#(but not what went down today that was... admittedly a bit uncomfy!)

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omg can u do basorexia and make them YEARN

( writing challenge prompt list !! )

basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss

—or, what if eliott and lucas had to spend quarantine/social distancing apart?

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it’s hard— so, so hard— but they make it work, as they always do. 

when lucas had told eliott, he was expecting him to get upset. not at him, of course, but at the situation. it’s not every day that you have to tell your boyfriend— who moved in with barely a couple months ago— that you’re leaving home to be with your mother during a global pandemic. but eliott had only nodded with a smile, kissing him on the forehead and pulling back only to say you’re a good person, lucas.

and now, a fair few weeks into it, they’ve adapted.

“Morning!” Eliott’s voice is as cheery as always, even over facetime.

“Hey.” Lucas says, grinning from ear to ear.

“Good morning, Eliott,” his mother sing-songs, coming up behind him to look at the screen.

“Hello, Sylvie!” Lucas had known that Eliott would effortlessly charm his mother from the moment that he introduced the two of them. Every time they interact only proves it. “Sleep well?” 

“Oh yes. As well as I could have.” She answers. “You?”

“Well enough, yeah. Though the bed feels a bit empty. There’s about five and a half feet too much space.” Sylvie rolls her eyes, a smile on her face. Lucas scoffs, indignant.

“Hey, I’m 5′8! and a half!”

His mother, taking that as her cue to vacate the room and let his son have his alone time, says, “I’m going to try and finish my book in my room.”

“Okay, Mama.” And then they’re alone. Eliott’s smile makes his cheeks warm, even with the shitty quality of his laptop webcam. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“How are you doing?” He watches as Eliott thinks for a moment. That’s something he’s picked up, about him. When Eliott is genuinely in the mood to talk about his feelings, he’ll think about the question. When he isn’t, or when something is wrong, he doesn’t hesitate in the slightest before replying with a strained fine.

“Oh, you know… Same old, same old. It’s hard, being alone, but stuff like this helps.” Eliott gestures at his screen, at Lucas, and they both smile a little bigger. “Talked with Mum and Dad yesterday. They’re gonna bring some food over.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“You remember her muffins?” How could Lucas forget? He isn’t sure where Eliott gets his culinary recklessness from, because his mother is the most divine baker he has ever met.

“Jealous.” Lucas says with a laugh.

Eliott shrugs. “Maybe if you ask her nicely, she’ll send you the recipe.”

“Good idea! I’ll have to text her” Then they’re both quiet for a moment. The silence stretches on, before— “I miss you.”

It’s as if Eliott deflates, then. “I miss you too. So much.” On the other end of the video call, Eliott shakes his head, chuckling to himself. “I thought that I thought about you a lot before, but now…”

Lucas raises an eyebrow. “You think about me?”

“Every waking moment of every single day.” There’s no hesitation, when Eliott says it. Lucas can’t help but think of the several careful months they spent building up this kind of openness, this kind of easy intimacy. “And also when I’m asleep sometimes.” If this kind of conversation had happened, say, this time last year, Lucas would have ended the call immediately, would have had to go and curl up in a ball in his bed to stop his pounding heart, to slow his rushing breaths. Now though, all he does is cast a blushing smile down toward his lap for a moment, before meeting Eliott’s gaze again. “I never realized how much I took little things for granted. I want you so badly.”

“Oh, yeah?” The little huff that Eliott lets out, coupled with the tone of his voice, makes heat bloom across Lucas’ chest. He smirks at the screen, and Eliott shakes his head, a bit frantic.

“Well, yeah, of course.” He waves his hands around, as he does when he can’t quite find the right words. It’s very high up on the endless list of endearing things about Eliott Demaury that Lucas keeps in his head. “But also just… kissing you. Just being there beside you.”

It’s as if the words have been taken right out of Lucas’ thoughts. The need for Eliott has grown to an all-consuming degree, a want for Eliott, in every single way. He hasn’t ached for a touch, a kiss this much since before they had started dating, since the night they were interrupted by Manon back in, what, February? He would give anything— has contemplated telling his mother that he has to go and returning to Eliott once more just to quell the ache that’s settled deep in his bones, the one that feels as if it’s always been there.

“I know, I want that too.” So much, so much. The sad smile on Eliott’s face only intensifies that ache, as they sit there for another quiet moment.

