

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fatoujallovv · 3 years

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a smooch on the forehead from me and lulu before we get started 😚

I'm so so happy that I finally decided to become active here over the summer because I have made amazing friends and being here has brought so so much positivity and joy to my life 🥺💛 without all the mutuals and followers I’ve gained this year, without learning to gif and experimenting with making all types of creations, I definitely wouldn’t have made it to the point now where I can confidently say that I am working towards being the happiest I’ve ever been. thank you all so so much, I love every last one of you endlessly 💛💛💛💛

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maggielindemanns · 4 years

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all mixed up - an elu social media au

summary: it’s simple really - eliott meets a guy at the bar, that guy gives him a fake number, and that fake number just so happens to belong to lucas. the rest is history.

[note: let me tell you guys, i fought w this formatting for like . HOURS . before getting it to look nice like idk man this really gave me a run for my money LMAOOO but without further ado here is the 80:20 writing to sm chap 25 of amu !!!!! i hope the cropping and stuff is okay and thank you for EVERYTHINNNNGG i cannot thank you enough or put into words how much i love love loveeee you guyssss🥺💛]

7:27 PM

As the four of them walked into the restaurant, Lucas felt actually okay for the first time in a few days. A lot was on his mind - his final grades didn’t all go in yet, he had to pack and head back to his mom’s in a week and a half, and he couldn’t stop thinking about Eliott. But when he walked through the doors with his three best friends bantering around him and a mini birthday hat on his head supplied by Basile, everything felt okay.

Arthur told the hostess they had a reservation under ‘Lallemant’, and she grabbed some menus before leading them to the table. As they got closer and closer, he realized the hostess only set two small menus down at a smaller square table rather than four in their usual booth setting.

“Guys,” he started to say, “this is a table for two.”

“Oh, we know,” Yann told him, him and the others seeming unbothered by the idea.

“You know? Then where are you all gonna sit?”

“At my house.”

“At your—what?”

“We’re going to Yann’s, Lulu,” Bas repeated, guiding him to sit in one of the chairs. “You’re gonna sit here and look gorgeous, per usual. We love you, okay, this is out of love.” He kissed Lucas’ cheek before starting to walk away with Arthur and Yann, giving Lucas no chance to oppose.

Great, he thought to himself, on the one day I thought I could catch a break, here they come throwing another curveball. Just fantastic. He pulled the hat off of his head, putting it on the table in front of him, thinking about how his birthday was proving to be a stark contrast in comparison to Eliott’s.

Eliott. His mind kept going back to the thought of him, the thought of their first date. His bed, his terrible attempt at making eggs, his shirt Lucas went home in, kissing him, the way he’d stare before just reaching out to touch him. My muse, my love, and my life, he said. My soulmate, if you will. Always and forever. Lucas couldn’t believe he really messed up with him this bad. He’d give anything for a second chance, for a chance to take it all back and just keep things easy.

He heard someone pulling the chair out across from him and that snapped him out of his thoughts, making him look up. His eyes widened when he realized what he was seeing — none other than Eliott Demaury sitting across from him and looking through the menu casually. As if the sight of him wasn’t enough to knock the breath out of Lucas’ lungs after all this time. He was scruffy, as if he hadn’t shaved in the last few weeks, and his button down and blazer combo was really doing something to Lucas.

“Eliott...” he said finally, making Eliott look up at him. Words left Lucas’ brain as soon as their eyes met for real.

“Did you order already?” he asked in lieu of an actual explanation for this. Lucas just stared at him, and Eliott started smiling. For what, Lucas was unsure. “You’re blushing so much, are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, yes,” he assured, shifting in his seat. “You just—I don’t understand.”

“That I’m having dinner with you on your birthday? Surprise.”

“No, that you’re here right now. I...fucked up so bad with you, Eliott, and you’re...here.”

“You didn’t. We’ll talk, okay? I just...wanted to see you.” Lucas’ heart panged at that, thinking about how all this time, that’s probably all Eliott wanted in the very least. To see him. Eliott probably sensed that Lucas was thinking too hard about that, because he added, “More importantly, that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“Your dumb, smiley one.”

“I do not have a dumb, smiley one, stop,” he bantered, picking up his menu. Eliott looked down at his own and started to smile, thinking Lucas wasn’t looking. But he was, of course he was. He didn’t want to miss another moment with him.

8:42 PM

“One shot for the birthday boy, c’mon. I’m driving, you can do it.”

