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Joaquin Phoenix Characters Masterlist

updated 08 November 2023

Multiple Character Headcanons and Listicles

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as University Students

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Cupcakes

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters - Sleepover Headcanons

• If Joaquin Phoenix Characters Went on Dates

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Comfort Foods

• Holiday Gift Ideas for Joaquin Phoenix Characters

• Commodus, Abbé, and Joe as Parents 

Abbé de Coulmier from Quills

• The World’s a Broken Bone: The Abbé comforts the reader - a nurse at Charenton - when they have a severe migraine.

• Let Me Save You: A crossover with Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

• The Ballad of Mona Lisa: The reader confesses to the Abbé about fantasies that they have been experiencing lately. (Smut)

• Abbé de Coulmier x Light Academia (aesthetic board)

Arthur Fleck from Joker

• Yandere Arthur Fleck Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck and Joker Jealousy Headcanons

• NSFW Headcanons

• Yandere!Arthur and Yandere!Joker Dealing With Rejection in Public

• Joker and Cruella de Ville Crossover Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck x 50s Retrocore

Bruno Weiss from The Immigrant

• Bruno Weiss x Roaring 20s (Aesthetic Board)

Clay Bidwell from Clay Pigeons

• Misery Loves Company: Clay meets the reader at a bar and the two of them have a much-needed break from their troubles.

• Hey Good Lookin’: Clay loves it when his girlfriend sits on his lap and asks him for a kiss (fluff)

Emperor Commodus from Gladiator

• Imagine Teaching Commodus to Slow Dance

• The Courtesan: The reader is a dancer that catches the eye of Emperor Commodus at a party

• ‘Till I Hear You Sing: A song-based fic based on “Til I Hear You Sing” from Love Never Dies

• What I Did For Love: Continuation from ‘Til I Hear You Sing’. A song-fic based on “What I Did for Love” from A Chorus Line

• New Girl: A high school AU of the movie Gladiator. The reader has recently moved to Rome and is now a new student at the Roman Educational Institute

• Paparazzi (Hollywood!Commodus x Reader): Another Gladiator AU in which the reader has a chance encounter in Rome with Commodus, a world-famous actor hounded by paparazzi.

• All Love Can Be: Prince Commodus meets the reader through their fathers working together, and eventually decides to ask for her hand.

• Handsome: The reader gets a little drunk while spending time with Commodus, and turns a bit childish and dorky.

• The Festivals of Saturn: Commodus’s first Saturnalia as a young sixteen-year-old co-emperor.

• Lay All Your Love on Me: Commodus falls unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a confident young woman along the seashores of Lanuvium

• Lose Me In the Sight of You: All you wished for was the blessing of Lady Juno that you would find a good husband, yet little did you know that a certain Emperor has grown passionately and hopelessly obsessed with you. (TW: Yandere)

• Emperor Commodus x Vampire Aesthetic

• Commodus’s Outfits as Chocolates

• Similarities Between Chuck Bass from “Gossip Girl” and Commodus from “Gladiator”

SERIES: ALONE WITH YOU INSIDE MY MIND (COMMODUS X READER) - ON HIATUS

The young prince (and soon to be Emperor of Rome) Commodus falls in love with you, the daughter of a nobleman, and nothing will stand in the way of his obsession.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

SERIES: AFTERMATH (COMMODUS X OC) - ON HIATUS

A sequel to the events of the film Gladiator, in which Emperor Commodus survives the duel with Maximus

• Chapter 1: The Impossible Dream

• Chapter 2: Proud of Your Boy

• Chapter 3: The Point of No Return

• Chapter 4: Look Down

• Chapter 5: Beneath a Moonless Sky

• Chapter 6: These Palace Walls

• Chapter 7: Wait For It

• Chapter 8: Something There

• Chapter 9: Be Prepared

• Chapter 10: Twisted Every Way

• Chapter 11: All I Ask of You 

• Chapter 12: History Has Its Eyes on You

Max California from 8 MM

• Max California x Dark Academia

• Max California Proposing to You (Headcanons)

Ray Elwood from Buffalo Soldiers

• Ray Elwood Taking You Out on a Date Would Include...

Willie Gutierrez from The Yards

• Blackout: The reader is Willie Gutierrez’s new neighbor, and the two of them accidentally meet during a power outage

• The Light Blinking at the End of the Tunnel: The reader offers some much-needed comfort to Willie after finding out about his dark past.

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[darknessisafriend]

I was wondering if you could write one with Joaquin's characters about how would they react to getting neck smooches from their S/O I hope you are well in these crazy times 💓

It's finally here! I finally got time to write! I hope you will enjoy anon, @galos-writing helped me a bit with Abbe ;)

Commodus:

Commodus is always a man on his guard. So, naturally his neck wouldn’t be an easy part to reach, even for his lover. 

The truth is also that his neck is very sensitive. Commodus is secretly very ticklish, and his sister and mother used to tickle his neck as they played together before bed. No one had been touching his neck in years. 

The first time you tried to, you joined Commodus in his study. He was working late at night as usual, but you missed him dearly lately. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek first. “My love…it is getting late...” you whispered, hoping it was obvious you needed him to warm your bed up and cool your body down. 

“I have important work to do, Y/N. I have to stay a little longer.” He replied, his eyes focused on whatever he was scribbling. As always, he would work so hard, from early in the morning to late at night, more than anyone else. Thankfully you were there to make sure he would take a break and not kill himself at the service of his People. 

You pouted at first at his answer and then grinned, leaning closer to his ear “His Highness won’t regret it...” you purred in his ear, nibbling his ear lobe, kissing his jaw and then daring a plant a kiss in his neck, right on his calmly pulsing jugular.

He froze at first, not expecting a kiss there, used to a feeling of coldness due to his armor. Your lips felt soft and warm, the opposite of a cold and hard blade he could have expected.

His skin had goosebumps and he looked down, pondering how to react, if he should let down his defense like he did so many times with you before. He made his quill lightly roll between his thumb and index as he thought. The kiss had been surprising, and yet it felt nice but too quick. “Y/N, can you do that again?” he quietly asked. 

You smiled in relief, you had been holding your breath the whole time, fearing it might have triggered him badly. Surprisingly it didn’t, probably because he had a lot more trust in you than he would think. 