“Maybe I’ll just have to come anyway,” Eliott says with a shrug. “Quarantine myself for a bit— what’s the period, two weeks?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“I’ll come, quarantine myself for two weeks, and then we won’t have to wait indefinitely. Just for fourteen days.”

“But what about the cats?”

“I’ll bring them too.”

“Eliott, you know my mother’s allergic.”

“Fuck. I completely forgot.”

#skam france #skamfr #elu #lucas x eliott #elu fic #amis anonymes; #asks; #heavy inspo from what wtfock's got going on rn #i stan sander's quarantine walks #(but not what went down today that was... admittedly a bit uncomfy!) #also i KNOW france is fully metric and so eliott would certainly use cm when talking abt lucas' height #but i think it flows better using imperial I'M SORRY I'M CANADIAN WE USE BOTH #also lucas' mom's name is never mentioned if memory serves correct?? fuck it her name is sylvie babey!! #mywriting; #at first i wanted to write friends to lovers or whatev but then established elu missing each other like hell jumped out

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You should write auuuuuuuuuuuuuu blupburns (Blupjeans + Magnus,, or just blupjeans if the 3rd makes u uncomfy) farm AU

When Lup opened her door to find Magnus standing on herporch, covered in sweat and grime, she simply looked him up and down and raisedher eyebrows.

“Why is it, Magnus, that every time you show up at mydoorstep you look like you’ve been rolling around in the dirt?”

“Oh, you know how it is.”

Magnus twisted his hat in his hands. He glanced around the insideof her house and then looked over his shoulder, back up the road.

“You expectin’ more company?”

“Maybe.”

“Company of the rowdy kind?”

He grinned. “Only if they know I’m here.”

She mirrored his grin and stood aside.

“Come on in.”

They wandered into the kitchen and Barry, when he saw who itwas, put down his spoon and sighed.

“What did you do this time?”

Magnus opened the pot of stew on the counter and took a deepsniff.

“I may have punchedthe sheriff in the face and he mayhave put out a warrant for my arrest. Can I have some of this?”

Barry took off his glasses and messaged the bridge of hisnose. “Magnus…”

“Help yourself,” Lup said.

“What on earth possessed you to punch the sheriff?”

Magnus ladled some stew into a bowl and sat down at the table,next to Barry. He took a few eager bites before answering, his mouth stillfull, flicking his spoon at Barry for emphasis.

“He was being a dick.”

“He is kind ofalways being a dick.”

“Someone should’ve punched him years ago,” said Lup. “I’msurprised he didn’t blow your head off, though.”

“I bolted as soon as I realized what I’d done. I wantjustice, but I also like my head where it is.”

“So now he’s looking for you.”

“Yup. I hid out in the hills for a while, but I saw some ofhis men comin’ my way, and this was the only place I thought I could run to.”

Barry shook his head again, but he caught Lup’s eye andsmiled. He stood up, rubbed Magnus’s shoulder affectionally, and kissed hisdust-covered hair.

“We’re glad you did. I’m gonna do dishes, you wanna takefirst watch, Lup?”

“Yup. It’s been a few years since I got to shoot someone. Thanksfor bringing ‘em right to me, Magnus.”

She gave him a quick peck on the corner of the mouth andheaded toward the front door, a new bounce in her step.

“I’d appreciate it if we could get out of this withoutshooting anyone, actually,” Barry called after her as he filled the sink withsoapy water.

“Don’t lie, babe, I know you think I look hot when I shootpeople.”

The front door closed behind her.

“I mean, she does,” said Magnus.

“Oh yeah, she totally does.”

“And I bet you do too.”

Barry blushed. “I’m a damn awful shot, actually, despiteLup’s best efforts.”

“Maybe you just need some real targets. That’ll get youfocused if nothin’ else does.”

“As much as I am sort of admittedly turned on by idea ofwatching you and Lup play cowboys, I’d really rather not have the full force ofthe law on my ass.”

Magnus put his empty bowl on the counter beside him andrested his hands on Barry’s hips.

“Yeah, I bet you’d rather have something else on your—”

“I appreciate the effort, Magnus, but you smell like actual horseshit.”

“And is it kind of sexy?”

“No, it’s not.”

Magnus took a whiff of his shirt and grimaced. “I did hide ina barn today. Mind if I use your tub?”

“Please do.”