Lucas ran his finger along the rim of the smaller glass, squinting at Eliott challengingly. Eliott squinted back and Lucas sat back in his chair.

“Trying to get me drunk, Demaury?” he asked teasingly.

“I am not, I would never. Just...was it even your birthday if you didn’t take a shot?”

“I guess not.”

“So make it official, baby, seal the deal.”

Baby. Lucas’ brain felt like it short circuited at that, and to stop himself from dwelling on it, he threw the shot back, making a face afterward. Eliott gave him a small applause and he shook his head, smiling.

“That was awful.”

“You just thought about it too hard.”

“I think about a lot of stuff too hard.” It came out before he could think to not say it, and Eliott raised an eyebrow at that. He didn’t say anything, but that was enough for Lucas to know he agreed. “I really get in my own head about things, and then I think I’m helping myself by being fifty million steps ahead out of sheer...panic and stupidity.”

“You don’t have to...do this, Lucas,” Eliott started to say, “I know I said we’d talk, but—“

“I want to, please let me,” Lucas interrupted, and Eliott did. “I told you, good things fail out on me. When I felt like you were someone I really wanted, I panicked. I felt like I loved you, and it freaked me out. The thought still freaks me out, because I still feel it. But...I shouldn’t have pushed you away because of it. You said you wished I talked to you, and I wish I did too. Because everything was just...a million times worse when I didn’t. And I really could’ve lost the best thing that happened to me because of it. So I guess this is my long winded way of telling you I’m the most sorry, ever.”

Eliott didn’t say anything at first, just held out his hands across the table. Lucas hesitantly placed his hands in Eliott’s and took a deep breath, not looking at him.

“Hey,” Eliott said, giving his hands a squeeze. “Look at me.” Lucas lifted his gaze from the table to meet his eyes. Eliott’s face was soft and his eyes were attentive, letting Lucas know he had his undivided like always. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re not a bad person for being freaked out, you’re human and I get it. You don’t have to be sorry, at all. But...I want you to know that I’m in this with you for real. Like...I can’t even explain how in love with you and in this with you I am.”

“I’m in love with you, too.“

“Present tense again,” Eliott said, more like a comment than an actual response. Lucas tilted his head a bit, furrowing his brow, and Eliott picked up on him needing clarification. “You’ve said you loved me in the present tense twice now.”

“Because it’s...true. I do love you, really. Guess you could say I’m on a roll tonight.”

As much as it was a scary idea for him, it really was true. He loved Eliott then and he loves him now. It was a little overwhelming to admit it out loud and a heady feeling to know it was reciprocated. But he liked it. A lot. And the smile that grew on Eliott’s face made it all the better.

“Guess you could.”

”We should leave,” Lucas suggested after a few beats of silence, and Eliott seemed confused for a moment.

“You wanna go home already?”

“In a way.”

“In a—oh. Oh. Oh, yeah, we can go home, yes,” Eliott agreed, and how immediately flustered he got at that made Lucas laugh. He made a mental reminder to let the guys know that they would not be seeing him later, but tomorrow. And to thank them for making this the best birthday ever.

[TWENTY FOUR || TWENTY SIX]

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kamil-a · 2 years

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i hope at some point in these large games we get to see ace & elliot interacting bc theyre weirdly very mirrored foils? in my head, anyway? i cant help but see them as foils, the way theyre both portrayed as sort of clumsy and dumb at first glance but one of them is clumsy maliciously and one of them just has really wellintentioned excited dog kind of energy. both surprisingly emotionally intelligent and offer really good insights to alice- both of them, for example, pick up on "hey are you SURE you actually like your sister", but where ace wants her to be sad So he can protect her from the sadness, eliott wants to protect her from the sadness which Unfortunately means she is sad. ace will flip out if you even a little imply a person has individual worth, elliot intends to literally take his individuality to the grave.... and i am just sort of taking for granted that they have History in that very same department, ill be VERY surprised if ace wasnt the one who dragged elliot to TIME PRISON for the crime of disrupting the endless replacableness of his friend.

#wait omg do wonderlanders know what graves are. they have no need for that kind of thing #JDKGKH wl zombie movies where you see the zombie burrow underground before popping out bc they dont know how itd get there otherwise #thoughtful honking

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ayellowcurtain · 3 years

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Could you write some elu where eliott loves it when lucas takes control of him in the bedroom? In the most loving way cus y'know soul mates

TW: Eliott is having an episode here, so there’s a little bit of hypersexual behavior, and hints of a manic episode

Lucas feels exhausted but he doesn’t even know why. Maybe he does, but he shouldn’t, because there are some things in life he can’t control. It’s like his brain is burnt out, tired of overthinking, of filling with questions with no answers, and his body is full of a tiring energy, needing to be spent like his brain is, so he can feel somewhat like one again.