This time, you would place your kiss slowly, your lips tracing kisses along his jugular where you felt his pulse had increased frantically, his skin warm and soft, with a strong scent of cinnamon myrrh, his favorite and prestigious perfume. It was intoxicating, just like the rest of his being. 

This time you would feel him relax under your kisses, his eyes almost closing entirely, his quill escaping his fingers that had become weak. His posture would remain high and yet his neck tilted to give you more space as one of your hands caressed his strong chest. “If my Emperor is willing to join our bed…I shall give him plenty of those...” 

“How dare you try to imp….” But Commodus wouldn’t manage to finish his sentence that a moan escaped his lips as you sucked his skin on a particularly sensitive spot. “Run…if I catch you before you get in bed, I will be the one ravaging your body.” He said, making you giggle, he knew you were fast, and he wouldn’t manage to catch you. What he wouldn’t do to make it seem like he had control while he entirely gave it up willingly the moment he fell for you.

Arthur/Joker:

Arthur adores your neck smooches, he is ticklish too but loves it anyway, probably due to his childish spirit.

You had first tried during a tickle battle actually, both of you laughing as you threw pillows at each other and tickled each other. You ended up straddling Arthur beneath you (or rather he loved to let you win). You blocked his arms and placed your lips in his neck to tickle him, something your mom used to do. 

Arthur would let out a squeal, a loud and boyish noise before laughing heartily, a happy laugh. He was fully relaxed, and he had discovered something new about himself. You would lift your head and smile at him, giving him a tender kiss on the lips. 

“Can I try?” he would ask eagerly, his eyes shining with fondness, his fingers delicately caressing your fingers. “Of course. But on one condition…I won’t go easy on you.” You teased him, challenging him to another play of pillow. And slowly a grin would form on his face, a confident one, that you knew from Joker “Don’t complain what comes afterwards darling.” He would purr. 

One thing you had noticed is that Joker had much more raw strength than Arthur, the madness sometimes gave inhuman strength. And you would be able to resist for long, Joker would be quick, naughty and sly; managing to win rapidly. You would gasp as he sent a last pillow hit that was a little too strong, making you lose your balance to fall off the bed.

But thankfully he would catch you in his arms, throwing his body first so he would take the hit and not you. He would laugh with a big smile, not reacting at all under the pain. “Told you I’d win.” He would say, already filling your neck in kisses, making you squirm as you started to giggle. 

His hand would instantly start to roam your body, Joker was more sexual than Arthur and winning you over a battle was even more exciting to his eyes. Even as he would make love to you afterwards, he would keep on filling your neck in kisses, making you laugh in that moment of intimacy. Arthur was still in there after all.

Bruno Weiss:

Bruno is a grumpy man and he doesn’t like to show himself vulnerable, only when drunk or very tired he does truly reveal himself.

His attitude does change after a while, once the trust builds up.

The first time you did it, was to tease him. He was annoyed by paperwork, keeping on muttering to himself while smoking his cigarette. “Is paying taxes such a headache?” you would ask in a chuckle, making him crush his cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m not working hard to have our money taken away from us.” he would mutter.

“Y/N” he would protest as you sat on his lap. The thing was that he was very weak for you and when you were so close to him, he wouldn’t be able to focus, and he would hate his inability to do so. 

You would grin, you just had to do one thing for him to snap. “You just have to pay darling, or should I do it?” you retorted and quickly smooched his neck before running off, chased by an angry Bruno who would soon calm down under your sweet caresses. 

After this episode, a kiss on the neck would become a soothing gesture for Bruno, one more reminder that he didn’t have to keep his defenses in front of you, that he could be vulnerable. It would be a reminder you would always be there, that you wouldn’t abandon him like everyone else did.

Charlie:

The first time you kissed Charlie in the neck, it didn’t go well, he had the worst reaction you could have expected from him.

You were sitting by the fire with a few companions and his brother. In a moment  of tenderness you would have sat behind him to hug him, placing a kiss on his cheek then neck. However, would quickly tense up, ignoring the soft smile of his brother at the scene. “What the fuck are you doing!?” Charlie would exclaim, instantly leaving your embrace “I’m not some kind of fag!” he would storm angrily to smoke a cigarette. Everyone would turn their eyes away from you in embarrassment except Ellie, patting your shoulder reassuringly “You know he didn’t mean it.”

And indeed, despite hurting, you knew Charlie was keeping a rough mask in front of everybody and you had brushed it off without thinking.

You would leave him alone for some time to process his gesture. He would be silent, feeling awkward after his outburst, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“I’m sorry Charlie. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad” you would apologize sincerely. You knew he had a rough past and he was the little brother always acting tough to protect the ones he loved, it had cost him half of his sanity. 

“I don’t trust everyone here. I don’t want them to think…” he sighed, throwing his cigarette on the ground and crushing it with the heel of his boot.

You would approach him, wanting to hug him from behind but as you reached out your hand you wouldn’t dare to touch him.

I know. You don’t have to explain yourself. I won’t do it again.” you would offer softly, doing your best to accommodate your struggling lover.

“What are they doing? Are they looking?” he would ask after a moment of silence. You would look back “No, they went to sleep. Ellie is kissing his…scarf.” you replied, an intimate gesture his brother didn’t fear to show.

“Can you do it again?” he would ask in a mutter, you would hear his voice on the edge like a great effort he would make to let down his barriers and he would not repeat himself, fearing.

Joe:

The neck would be a triggering part for Joe, always has been as a soldier. This was part he would have to protect often during the war. But you wouldn’t be aware of this specific trigger point. 

One day, as he would be reading, you wouldn’t pay attention and would come to hug him from behind, you were light footed so he tensed up at first. But when it instantly followed with a kiss on the neck, something cool applying to his skin, triggered a past trauma. 

He would gasp and under the flash push you away strongly, making you fall heavily on the ground, pretty much hitting your head at the same time. “Joe what…” you would manage to say, blinking a few times the stars in your eyes. You would find him curled up in a corner, his arms wrapped around his head and neck as an attempt to protect himself.

Your eyes would widen at the sight, understanding he had been severely triggered. In fact, you now remembered reading some articles about it, how strangling and throat slitting was attempted on some factions of soldiers by the enemy and it was surely what had triggered him.

“Joe it’s me. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” you would apologize on the verge of tears from the state he was in.

After that it would take a while for him to calm down, he would be closed into silence, feeling guilty of his own reactions to a simple kiss. But you would work things out as always, taking baby steps in trying to eliminate that trigger, his service dog helping as well, nuzzling his truffle in his neck while cuddling.