When he came back from his bath, wearing some of Barry’sclothes—they were a bit big but fit well enough with a belt—he found the two ofthem looking out the window, whispering urgently about something.

“What is it?”

“We’re trying to decide if we’ve spotted your boys or not,”Lup said. “The sun’s going down and it’s hard to see.”

She handed Magnus her spyglass so he could look for himself. Hethought he could make out several figures, but she was right—in the shadowsbetween the hills it was hard to tell. He gave it back to her with a shrug.

“We’ll just have to keep watching.”

His hosts both went outside. Lup kept watch out front again,and Barry went out back, in case they decided to circle around. Magnus took hisplace at the kitchen table and impatiently drummed his fingers on the scuffedwood as daylight faded.

It wasn’t long before Lup came back in with Barry in tow.

“There’s five men heading down the road toward us. Go andhide in the bedroom until Barry and I give you the all clear.”

Magnus stood up. His hands clenched and unclenched at hissides.

“It isn’t cowardly to hide when you’re outnumbered, y’know,”Barry said.

“I guess you’re right.”

He did as he was told but left the door open a crack, justwide enough to see what was going on.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

Lup got up. Barry remained sitting in half-darkness, a gunhidden under the blanket on his lap, ready to come to her aid if needed. She openedthe door but kept it on its chain, making no effort to hide her wariness.Bandits roamed these parts. People were expected to be suspicious.

“Who is it?”

“The law.”

“What does the law want at this time of night?”

The man on the other side of the door was silent for aminute. Magnus strained to see who it was through that sliver of darkness.

“Is your husband home?”

Lup’s hand tightened on the doorknob. Barry frowned and madea move to get up, but she shook her head slightly, stopping him. Withoutbreaking eye contact with the man, she took the door off its chain, threw itopen, and pointed at Barry, all in one flourish.

“Yeah, he’s right here and he’s listenin’, if you needed toknow. Now, as I was saying, what do you want?”

The man, who Magnus now recognized as the deputy, loomed inthe doorway, a lamp in hand. He shot Barry a questioning look, but Barry onlycrossed his arms, his frown deepening. Lup leaned against the doorframe andlooked the assembled lawmen over. Her gun holster hung from the coatrack behindthe door, out of sight but within reach. The deputy’s gaze returned to Lup andhe appeared to give in.

“Have you seen a stranger passing through these parts today?He’s about my height, but big and burly, with brown hair and a scar over oneeye.”

“Hmm. Nope, don’t think I’ve seen anyone like that aroundhere,” she said. “We’re kind of out of the way. Don’t get too many peoplepassin’ by.”

The deputy looked at Barry for confirmation. He shrugged.

“She’s right. I haven’t seen him.”

“Did he do something bad?” Lup said.

The man nodded solemnly. “He did. He assaulted the sheriff.”

“Oh lordie Jesus,”Lup gasped.

Magnus bit his lip. Barry covered his mouth and burst into acoughing fit.

“Excuse him,” she said, without a single shift in expression.“He’s got a touch of bronchitis. We’re both very sorry about what happed to thesheriff and we’ll be sure to let you know if we see anyone suspicious. Isn’tthat right, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” Barry said, and cleared his throat. “If itweren’t for this damn bronchitis I’d help you catch the bastard myself.”

“I appreciate that,” the deputy said. He nodded at Lup andBarry in turn, then ushered his men off the porch and back into the night.

Magnus left his hiding place and joined them in the frontsitting room.

“Thank god that’s over.” Lup said, grinning up at him. “SeeMags? Told ya we could handle it.”

“You’re right. Sorry y’all had to do that.”

“It’s no problem, right Barry?”

“’Course. I just wish that asshole hadn’t talked down to youlike that.”

“Whatever. I’ll egg his house the next time we’re in town.”

Magnus went to the window and lifted the curtain just enoughto peer into the dark. The deputy’s lantern bobbed up and down for a while,going over the hills. Soon, it vanished.

“Looks like they’re gone.”

“Some of them could’ve split off from the group and doubledback, though,” Barry said. He had gotten up and was looking out a differentwindow, facing the left side of their house.

“Well I’m not goingto let them intimidate me into staying inside,” Lup said. “We’ve still got workto do.”

“It’d probably be more suspicious if we stayed hunkered downlike we’ve got somethin’ to hide, anyway.”

“I doubt those bozos are thinking about it that hard, butyeah, good thinking babe. I believe it’s your turn to muck the chicken coops,yeah?”