He looks at his hand, flipping his keys on his palm, finally opening the door to his home with Eliott. It’s a surprise to find him there, sitting on the couch for the first time in what it feels like forever, Eliott’s eyes focusing on him, still tired, but wide awake.

“Hi...” He tries, not sure if he’ll get an answer. Lucas puts his bag down right next to the door, taking his shoes and socks off.

“Hey...” Eliott replies, and Lucas looks at him, relieved to hear his voice. He doesn’t sound like himself yet, but they’ve been together for long enough for Lucas to recognize this deeper, slower voice that makes Lucas feels like he’s annoying Eliott by talking to him. It still feels like home too. Eliott got home completely sober last night again, but his voice was hoarsed, almost a whisper, and Lucas guessed it was from talking loudly over the music all night long, painting some part of the city Lucas doesn’t know.

He takes his jacket off, hanging behind the door and grabs a big bottle of water before going to sit on the couch, crossing his legs, drinking a little bit of water to see if it makes Eliott want to drink some too, it would probably help.

“How was your day?” Lucas cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, still feeling a little exposed and raw.

They had sex this morning, it was amazing like it always is because it’s him and Eliott, but they both know Eliott is having an episode. He keeps looking at Lucas in that way that makes all his hair everywhere go up. It’s not hungry or really horny, but just way too deep inside Lucas, about to start all over again just to keep his mind busy, his energy out, doing something they really like doing to see if it helps ending his episode quicker.

Lucas doesn’t feel used because Eliott is present enough, constantly telling Lucas how much loves him, how much they’re good together, and Lucas likes sex with him too much to ever not want to do it, but he knows they shouldn’t. One of them has to be more responsible every once in a while. And so he has to just stand his ground for the both of them.

He just feels horrible because, no matter how hard he tries, he’ll never fully understand how it feels, what’s going on inside Eliott’s head.

“’m okay.” Eliott mumbles, slipping down on the couch, wearing the same sweatpants he found on the ground this morning, wearing nothing underneath, Lucas couldn’t stop watching while he wiggled his legs a little, pulling his pants up.

Lucas drinks more water, offering it to Eliott and he shakes his head, his eyes glued to the wall in front of them, with a few of his sketches hanging there.

Eliott moves slowly, easing his way while crawling to lie on top of Lucas, slipping down a little as Eliott moves closer and closer, lying under his tall and hot boyfriend, still with just a few hours of sleep in days. And Lucas isn’t any better. They’re just tired for different reasons. Eliott for being out and about almost every night, and Lucas for waiting, worrying every night even though he knew Eliott was fine, and with friends.

“Why do you like when I take control when we’re having sex?” Lucas blurts out without meaning to. Eliott doesn’t flinch or smile or tease him like he usually would with a conversation like this.

It’s just a thing he’s noticed more during this episode. They’ll forget about everything else, kissing and sneaking theirs hands inside each other’s clothes, and they stumble to bed or the table or the couch, and suddenly, Eliott will constantly be waiting for what Lucas will do, how he wants to go about things.

“You and I both know you’re taller, but not stronger, and you still takes the initiative 99% of the time, and you’re full of energy and...everything. You like this part, the slow teasing game of kissing and taking each other’s clothes off.”

Eliott fits them together a little better while listening, wanting to show Lucas his state, clearly, hoping they can move on to more action and less talking, but Lucas tries to ignore it, fighting his own wants, trying to piece his words together.

“And this morning and yesterday...I can tell when you’re different, you know?”

Eliott looks down, seeming to understand he won’t have his way right now. He slowly crawls back, and sits on the couch, adjusting his pants.

“I know.”

“I’m not that dumb, so I’m just wondering.” Lucas sits back, feeling ashamed for, in a way, saying no, trading making love with his boyfriend with a stupid conversation he might not have if Eliott still doesn’t feel like talking, “Talk to me...”

Lucas tries to take the initiative again, sitting closer to Eliott, as close as they can be.

Please talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, please, explain so I can understand! Lucas repeats like a mantra inside his head, hoping Eliott can read his mind like he’s used to.

“I wish I didn’t have to think about every move I make in my life. Everything I do, everything I say, I have to measure everything, to make sure I’m not dragging myself to the edge again. I hate control, Lucas. I hate people controlling me and I have having to constantly control myself. Sometimes I just want to let go and be reckless like anyone else can.” Eliott talks fast, a little too fast, but Lucas manages to understand.