You would make sure to eliminate the effect of surprise during that gesture, coming to stand in front of him, caressing his chest and slowly tying your arms around his neck, asking for permission to kiss his neck. And it would work out well after many months of trial. You wouldn’t do it much tho cause you didn’t want to push this too fast, besides you loved kissing his lips, chest and arms much better.

With time Joe would grow to like it as well, it was much nicer to open his neck to a loving kiss rather than a cold blade. 

Max California:

- Max California loves neck kisses. He is a very physical lover so when he is with you he is rather clingly, and especially loves PDA, he is a possessive lover but not in a toxic way, he would simply be very proud of you. 

-  Very early in your relationship you would have gone onto neck kisses, at the shop as you assisted you would often lean against him hugging you from behind, placing lazy kisses from time to time as you both await clients to pick their next dirty products. Your neck was constantly filled with hickeys so the clients wouldn’t bother you. 

- However, Max himself was often subject to passion from clients and strangers, men and women desiring the dark punk boy working in a sex shop wearing a crop top. That would make you terribly annoyed and you knew an efficient way to mark your territory. Just do the same!

-  As you had gone to refill a shelf of porn magazines, you would decide to surprise him. Instead of going to insert yourself between his arms, you would hug him from behind as he chatted with a female client, filling his neck in small smooches, looking at the client in the eyes. Without surprise she would understand the message and leave promptly.

- Max would grin and turn his head to meet your eyes “Do you think she had any chance with me?” he would ask, making you blush and bite his neck in protest, making him chuckle. “But keep going, I like it.” He would add, his hand coming to caress your cheek before focusing on work again. 

-You would retain a happy squeal, muffling it against his skin before kissing it. Max wouldn’t be too sensitive on the neck so at first, he wouldn’t get aroused. He would simply be very happy of your attention, that you took the lead. He was a feminist after all so he would encourage such things in public and also loved to be under your control. 

-One day, after a weekend apart Max would even surprise you with a tattoo, red lips modeled on the lipstick you often left in his neck. He would wear a proud grin on his face. “What’d you think?” he asked, very pleased with himself and to show he was a marked territory already.

- “I think I still need to add a little bit more purple to it, you know, to make it livelier.” You grinned back, opening your arms and wrapping them around his neck as you would passionately make out.

Abbe:

As the composed and religious man of God he is, the Abbé has never experienced an intimate touch from no one. 

This has given him incredible awkwardness when he started feeling carnal desires for you besides romantic feelings, his religious trauma and brainwash made him believe he was a sinner and regret his own nature of man. Your love for him made you feel bad for his condition, so of course you tried to help him.

You already knew he would go crazy in the worst way possible if you had taken the lead without psychologically telling him, so you planned to slowly introduce him to physical affection. So you invited him for tea to ‘innocently chitchat’.

During the talk, he seemed still pretty nervous about the topic, but less than usual. It felt like a good sign for you, but you didn’t expect his next request.

The Abbé was actively avoiding your gaze as he parted his lips to speak, his cheeks turned a bright red. “Might I… dare to kiss you?” He asked in almost a whisper, making you blush and then scoff; his excessive politeness was adorable to you. You nodded, and approached, ready for a quick peck. You didn’t expect him to grab your shoulders and capture your lips for a goofy yet extremely heated kiss. 

You could hear him let out little noises already despite you weren’t touching him either. So, when the kiss was over, you smirked, licking your lips, delighted by that kiss, and leaned closer, brushing your lips against his neck. You could hear a gasp escape his lips, which lowkey turned you on. 

So you started by giving his neck a first soft kiss, noticing his chest moving up and down faster and his heartbeat louder. He swallowed down, trying to reluctantly pull back, it was obvious he was loving those kisses yet he thought it was wrong. “Y/N…”, he whimpered, letting out soft moans for every kiss you gave him. Every moan of his was one more shiver of excitement running through your spine. 

You suddenly felt your clothes being grabbed by his fists, his noises became a bit louder and his hips were starting to slightly jerk forward. Unfortunately that thick pitch black cassock was leaving no room for imagination, but you knew underneath he was fighting against a massive boner.

Suddenly, after you gently nibbled a spot on his throat, he let out a high pitched whimper, obviously choking other noises in his throat and trembling a bit, his mouth was agape. You stepped back, thinking you hurt him, but after some seconds, he was heavily painting and squeezing his legs together: he came just with your neck kisses. 

You would have lied if you said you weren’t proud of yourself. Especially after he looked at you dead in the eye and said: “There’s no turning back after this, right…?”. He seemed defeated, yet somehow relieved when you shook your head, hopeful to get further with him. Finally.

Merill

Merill is a lover of PDA and of neck kisses as well. Which means that naturally he would give them to you.

He is a protective man and possessive. In public he would especially love to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to place a tender kiss on your neck.

Naturally you would return the favor. Merill wouldn't be surprised or taken aback, he would let you do and even lean into your touch.

For Merill, neck smooches would represent letting himself get vulnerable willingly for the one he loves.

It was something he was proud of. Merill was known across town for his strong character, his stubbornness, and impulsivity. And many thought that he wasn’t an easy man to handle, that despite attracting many girls with his look, when they got to know him they would run away. 

It wasn’t the truth actually, ladies loved how he knew what he wanted and his passion, his love for his family. And you were the lucky one, the only one he ever allowed neck kisses from, encouraging you to mark him with hickeys, show who he belonged to. 

You would especially enjoy tickling him with your lips during a baseball match, distracting him when he was getting too agitated by the bad talent of some. It would work wonderfully, to the point he would melt in your touch, his attention drifting away more and more from the match to focus on you. During the final match you would end up making out and more in the lockers room where no one would come to find you.

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[galos-writing]

Hello, do you take request? I would love to read something about the Abbe being like at the end of the film, crazy and in a cell, reader is the new director and eventually develops feelings for him? I'm fascinated by the insane side of the Abbe tbh ^^

Thanks !

Hey, Anon! Tysm for ur request, and sorry if I took long to write it, but it pretty much inspired me, more than I expected lmao so I hope u don't mind if I wrote two parts of it ^^ oh btw I found myself using a new writing style, I hope u like it

enjoy!

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The walls of the asylum of Charenton had welcomed you in a dark and unsettling embrace since you moved your first step inside, and the gazes of employees and patients detailing you while passing by the door of a neglected studio were sending shivers of discomfort down your spine.