He grinned. “I figured you wouldn’t forget that. You gonnafeed the horses?”

“Yup. Wanna come with me, Magnus?”

“Are you sure it’s okay for him to go outside?”

“He’ll be fine. It’s too dark for them to see shit unless theyget up close.”

Lup strapped on her holster before they left the house, andas they crossed the yard, boots crunching the dry grass too loudly for Magnus’s comfort, she kept a hand on her gun.

“You really are lookin’ for an excuse to shoot them, aren’tyou?”

“You’re damn right I am.” Her teeth flashed at him in thedarkness. “No one sends their goons after myfuckbuddy and gets away with it.”

“I prefer the term lover.”

“Ok, lover, are youready to help me lift some feed bags?”

She opened the barn doors. A horse snuffled and stamped itsfeet inside.

“I’d lift the world for you, m’darlin’.”

“I can’t see. Are you tipping your hat at me?”

“I am.”

“Eugh.”

She lit a lamp and stalls emerged from the darkness, eachwith a pair of soft brown eyes peering out of it.

Magnus put a hand on the nearest muzzle and it blew damp,warm air into his palm.

“This one got a name?”

“Garyl. He used to be my brother’s, but he hurt his leg and hehad to retire him. Caravan life can be hard on a horse after a while.”

She handed Magnus an apple from a bag hanging on the door.

“See if he’ll eat from your hand.”

Garyl looked Magnus over, his big eyes unreadable. He wasn’tnervous; it was as if he was trying to decide if Magnus was worth his time. WhateverGaryl was looking for, he must have found it, because after a minute of coolinspection he tossed his hair and chowed down.

“He likes me!”

Lup chuckled at the triumphant look on his face. She handedhim a bag of feed and began taking care of the animals on one side of theaisle, motioning him to look after the ones on the other side.

“Let’s see if you can charm the rest, Mr. AnimalProficiency.”

*

Magnus woke up the next morning with Barry’s arm slung overhis chest and Lup’s leg crossed over his waist. For a while he just laid there,listening to the land come alive, watching dust float through a sunbeam shiningon the ceiling. Barry mumbled something in his sleep and nuzzled against his collarbone.Lup was facedown on her pillow, snoring magnificently. Magnus smiled to himselfand sat up, carefully untangling himself from their limbs.

He went to the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on, enough forthree, and while it was brewing he attacked his beard with Barry’s razor. It wasa while since he had last shaved and it was starting to get gnarly, but lastnight Barry had said he liked it, so…Magnus trimmed the beard up, but keptit. He used a pair of clippers to cut off the dead ends of hair on his head,too.

He stood back from the mirror and nodded.

“You look dead sexy, Magnus.”

“Hell yeah you do,”said Lup behind him.

Magnus jumped and whirled around to see her standing there inBarry’s oversized shirt and nothing else, cackling.

“Get outta the way, dork. I’ve got some nasty morning breath Ineed to take care of.”

He found Barry in the kitchen, sipping coffee and whippingsomething together in a bowl.

“What’s cookin’, handsome?”

“Pancakes. Want blueberries in yours?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

When the pancakes were done Lup joined them at the table. Sheslung her arm over the back of her chair and ate her breakfast with slow, lazybites, watching her boys eat with satisfaction.

“So, Magnus,” she said, pouring out some syrup on top of asecond helping. “Are you gonna stick around for a while?”

“I dunno. I don’t want y’all to get in trouble for hiding me.Someone’s bound to find out eventually.”

Lup and Barry exchanged a look.

“To be honest, Magnus, we’re not asking for you,” Barry said.“We’re asking for us. We really like having you around.”

Magnus doodled a pattern in the syrup on his plate, thinkingit over.

“Okay, but only for a little while, until this blows over andI can make it to a town where I’m not in trouble.”

“I figured that you’re in trouble everywhere around here,”Lup said.

“I mean, the town where I’m in the least amount of trouble. Or,a town where they’ve forgotten that they’re supposed to be mad at me.”

Barry snorted. “One of these days you’re gonna run out oftowns with short memories.”

Magnus leaned on the table, chin in hands, grinning at thetwo of them.

“It’s a good thing that I’ve got you guys then, huh?”

#blupburns #the adventure zone #taz #andy writes #this is more of a western au than a farm au but i hope you like it! #thanks for the prompt! #anonymous #asks