Lucas tries to listen carefully, to put himself as much in Eliott’s shoes as possible. He has a pretty good idea of how much Eliott hates be controlled, but it still not happening to him so it’ll never be the same. That’s why Lucas values hearing it from Eliott so much.

“And yeah, I try to do everything right, but sometimes it’ll happen.” Lucas looks up at Eliott staring into his eyes, “I’ve warned you, Lucas.”

He nods his head, holding Eliott’s hand in between his, “Yeah, and I said I would rather have you than nothing at all.”

There’s not much they can do. Lucas saw Eliott taking his medication every day this week. He didn’t look happy about it, more like he was trying to prove to Lucas he was doing everything he could. In a few days he’ll go see his doctor, and Lucas will make sure to go with him, having his own questions this time.

He doesn’t know what to do every time, and sometimes he also doesn’t want to think, to analyze the right choice to make for the both of them.

Lucas gets up slowly, feeling tired and tense, needing some distraction, to feel loved and to show Eliott he’s loved, no matter what. He offers his hand, and Eliott looks up, holding it without questions.

“Come to bed.”

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

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lallemanting · 4 years

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We're all still reeling from saying goodbye, so let's try to focus on something more positive. What are your ten (or more if you want) headcanons for Elu's future?

hello!! 💙 goodness writing these out made me miss them so much. some of these are dumb I apologize, but they’re the first things that popped into my head

1. eliott really wants to be a plant parent but he cannot remember to water them so lucas ends up taking over because it makes eliott smile when the plants are doing well

2. they get a dog!! (this one should be obvious lol) lucas suggests a chocolate lab because of the story eliott told him, but you know eliott would see one (1) facebook post about a stray puppy that needed a home and that would be it

3. the first time lucas meets eliott’s uni friends (🙃), he beats eliott to the café. but eliott’s friends have seen so many pictures of lucas (i.e. been forced to look at them) they immediately recognize him and call him over

4. lucas leaves little love notes on post its around their apartment for eliott to find. it started when eliott was feeling down but then just becomes a habit (mostly because eliott comes to him with the biggest grin on his face to kiss him silly whenever he finds them)

5. eliott and lucas’ mom get along really well like to the point that sometimes lucas will try to tell eliott something his mom told him and eliott will be like “oh yeah that? she texted me about it yesterday” (lucas finds it very endearing)

6. they live abroad for a year or two because eliott gets a dream job offer and lucas wants him to be able to take it. lucas complains about how france has better bread but they’re both just happy to be doing something like that together

7. when they decide to get engaged, eliott sets out to plan the perfect proposal. but before he even gets the chance to really decide on anything, lucas asks him first, having had a plan (and ring) for quite a while now

8. eliott is really big on making traditions for the two of them: yearly vacations, christmas plans, that kind of thing. partly because he’s cheesy like that and partly because he knows lucas never really had that growing up and eliott wants to give it to him now

9. when they have kids lucas is definitely the more protective parent (in the sense that he worries more). eliott also expects lucas to be able to put his foot down more when it comes to the kids, but it turns out they’re both kind of pushovers

10. you know those things on twitter that are like send this weird thing to your partner and see what they say? lucas sends every one to eliott trying to get some funny response but eliott replies too sweetly and lucas pretends to be annoyed about it but it’s actually his favorite thing (for the record eliott would 100% still date lucas if he was a worm)

#this made me so emo lol #elu #skam france #my writing

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surrealsunday · 3 years

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A Christmas Mood Tattoo snippet…

Notes: Merry Christmas to anyone celebrating! Enjoy this little snippet from our Mood Tattoo babies. It takes place just a few months after they’ve moved in together, but before they go away to Japan and get engaged.

There should be a part 2 of this coming that I intend on being longer – that will be NYE themed. This was just a little intro to get me into the writing zone again. I hope you enjoy!

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“Eli, it’s freezing.”

Eliott turns back to look at Lucas. From how his boyfriend is bundled up, scarf wrapped around his head in a way that allows only his eyes to be visible above it, one would think Eliott had dragged him out in the middle of a Russian winter. The temperatures have dipped below zero, but it’s hardly as cold as Lucas would lead someone to believe. Eliott’s just thankful the scarf is blocking the pout he knows lies beneath it. It’s impossible to resist Lucas when he pouts. As it is, he’s doing a pretty impressive job of conveying that pout with wide-eyed, watery eyes. But Eliott is determined enough to resist him… for now.