“Thank you again for having accepted this job, (Y/N), your presence here has saved us all from failing.” An old but rigid man spoke to you with a stern tone while distractedly reading some papers you signed, his voice barely showing any clue of thankfulness.

You hadn’t liked this man at all since the first moment you met – you barely remembered his name –, but you couldn’t show your contempt for him, so your lips stretched in a polite smile. Years in company of those dry and lame of your Monastery companions had taught you how to put the perfect mask of complaisance.

However, now you finally feel part of a society, the new piece fixed in that perfectly functioning gear; maybe... not perfectly functioning, after all, by seeing the poor souls closed in that gloomy asylum.

“It’s a... pleasure for me to be here, Monsieur. It’s always a nice feeling to know you’re doing some good for who’s less fortunate than us, isn’t that true?” You asked, still smiling, your question a little tease to test what he would have answered you. Yet his glacial stare of response made you regret you had spoken that way.

“Of course. We live a life of privileges, especially since the Lord blessed us with a second chance after the slaughters the peasants have committed during the Revolution.” The man replied after some second of cold silence. Apparently, he was speaking about exclusively his wealthy social rank, even if I was meaning something completely different.

You slowly nod, pretending you were intending each other, and silently follow him outside the studio; the grin on his thin lips made you realize he knew he had made you uncomfortable.

You already were pretty tensed, but every shout or screech you could hear coming from the cells made you yelp.

“I hope you’re able to face every kind of struggle with professionalism, my dear, Charenton needs a leader with a tough shell from now on. And, for how good it may be, Charenton can’t be connected to the name Antoine-Athanase Royer-Collard; my reputation would be stained forever.” The man, whose name popped back in your memory now at his mentioning, explained worried. Pretty selfishly by thinking about his reputation only. But you didn’t lose your façade of courtesy.

“Of course, monsieur. I’ve heard about what happened in this building when it was under the guide of that man… an Abbé, right? I unfortunately can’t recall his name now…” You hummed, thoughtful, as your eyes quickly flashed from a side to the other as you saw Royer-Collard taking you to the end of a very long and pretty lonely hall, some sobs coming in your ears, louder and louder.

“Coulmier. Abbé François Simonet de Coulmier.” The Doctor helped you remembering, with a vexed tone, that made you swallow down, every second even more scared he would vent on you some kind of repressed anger.

“Well, former Abbé, now.” He continued, his tone becoming lighter, almost relieved. “The poor man’s mind couldn’t handle what happened here, and his soul is still devoured by guilt. The curse ghost of the Marquis De Sade took possession of the last bits of sanity left in the Abbé. He’s now irrecoverable, not even the Director that came after could save him.”

You could clearly hear he was actually faking sorrow for what he was narrating, but repressed the urge of rolling your eyes, you were growing tired of his arrogant behavior.

“Oh, yeah, the Abbé Du Maupas.” You said, nodding. You waited a bit to check if he would have given you any explanation about him without you to directly asked. But apparently, he didn’t catch the implicit message.

“What… What happened to him, exactly? Newspapers tell he disappeared, and some recent rumors claim him to be escaped to…”

“We know nothing about him. What we know is that he betrayed us, and abandoned us in the most desperate moment.” The Doctor roughly interrupted you, vexed again. “That’s why I want to make sure you’ll be our perfect leader. We are craving a trustworthy person.”

You were sure he was praising you and making you feel that important just to make sure you wouldn’t have abandoned them, so his reputation would be protected a little more. Until now, he wasn’t giving you the impression of being a man so emotionally involved into the sake of Charenton.

But when you two arrived in front of a specific cell, your mind didn’t care about Royer-Collard anymore. Your ears captured the noises of soft whimpering inside, with the starting of a thunderstorm, that made whoever was inside yelp and let out an agitated louder moan.

Your eyes noticed a little engraving on the door, on the side of the door, quoting: ‘lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate’. You squinted your eyes a bit, trying to understand what language it was, not French for sure.

“Uhm...monsieur?” You called the Doctor, as to encourage him to explain why you two were standing in front of that creepy door. But he raised a hand with the index finger up, as to interrupt your words and shush you. You got a bit offended by his sudden interruption, but soon your vex was replaced by a startle, as you heard the door in front of you loudly slam.

You put your arms in front of you instinctively to protect yourself, the side of your eye noticed the Doctor didn’t even flinch at that.

But your focus was stuck on a pair of eyes peeking from a large peephole on the door: big eyes, their color appeared to be a mix of green and blue, the lashes so long. You could have dared to say they were magnetic and almost sensual if they weren’t wide and frantically looking around. You were so scared by that young man that was on the other side, revealing now a round face and a strong jawline, a mole on the left side of his jaw and a big nose, a messy stubble on his chin and long greasy dark hair. The detail that mostly captured your attention was a scar running up his left nostril from his thin upper lip.

The man appeared as scared as you were, not knowing what to do, he slowly turned towards you and deeply stared at you, not even blinking, his eyes piercing your soul. You hesitantly waved at him, frightened by his stare, before realizing that was another patient and your behavior wasn’t being professional at all, so you cleared your throat and gave that man a kind smile. But apparently, according to Royer-Collard, you were too slow and anticipated you before you could speak.

“Good morning, Abbé. You look splendid today.” He praised with a little sly grin. You blinked and widened your eyes, ‘Abbé’?! You detailed better that man with a blank gaze that was nervously twirling and pulling a lock of his long hair around his finger behind the enforced door, and your heart swelled with pain, so that’s what happened to him. What Royer-Collard said was true.

The patient creepily giggled. “You’re always...so kind, Doctor… It’s thanks to you if all of us patients are glowing…! You gave us... a new light...” He cooed with a very weak and raspy voice, nibbling his chipped and dirty fingernails.

You weren’t so sure those patients were having an actual improvement from the Doctor’s cures, judging by the dead light you saw in the eyes of most of them. Some had been obviously lobotomized, and you could tell the rest of them had been sedated with a massive dose of opium, way more than medicine would recommend. The thought of it made you shudder, and even more the satisfied grin on Royer-Collard’s face, pleased by the praises of the former priest.

You approached the door of the cell, and tried to catch his elusive gaze, your heart swelling up with pain at seeing a man that saw so respected and esteemed to the other side.