“Baby,” he begins, delighted by the way Lucas immediately huffs, “it’s not that much further. But if you want to turn back now, we can.” He knows exactly what he’s doing, and maybe it’s a little unfair. He knows Lucas won’t ask to turn back when Eliott is excited to go, but offering the option still feels like the right thing to do.

Lucas doesn’t answer. Making a small sound beneath his scarf – definitely a harumph – he grabs Eliott’s gloved hand in his own and continues walking. “Tell me about this thing again. ‘Cause if we wanted to watch a movie, we could have done it at home, under a blanket, with hot chocolate and blowjobs.”

Eliott chokes on a laugh. “God, I love your idea of a night in.” Lucas glances over at him, a smile clear in the crinkles beside his eyes. “And it’s not a movie. It’s a sound and light installation,” Eliott continues. “Remember that patient a week or so back who had the meniscectomy? She told me about this. She knows someone involved with the set up. Laura.”

Lucas nods. “The one who wanted to bone you.”

Eliott snorts immediately. “She did not want to bone me.”

“She definitely wanted to bone you.”

Eliott sighs, too charmed to be annoyed by Lucas’s stubborn belief that everyone Eliott meets wants to sleep with him. It’s hard to be mad about it when it really just comes down to Lucas’s belief that anyone who doesn’t want to sleep with Eliott must be a moron. “She was at least ten years older than me.”

“Yeah. And she wanted to get herself a piece of that.”

Eliott laughs, unable to help himself from stopping and reaching for Lucas, pulling him closer by his coat. “Get herself a piece of that?” He teases. “A piece of me? What piece exactly?”

Lucas rolls his eyes. His scarf has slipped down slightly to reveal the tip of his nose and his cheeks, both rosy pink from the cold. Eliott moves his hands up to cup his face, brushing thumbs against the flush of his cheeks.

“Don’t know why she’d want to,” Lucas grumps. A piece of his hair falls down, catching in his eyelashes and Eliott moves a hand up to brush it back, tangling his fingers in the strands. “Pain in my ass, you are,” Lucas continues with a huff, “dragging me around in the cold when we have to be up to work a full shift tomorrow and it’s Christmas, so you know it’s gonna be extra hellish and –” Eliott cuts him off with a kiss, pressing their cold lips together in what was meant to be a soft and gentle peck, but turns deeper almost immediately. He couldn’t even say whether it’s him or Lucas who does it, but it’s suddenly soft and slow, open-mouthed in a way that has a buzz vibrating just beneath Eliott’s skin. He pulls back only when he feels Lucas’s tongue licking at his lips. Lucas’s eyes are wide and dazed, his lips pleasantly puffy. But it’s only a split-second before they narrow in suspicion. “Did you do that to shut me up?”

Eliott laughs. “No.” It’s the truth. Any moment spent not kissing Lucas feels like a moment too long. And a grumpy Lucas, skin flush from the cold? There’s absolutely no way Eliott could be expected to resist such a formidable test of his will power. “And you get all my pieces. For the record.”

Lucas’s nose scrunches. He means it to be a look of disapproval – an objection to Eliott’s choice of words. He only manages to look even more adorable. “You make me sound like a serial killer – collecting body parts or some shit.”

Eliott snorts a laugh. “Remember when you said that before?” Lucas quirks an eyebrow in question. There’s a ninety-nine percent chance he remembers too and just wants to hear Eliott recall the moment. Eliott’s more than happy to oblige. “In the hospital. Both of us covered in puke. You pretending you didn’t want me as badly as you did.” Lucas rolls his eyes. It only makes Eliott smile wider. “You said our idea of a good time was cutting people open. That we sound like serial killers on a good day.”

“I said psychopaths.”

Eliott tries not to let his smile become too smug but it’s a losing battle. “You do remember.”

“You followed it up by nearly braining me on the tile of the showers. Hard to forget.”

Eliott sighs wistfully, flashbacks to wet and naked Lucas more than welcome. “Yeah.”

It makes Lucas laugh as he turns away again, pulling Eliott along by the hand. “Ok, so, this is a fancy movie. Still a movie.”

Eliott sighs, his breath puffing before him in the cold night air. Lucas’s shameless efforts to play dumb when it comes to all things art shouldn’t be as charming as they are. “A sound and light installation is totally different,” Eliott begins, throwing just the right amount of pompous indignation into his tone. “It combines totally different disciplines, art and engineering, and it’s more than watching a film. It’s multi-sensory and interactive, and –”

“God,” Lucas interrupts with a laugh, looking over at Eliott with such affection in his eyes, it still – even after so many months of being together – catches Eliott off guard. “You really were meant to be some pretentious art student, hunh? Just got turned around in the halls one day and ended up in medicine.”

Eliott grins, releasing Lucas’s hand to wrap an arm around his neck instead, hauling him closer. “Got me you.”

Lucas makes an amused sound. “Bad enough dealing with surgeon you. Not sure I could handle even more insufferable artist Eliott.”

“You would have thought I was hot.”

“I already think you’re hot.”

Eliott tries not to preen too obviously at that. “Hotter.”

“Not possible.”

Eliott glances sideways at Lucas, suddenly wondering how loudly his boyfriend might object to Eliott dragging him into the nearest shadowed corner to do unspeakable things to him. Normally it wouldn’t be something he’d need to question. In this cold however, Lucas is likely to give him a bit more lip. “Baby –”

“Holy shit,” Lucas’s awe filled voice cuts him off and Eliott turns his head to look in the direction of his gaze.

They’ve rounded the corner and the installation has come into view. Streaks of different coloured lights stretch into the night sky, moving in slow tandem. There are sounds – single notes – that play each time one of the light beams moves. Together the notes have formed a haunting sort of melody. The source of the light beams is several projectors, housed in larger, futuristic looking black boxes that showcase external digital, interactive screens. There are a number of other people milling about, pressing various buttons on the screens. “You didn’t say it would be this!” Lucas moves out from under Eliott’s arm, hurrying towards the installation.

“I said sound and light installation,” Eliott laughs as he follows. “That’s what you’re looking at.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t say it would be this cool.” Lucas stops at a lightbox, staring at the screen and then up into where the blue light stretches into the sky..

“Pretty sure I did,” Eliott mumbles, coming to stand beside him.

“What does it do?” Lucas asks, turning to look at Eliott rather than read the instructions and artist statement to the side of the lightbox.

Eliott smiles. This is the part he’d been most excited to tell Lucas about. “Remember how I said it was interactive?” Lucas nods. “So, these numbers,” Eliott points to where you have the option of typing numbers into set lines on the screen, “control the lights. The numbers you put in match coordinates in the night sky. The numbers can be random, but they’ll find something up there – a star, a constellation, a planet… something. But not our sky. Or not exactly.”

Lucas looks away from the sky towards Eliott, his nose wrinkling in confusion. “What do you mean not our sky?”

“See. It’s moving,” Eliott points out as they both take a step back to watch as the beam of blue light slowly tracks across the sky, sounding a singular note to join the others. “It’s not us doing it.”

Lucas stares at it in wonder as it comes to a stop. “Who then?”

“There are matching installations in other major cities across Europe – Rome, Berlin, Antwerp, and other places, I think. They control our light beams. We control theirs.”

Lucas looks to the screen in front of him on the light box. “So, the numbers I put in… they’ll change the direction of the light somewhere else?”

Eliott nods, answering out loud when Lucas’s eyes don’t move from the screen. “Exactly. Someone else will be watching the spot in the sky you chose.”

Lucas turns to look at him. The blue of his eyes catches the reflected glow of the light beam, making them appear even more ethereal than they do normally. Eliott’s breath catches in his throat. “But why?”

“I’m not sure,” Eliott admits, tearing his gaze away to look towards the various beams of light moving together. “Maybe to remind us we’re all connected – we’re all looking up at the same night sky? That the choices we make affect others?”

“Wow,” Lucas whispers, turning to watch as other lights track across the sky. “It’s beautiful.”

Eliott turns to stare at his profile. “It reminds me of that thing you say… about parallel universes.”

Lucas glances back to him surprised. “It does?”

Eliott nods. “Like there could be another Eliott and Lucas in Rome, watching the lights tonight just like us.”

Lucas laughs lightly. “But this is our reality. The lights exist in different cities in our universe.”

Eliott knows that’s true. He’s not sure how to explain what he means exactly. “Yeah, but –”

“Eliott,” Lucas cuts him off, stepping into his space and reaching for the lapels of Eliott’s jacket. “I know what you mean.”

“Yeah?” Eliott breathes, leaning down to press their cold foreheads together.

“Mmhmm,” Lucas hums, his eyes slipping closed as he presses into the contact. “Lots of parallel universe Eliott and Lucas’s freezing their asses off to move light beams for one another.”