“Monsieur Coulmier, it’s a deep pleasure for me to get to finally know you. Your work here inspired me a lot – your patients loved you! I hope you’re finding your peace behind there, after all that happened.” You softly spoke to him, hearing a clear scoff of nuisance from the Doctor at your cordiality. However you ignored that, focused on that patient deeply staring into your eyes, his pupils were shaking, which made you worry for his health and doubt for his wellness.

“My dear… you found yourself in the lair of the wolf, I suppose. May the Almighty shield thy from the evil energy this place is soaked in till the most intimate bones of the damned souls wandering in here...hah-...!” He paused to catch his breath. He was so tensed he had forgotten how to balance his talking and his breathing.

He coughed a couple times and swallowed down; you could tell his throat was so dry – like his lips.

“Your eyes are virgin, they saw no evil in the world, and your heart is pure… rejoice of your innocence, and leave. Leave before you get absorbed by the dark forces.”

And by saying this, you could see his hand approach the peephole, clumsily trying to make it pass through it, and get its way to your face; you noticed his gaze of deep sorrow for you, almost communicating you he was foreseeing what would have happened to you already.

His hand was approaching your face more and more, which made your heart beat fast, defying your common sense and self-control.

But that moment of trance, that connection that was being formed between you and him – so intimate and almost comfortable – got roughly interrupted by the Doctor. He hit the poor François’s hand with his elegant and expensive cane, making the young man yelp in pain and quickly pull his hand back inside.

“Enough with this nonsense, Coulmier. Pull yourself back together once and for all.” The old man harshly scolded him, making the patient roll his eyes.

“You know what could help me, Doctor.” the former Abbé spoke, staring at him in a way that gave you chills; it was cold and emotionless, but deep down swollen in sorrow. He licked his lips to barely hydrate them before speaking again, and took a fatigued and shaky breath. “Paper. Ink. Quill. Three simple tools can help a man’s soul to get cleaned by writing. It’s the easiest solution, but you’re too stubborn to admit I’m right.”

On François’s lips a smirk appeared, showing his teeth being everything but healthy, the sight gave you a deep sense of discomfort. You could tell the Doctor was feeling the same, the air was getting tensed. Nevertheless, the Doctor scoffed.

“And letting you start a new circle of transgression? Hah! Keep dreaming, Abbé.” He snarled at the man behind the armored door, who replied readily with a decisive and outraged spit right in his eye.

That gesture gave you the impression that time had stopped: François was staring at the Doctor with eyes full of hatred and tears. The Doctor was staring back, with superiority. Both completely silent, so much that was deafening you.

He wasn’t showing but somehow you felt like Royer-Collard was loading himself for some burst of rage, or some unreasonable punishment towards the prisoner; you could literally see his face getting redder and redder for wrath. You couldn’t let for anything bad to happen.

“Doctor Royer-Collard, Monsieur… May you allow me to talk to our patient? I mean, privately?” You let out in a shy breath, words spilled out by themselves almost. Indeed the old man gave you the fish eye, while François retained a little gasp, and glared at you surprised.

“...sure. I forgot you’re the boss here.” The Doctor scoffed, kind of throwing you a passive-aggressive dagger, and handed you a big chunk of keys, all for each cell. “Good luck, you’ll need it.”

His behavior was hurting you more than you wanted to admit. You silently nodded, making a face to retain tears, and quickly opened the door of François’s cell, making sure not to slam it out of anger. You accidentally let out a loud sigh of relief when you heard the old man walking away, your brain wanted to ignore the repugnant smell in that cell that immediately reached your nostrils.

“He’s a jerk, I know.” The young man said with a gloomy mutter, making your eyes rush on him; he was sitting in a corner of the room, his legs curled up on his chest and his hair covering his face.

You scoffed and shook your head, wanting to hide your true feelings for now. “I…still need to get used to him. He’s not evil, though.” You smiled at him sweetly, and approached him. You coughed a bit at his strong body odor, but that only made your pain for those patients and their neglected condition grow more.

“Not evil? But… have you looked around the Asylum?! It’s decaying like its patients inside! He..he…” He was starting to get more agitated: his voice was shaky, and his eyes were flashing from one side to the other, as his nails were scratching his own arms.

“He managed to destroy my little heaven in less than one year…” He concluded in a breath, his words slipping out slowly, while his beautiful eyes filled with big, crystal clean tears, the only innocent thing left in that perishing man devoured by the filth of the world.

You listened to him carefully, rubbing his back to sooth him. His past reputation was what inspired you to work in an asylum, and wanted to do a good job like he used to. In a way, you admired him, and wanted him to see his little heaven to shine again.

Your eyes sparkled with hope and determination as those thoughts ran through your mind: yes, you would have managed to give Charenton a new light. Hopefully, that poor man’s shattered heart would have been repaired a little bit.

“I have heard so many things about you, Abbé… you were quite a scandal among all the Directors of the asylums all over France, a man who didn’t fit into standard treatments and threw his faith in experimental new treatments. You’re what those who fought and died for during the Revolution were aiming to: kindness to those in need. You’re an inspiration.” You softly spoke to him, leaning down and reaching your hand out at him, offering him a hand to get up.

That man’s sorrow slowly vanished, giving space to the cutest boyish expression you could have imagined on the face of a grown man: his eyes lighted up in yours, his tears dried instantly and his cheeks colored a deep red. Your words had hit him right in the heart apparently.

He hesitantly grabbed your hand, accepting your help, yet the exact moment your hands clenched to each other, a bond forming between you and him could be felt by both. It felt like a little electric shock starting from your fingers, quickly speeding through your body and turning into a nice warmth in your hearts.

Continue...

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✨a little about me that literally no one asked for✨

name: Kaley

age: 24

pronouns: She/Her

zodiac sign: Pisces ♓️

where i’m from: Costa Rica 🇨🇷 but live in Florida 🌺

job: Sex work and bartending 🍸🤸🏻‍♀️

I wanna write little imagines for Arthur Fleck and Abbe De Coulmier from quills smutty, fluffy, or angsty I usually write for myself but will also take requests ❤️

limits: no underage characters engaging in adult activities

i’m latina, I love Joaquin Phoenix, Arthur Fleck, Abbe De Coulmier from quills, i’m really sweet and my messages are always open 🫶🏼 this blog is a new blog separate from my sex work blog bc I wanted a blog solely for me to thirst over Joaquin Phoenix’s characters he portrays (and him)

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♰ Nana’s Masterlist and Rules ♰

Hi, I’m Nana! I’m 23 and a writer

AO3 Account: nanabrainrot

*I am multi-fandom and my frequencies posting in a fandom may dwindle if I don’t get much interaction with it. If you send asks to a specific story to continue, it motivates me to add on! Even if it’s just one ask, I try to return to it if I know somebody wants it.

RULES: I do not write the following...

Pregnancy, breeding kink, beastiality, scat, gore, or ageplay.

And do not interact with my NSFW work if you are a minor. This blog contains dark content so please proceed with caution.

With that said... here is my masterlist! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*

Better Call Saul

NSFW AO3 Exclusive: Across the Lachoverse

Lalo Salamanca: Homemaker Series

Note about Homemaker: there is a HMMC true route that follows and adheres to canon. HMMCverse tag is where Lalo and his wife live happily ever after - it is under construction.

Pre-Homemaker Lore: To Bear a Cross

AO3 6 Chapter of To Bear a Cross

Homemaker: this series focuses on HMMC’s happiness in the marriage

Companion Dog: this series focuses on HMMC and Lalo’s unhealthy aspects

Shameless Lalo Thirsting

Requested Blurbs

HMMC and BCS characters

Lalo Possessive Headcanons

NSFW Headcanons

Abuelita and HMMC

Hector and HMMC Post-Lalo

HMMC reaction to Lalo’s death

Salamancas and HMMC

Solamente Una Vez: Kim confronting HMMC about her marriage

Marco & Leonel Salamanca

Dulce de Leche Glaze: Loteria

Submitted to Richee (based on her Dulce!reader)

Dulce Tres Leche: Signature Scent

Batman (2022) 

The Bitch to Scratch: NSFW and Dark! Proceed with Caution.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Love, Bruce: Slow Burn Fluff

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Joker (2019)

Wishful Thinking: Arthur Fleck Angst

The Tease: Joker Smut

Prior To: Arthur Fleck Smut

You Were Never Really Here (2017)

Joe Body Headcanons

Quills

Abbe de Coulmier Obsessive Headcanons

Animes

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Part 5: Leone Abbachio in Break the Bottle

Part 5: Narancia Ghirga in Hit Me Baby One More Time!

Part 3: Jotaro Kujo and Big Brother Complex

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuuta Okkotsu: The Worst Best Boyfriend in the World (NSFW, Dark)

Haikyuu!!

Tsukishima Kei: Look Don’t Touch (NSFW, Dark, Yamaguchi Unrequited for Reader)

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Results from previous polls:

Our reigning champions so far:

Serge Mourt

Abbe de Coulmier

Paul Hill

Copia

The Priest

Sang Hyeon

The defeated:

Francis Chisholm

Leon Morin

Padre Amaro

John Ward

Tomas Ortega

Note: There was an issue with the number of priests so Sang Hyeon had no challenger (oof) but he’ll be in the next round of voting.

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Vivendo em um asilo ao término de sua vida, o Marquês de Sade (Geoffrey Rush) torna-se amigo do diretor do asilo em que reside, Abbe Coulmier (Joaquin Phoenix). Com ele o Marquês troca confidências a respeito da afeição de ambos para com a lavadeira do asilo, Madeleine (Kate Winslet). A amizade de ambos cresce cada vez mais, até que Napoleão Bonaparte envia ao asilo um conceituado médico (Michael Caine), no intuito de curar o Marquês de sua suposta loucura. Entretanto, a vinda do médico apenas faz com que o caráter rebelde do Marquês fique cada vez mais forte.

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Shoutout to Joaquin Phoenix in period drama clothes

Gotta be one of my favorite genders

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[five-miles-over]

The Ballad of Mona Lisa

Pairing: Abbé de Coulmier x Reader

Summary: You confess to the priest about certain fantasies that you've been struggling to deal with.

Warning: Mentions of smut + related imagery

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned." You softly said, fluttering your eyelashes as your fingers clutched the fabric of your dress. The confessional box had only a door and a window partially covered by a wooden pattern. Through the gaps in the window, you could see a pale priest with dark curls and a cassock that hid the rest of his body.

"How long has it been since your last confession?" He asked, his voice as soft as his facial features.

"A week…Abbé." 

"Tell me your sins."

You bit your lower lip and began. "My sins…"

"Yes."

"I have sinned in my thoughts, Abbé. I think of that which I should not be thinking of."

The Abbé nodded slowly. "Tell me about your sinful thoughts, so that you may be granted release."

"Yes," you sighed under your breath. "I…fantasize about being touched. In my mind, I cannot see his face, but I can feel his hands on me. He throws me on my bed, and like a wolf hungry for its prey, he roughly pushes the hem of my nightgown up and puts his fingers between my legs... The Abbé blinked, and you kept your eyes upon your feet.

"He pleasures me, pressing the exact places that make me cry out in delight. I feel his fingers, sometimes one, sometimes three, curled inside me and I throw my head back. And when the pleasure is too much, I begged for him to grant me release."

"And did he grant you release?" The Abbé wanted to ask, but he bit the inside of his cheek instead.

You continued, "But just as soon as I've caught my breath, his lips take the place of his fingers. And, oh Abbé, just saying the things he does with his tongue makes me hungry…hungry for more of him."

With ragged breaths, the Abbé swallowed. Flooded in his mind were pictures, ideas of what a man might do with his tongue between a woman's…her intimate areas.

"Just like the hungry wolf he is, he licks my folds and ferociously devours my…my…"

"Yes," the Abbé finished with a gulp. "Is that all that he does?"

"Have I frightened you, Abbé?" You gently asked.

"N-n-n-no…" He shook his head, stammering. "I've heard…I've known…I've known worse. Tell me, is that all this man does?"

"He is not a man but a fantasy, Abbé," you gently say. "And no, that is not all…with his tongue, he makes me scream…and then he rips off the rest of my clothing with those same fingers which are covered in sweet-smelling fluids. He kisses me everywhere, my breasts are his favorite…"

A twitch. This wasn't right. No, no, this most certainly was not right. The Abbé tried to suppress a painful gasp, crossing his legs when he felt something stir inside him. He began to wonder if this a real confession brought by a citizen who found herself giving into an immoral delight. Or was this lady…was she a succubus sent by God to test his purity? 