Eliott snorts with a laugh, pushing back to see Lucas looking up at him with a smug smile. “Brat.” He turns them both back towards the screen, moving a hand up to thread through the back of Lucas’s hair and tug gently. “What numbers should we put in? Birthday?”

“Nah,” Lucas denies, leaning forward to brush his fingers against the screen, “that’s boring.”

“Random then?”

Lucas nods. “Yeah, or like… I could put in a date. Like… the day we met?” He doesn’t look at Eliott, staring down at the screen in what becomes apparent is an effort to seem nonchalant.

Eliott smiles. “That’s awfully romantic.”

Lucas glances at him quickly. The flush in his cheeks is just a little deeper now. “Shut up.”

“Let’s do it,” Eliott agrees, rubbing a hand against Lucas’s back to prompt him to enter the numbers. “You remember the date?” Lucas doesn’t answer, leaning forward instead to input the numbers. Eliott watches him, his smile growing. “And you say I’m a romantic cornball…”

“You are a romantic cornball.” Lucas finishes, pressing the submit button, and stepping back. He allows Eliott to move behind him, wrapping him up snuggly in his arms. Eliott leans forward to press the cold of their cheeks together. “It’s a bit weird thinking someone somewhere else is watching it move for our numbers,” Lucas comments, looking up at their blue light, still and crisp in the night sky.

“Yeah,” Eliott agrees. “There,” he raises a hand to unnecessarily point at the light beam moving, “they’re moving it back. It’s like they’re talking to us.” He brings his hand back to brush against Lucas’s arm. His tattoo is buried beneath layers and layers of fabric, but Eliott can picture it there. “It’s like magic.”

Lucas turns his head to nuzzle the tip of his nose against Eliott’s cheek. “Thanks for bringing me.”

Eliott squeezes him even closer. “C’mon, that’s not all. Let’s warm up.”

“We’re going somewhere else?” Lucas asks, looking sweetly disappointed.

Eliott shakes his head, turning to lead Lucas to a nearby bench. He drops the backpack he’s been carrying to the surface and motions for Lucas to have a seat. “I brought us hot chocolate,” he admits, smiling again when Lucas does, “and Bailey’s.”

“Now we’re talking,” Lucas laughs, happily taking the empty cup handed to him.

“We can warm up and watch the lights for a little bit longer.” Eliott sits next to him on the bench and goes about filling up both their cups from the thermos he packed, topping the cups with a little Bailey’s as Lucas hums in approval. He hands his own cup to Lucas while he pulls out the small throw he’d packed as well. It won’t provide much extra warmth, but it was all he could fit in the backpack. He spreads it across Lucas’s lap, leaving just enough material for himself, and he tucks them closely together under it, reaching one arm to wrap around Lucas’s shoulders, and reaching for his cup with the other.

They both sit for a moment, sipping happily on their drinks and watching the light beams glide through the sky.

“I brought something too,” Lucas says into the gentle silence between them.

“You did?” Eliott looks to him in surprise.

“Mmhmm,” Lucas nods, not looking away from the lights. “You said I wasn’t getting in the Christmas spirit.”

“Yeah,” Eliott agrees. “And you said it was hard to get in the spirit when we would be celebrating Christmas with cramped hands from doing sutures all day in the ER for – and I quote – morons who can’t even manage to stop being morons on Christmas.”

Lucas grins, looking at Eliott now. “And I’m right but…” He shrugs, suddenly looking a little bashful and sweet. “I haven’t really wanted to get into it since my mom was around. It’s different this year.”

Eliott swears he can feel his heart physically swell in his chest. “Yeah?”

Lucas nods, glancing away and back to the lights. “And you love all this shit, so…” He motions a hand towards the backpack.

Eliott grins, reaching for it and rooting through the pockets until he finds an opaque plastic bag in one of the front pockets. The smell of gingerbread wafts from it the moment he pulls it from the pack. “You made gingerbread?” He might sound a little like a child on the cusp of teendom whose crush just said hi in the school hallway… but truly, no one could blame him. Lucas made him Christmas cookies. Lucas, who has been working shifts just as exhausting and back-breaking as Eliott, had taken the time to make gingerbread cookies because he knew Eliott would love them.

“Sof helped,” Lucas admits with a shrug.

Eliott stares at his profile, smiling so wide his cheeks ache with it, until Lucas – with a huff, of course – turns back to look at him. “You made me cookies.”

“Well, you deserve them.”

“Lucas,” Eliott begins prying the bag open, “that is so sweet, so thoughtful, I –” He cuts himself off as he stares down at the cookies looking up at him from the bag. “Lucas…”

“Yes?” Lucas’s eyes have widened with false innocence. He could not look more like the bratty bane of Eliott’s existence… love of his fucking life…

“You made dirty gingerbread cookies…”

“Excuse me,” Lucas sniffs. “They were wrapped up carefully. They’re quite clean.”

Eliott looks up, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. “You actually took the time to make gingerbread cookies…” Eliott glances around them for any nosey listeners before adding, “fuck.”

“Language,” Lucas gasps, so obviously enjoying himself. His eyes are lit up with mischief. “Those are Christmas gingerbread cookies. They’re innocent. You should know better.”

Eliott lifts one cookie that appears to be one gingerbread man taking another from behind. “Oh yeah. Definitely scream innocent.”

Lucas grins. “I liked that one.”

“Can’t believe Sof helped you make these.” Eliott can’t even picture it but the very thought makes him want to laugh and just not stop.

“He helped make ‘em. Idriss helped me find the cookie cutters online.”

Eliott gapes. “You bought sexual cookie cutters?”

“‘Course,” Lucas nods with faux authority. “Now we can get use out of them for years to come. It can be our tradition.”

Eliott stares at him. Count on Lucas to make something so ridiculous, so goddamn sweet, all at the same time. “You’re something else.”

“Thank you,” Lucas sniffs, reaching for a cookie of his own. He chooses the one very clearly depicting one gingerbread giving the other a blowjob. Gingerbread cookies are never going to be the same. “You like them though, right?” Lucas doesn’t sound insecure. Not really. But there’s a caution in his voice which is likely more a reflection of how much he knows the holiday means to Eliott – and his own desire to be part of that in his own, bratty, ridiculous way.

“Yes.” Eliott twists slightly sideways and doesn’t resist the urge to pull Lucas into a kiss. He pulls back with a gentle smile, moving his free hand to brush back the strands of hair fallen down over Lucas’s forehead. “I love my dirty gingerbread men.”

Lucas smiles. “Good.” He places his cup next to him on the bench and turns to wrap his arms around Eliott’s waist in a sideways hug, tucking closer into his embrace as he presses his head beneath Eliott’s chin. He reaches forward to tap his own cookie against the one held in Eliott’s hand. “This your way of saying what you want later?”

Eliott snorts, motioning towards Lucas’s own choice. “Was that yours?”

Lucas shrugs, letting out a happy sigh as he snuggles into Eliott’s hold. “Guess we can have both.”

“How generous,” Eliott laughs.

“I am. Quite,” Lucas sniffs, sounding hilariously pompous.

Eliott takes a bite of his cookie, humming happily as he chews, leaning back to watch the lights for a moment, warm and more content than he can ever remember being. “I love you, Lucas,” he says, eyes tracking the colourful beams of light in the night sky. “There’s no one else like you.”

“Not so average?” Lucas asks after a moment.

Eliott laughs lightly. “No. Definitely nothing average about you.”

“Well,” Lucas sighs, his arms tightening around Eliott, “I think you’re pretty ok too.”

“Pretty ok?” Eliott snickers. “A high compliment.”

“Mmm. Only the best for you.”

Eliott leans down to press a kiss to the top of Lucas’s head. “We’re going to have lots of traditions together. This can be one.”

“Freezing our asses off with dirty cookies and hot chocolate while we watch a light show?”

“Yeah,” Eliott agrees, near bursting with happiness. “Exactly that.”

“Ok,” Lucas agrees, more easily than Eliott expected. “Eliott?” Lucas adds after a moment of silence.

“Mmhmm?”

“I wouldn’t make gingerbread cookies fucking for anyone else.”

Eliott laughs, pressing his mouth down into Lucas’s hair. “I know.”

“I love you.”

Eliott breathes in the words, closing his eyes as he presses his nose down into Lucas’s hair and soaks up the way ginger and chocolate and other spices have somehow mixed with that uniquely Lucas smell. Eliott didn’t know he could love the way someone smelled quite this much. Lucas. His Lucas.

“I think you’re pretty ok too.”

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End notes:

- I’ll post this to ao3 once I have the second part up

- The whole light installation was inspired by one I saw when I lived in Montreal. It wasn’t exactly like that but quite similar and I hope the way I described it sounded cool because it really was!

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#skam france #skamfr #elu #skam france fanfic #skamfr fanfic #elu fanfic #Mood Tattoo fic

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