For the first time, he turned to look at you through the window. He saw your parted lips, the way you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the way your chest rose and fell with every confession…and the only thing he could feel was the throbbing between his thighs. 

"And when he's lavished me with his lips," you confessed. "I feel his hands upon my waist, my legs pushed apart, and I feel him inside me, moving at a perfect pace that makes me wonder if such euphoria is possib-"

"That is fornication," the Abbé politely interrupted with a sharp breath. He was sure that he would explode if he listened any longer. "You have unholy thoughts about fornication. While you have done the right thing by going to confession…the Lord surely is pleased that you have come here today. But you must perform penance for what you have done, for…for it is a sin to fill the mind with such things."

"What should I do, Abbé?"

"Before you leave the church, recite ten Hail Mary's." He simply said, taking another breath to calm himself. "Will you do that?"

"Yes, Abbé."

He cleared his throat and began as quickly as he coul, "God, the Father of mercies, through the death and the resurrection of His Son has reconciled the world to Himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit."

After saying "Amen" you rose from the seat and left the confessional.

At the same time, the Abbé left his place in the confessional and walked at double his normal speed. With baited breath and a racing heartbeat, he shut himself inside his private room within the church and splashed cold water upon his face several times. 

Images from your confession were swimming through his mind, images of hands pleasuring an angelic woman, images of another angelic woman crying out in delight while at the mercy of a tongue…his tongue. Then, his own pale hands tugged at the hem of her dress, ripping the fabric before her lips captured his…

And that was when he knew, he could not erase the pictures his mind had painted.

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[darknessisafriend]

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[galos-writing]

The Prince and the Rascal

(Abbé de Coulmier x Male!OC - chap. 4)

Summary: The Abbé gets involved in an inconvenient romantic affair...

Words: 3138

Warnings: slight bad language(?)

A new day started in Charenton, in the worst of the ways.

The Abbé de Coulmier’s eyes got violently hit by a strong sunbeam coming through the window and filling his room, as his back felt the messy bed sheets under him. That nuisance made him squirm a bit and sleepily whine.

He sat up, groaning, his body was waking up more and more, sending him signals of pain from every part, especially his behind; he felt smelly, and sticky, his hair was all damp and ruffled from the night before. He needed a bath as soon as possible. But at least, he had finally his beloved Ange with him. The thought made him smile while stretching.

-Wake up, sleepyhead...- he softly cooed while turning around, expecting an angelic charming sleeping face, but frowned when he saw half of his bed empty again; his heart fell in emptiness, and filled in anxiety. Where did Ange go?!

He frenetically started looking around to find him, in that moment the bubble of peace that they made around them shattered, making the sounds of the outside world reach his ears. By seeing the sun’s brightness and all those noises outside, he could tell that everyone was already awake: fuck, he had missed the morning mass!

François’s face turned pale in a matter of seconds. He accidentally fell from the bed for quickly getting up, and picked up his clothes from the floor, putting them on again in a rush.

Ew, those clothes were a disaster too. A feeling of disgust ran through his body as he wore them.

He put himself in front of the mirror in full panic, like a kid who was late for school, and tried combing his hair the best he could. As he adjusted himself, his eyes noticed the deep purple hickeys and bites on his neck, trailing down his shoulders and collarbones; those marks made him sigh from relief, at least he hadn’t dreamed of it, of him.

Through the mirror, he noticed his hung cassock too. That sight made his mind, already full of the memories from the previous night, give space to all the worries from the consequences of his actions.

Would he have been kicked out of the priestly order?

Imprisoned for having hosted a prisoner again?

Or, even worse, banned from Heaven for being a homosexual?

He stopped in particular on that last worry: after the Revolution, sodomy wasn’t considered a crime for the State anymore, and homosexuality had been finally tolerated, but that wasn’t valid for religion yet.

Not God, not the Pope, not the Vatican. And surely not Heaven, that’s what he had been taught at the Monastery when he was young. Ridiculous, almost shameful.

This made him fill in anger. And then doubting himself: how was it possible that during his whole lifetime, he had been attracted to women, and all of a sudden, he was loving a man so deeply? That meant he wasn’t gay? Attraction to women was just an illusion? Or maybe Ange had brainwashed him with his charm?

The image of his beloved blond man soon appeared and defined in his brain, kicking out every other thought. The priest’s cheeks colored of a light red again, and a giggle spontaneously escaped his lips.

The neighing of horses woke him up again, and made him shake his head, it came from outside. A guest?

He quickly put his cassock on, postponing his needed bath, and stormed outside his room.

The corridor was crowded, as usual, patients wandering and interacting with each other, and then employees, chambermaids, nuns, and guards running around, busy in devotedly working like ants.

But that day, everyone was there to judge him: despite he was checking on everyone around him, and seeing they were minding their own business, he somehow felt observed, at the center of an interrogatory. He could feel guilt build inside him, how could he betray his employees, cheat on his Madeleine, and neglect his activity? The things he was living for, he felt them as if they were worthless to him now.

Now that Ange was gone, his brain had time to reflect: he had thrown away his virginity for a man, yes a man he loved, but that he didn’t know at all. And yet...that night of lovemaking felt as if those two were made for staying together, as if they knew each other forever. The bond was immediate; something that no verse of the Holy Bible, nor the luxurious books of the Marquis, nor even the cheesiest romance novels he had read from times to times, had never explained.

As he walked through the corridors, and briefly bowing his head to the patients and employees, his eyes fell on his own cassock. His body wasn’t the right place for that now meaningless, punitive and suffocating pitch black clothe, not anymore. The tight collar, which had never bothered him since he became an Abbé, was now choking him.

-Abbé.-

A raspy voice called him from behind, bringing him back to real life. The young priest turned around, and briefly swallowed down, lifting his collar a bit more, oh, God, he hoped his hickeys were well hidden, he hadn’t checked at all while getting out of his room. He bowed a bit.

-Good morning, Doctor. I...I hope you had a good rest tonight.- the brunette man told him with a forced lower voice, fearing he could sound too effeminate after what he had done. The old man nodded, his eyes knowing, or at least it seemed so in François’s head.

-I had a pretty good night, thank you for the concern. I hope you had a good night too.- Royer-Collard replied, a little smile forming on his dry lips, François suddenly blushed but didn’t reply, that old man could bet he did, his aching ass was witness.

-It came to my attention that you weren’t present in the chapel this morning. May I ask you why? Feeling sick?- the Doctor asked him, his gaze inquisitive as usual, the Abbé didn’t know how to respond in that moment. The best idea coming in his mind was lying, but he wasn’t able to. He never lied in his life.

-Yeah..I mean no! I’m perfectly fine. I...I just overslept today..- he stuttered, it was the truth, though, even if his hands were sweating and fidgeting from nervousness. Royer-Collard raised an eyebrow, and the young man widened his eyes for a moment, it was official, that man knew something, he had probably heard.

-Are you sure, my friend? You look shabbier than usual, and ill. Your employees reviewed a flawless and perfectionist Director; missing the mass and breakfast isn’t normal for someone like you.- the old man insisted, approaching a bit. -Here, let me check your temperature.- he added, reaching his hand out at his forehead, but François nervously smiled, and stepped back.

-I said I’m fine! Really, thank you for the concern.- he repeated, he really didn’t know what to say, but didn’t want to risk, the man could have seen his marks if he had stepped a bit closer.

But instead Royer-Collard shrugged. Thank God, he hadn’t suspected.

-As you wish.- he concluded, proudly standing in front of him with his puffed chest, and tightly holding his cane; that man was so old, but yet standing up and with the attitude and strength of a youngster. The young priest wondered how he was able to be like that, was it wealth to make people healthier? Maybe it filled their hearts in pride for what they owned and made them feel superior to everyone else. Patients of his age that were in that asylum weren’t that full of life. Or maybe it was him, the Abbé, a technically wealthy noble but used to think like one of the lower class, due to everyone he met in his life during his charity masses and other social activities. “Windbag.” he thought for a moment, annoyed by his sassy attitude.

-Valcour warned me that a couple guests arrived, and they asked for you. Here, let me guide you.- the Doctor added, lifting his cane to literally push him and force him downstairs, his attitude once again dominating. Maybe it was all that happened in that morning that was uncontrollably frustrating the Abbé, or it could be the annoyance of Ange’s disappearance, maybe it was his lover’s influence; but he was starting to run out of tolerance for that old man.

His vex vanished when they entered the main corridor of the asylum, where the entrance door was, noticing the guests waiting for him by chatting with Valcour and Madeleine. He gasped, his eyes filled in tears and his mind totally forgot the politeness and grace of the flawless Abbé that he was, when he started running towards them.

-Lucille!- the young man loudly called, his voice trembling in joy, and let out a whimper when he tightly hugged her, his heart felt welcomed by her warm embrace.

His childhood best friend of a lifetime, Lucille Chagall had always been like an elder sister to him, a reference figure since he was a kid. The little lady got literally invested by the brunette priest, and strongly returned the hug, his tears were wetting her rich dress, and the always excessive laces on it were itching his face.

-My dearest François!- she happily exclaimed, squealing a bit by feeling the floor leaving her feet, he had lifted her a bit while hugging, her shortness let him.

-I missed you a lot, I will not lie to you. I hope I was of no bother when I sent my letters… You know, I was dying of worry since the Revolution started; we haven’t seen each other since then. The could have hurt you, or way worse!- she told him, and pinched her soft cherry lips together, her limpid blue eyes looking at him like every affectionate mom would look at her child. Her words made him scoff, and shake his head, his hand dried his tears in a quick gesture.

-No need to be worried about that. I assure you I was safe and sound, away from harm.- he lied with a smile, he had instead risked a lot too during that hellish decade, and he was still so young. -They could have hurt you as well, but you look gorgeous, a porcelain doll as usual.- he cooed, putting her down, despite she was older than him, her short height, short blond hair, blue eyes and puffy dress made her look like one of those pretty antique dolls his grandma used to have in her bedroom, delicate and untouched.

His gaze moved to the man that was accompanying her; a very tall and muscular man, a proud attitude too, with short curly ginger hair, blue eyes and a light stubble. He had a smile on his face while looking at François.

-See who came back from th’ grave.- the man joked, turning his smile into a little amused grin. The Abbé raised an eyebrow, attentively studying his face, that man was familiar to him, but couldn’t remember where he saw him. Indeed he hesitated a bit, he couldn’t decide whether pretend to remember or keep staring at him like an idiot.

-I, uh...I apologize, I cannot recall who you...- he tried to say, his mind desperately trying to remember, but it seemed that his long term memory had been suddenly emptied. Lucille noticed and giggled, approaching the man and grabbing his arm, looking at him full of love.

-François, dear, let me introduce you monsieur Matthew Jourdain. Matty, this is my greatest friend from childhood, François Simonet de Coulmier.- she happily introduced them, with a big smile on her face; and in the moment when that charming man’s name reached his ears, François gasped.

-Matthew?! Is that you?- the young priest asked, approaching the man even more, wanting to catch every possible detail of his face, for every detail he noticed, a new memory came back to the surface of his brain. -We haven’t seen each other since we ended our path in Monastery! It’s an immense pleasure to see you after so much time, you’re changed a lot!- he then added happily, Matthew giggled, briefly scratching his nape, quite flattered for his words.

-Aye, huh...I left priesthood not so long ago, I wasnae happy with the cassock on, I dedicated myself on my passion, cooking. And then I met this wee lass, deciding she shall become my wife.- The ginger man smiled charmingly, kissing Lucille’s head, making her happily blush. By hearing those words, François widened his eyes, his smile faded. His eyes briefly posed on Lucille, who was talking to the ginger man, but thoughts muffled her words: how could she, his lifetime best friend and former fiancée, marry someone else? Their families organized the perfect wedding for them, when they would have reached adulthood.

His mind returned back rational for a second; their roads parted when the Revolution started, he didn’t even turn ten yet, and she was slightly older. Both were nobles, there was no certainty that they would have survived, people had been craving royal blood on their hands and weapons for ten years: it was a miracle that she was alive, since Matthew ans him had been shielded by the Monastery where they had been trained for years.

Yet, a deep and erosive feeling of betrayal build in his guts, as if he had just been cheated on a woman he never met on the altar to make her his wife. Or rather, as if the lifetime best friend who never left his side, disappeared.

-Abbé? Are ye okay?- Matthew asked worriedly, a hand resting on his shoulder. The Abbé shook his head and cleared his throat, heavily blushing in embarrassment.

-Oh, yes, I’m sorry. I was...lost in thought.- the brunette man absently mumbled, briefly studying their faces; they visited him for another purpose. He took a deep breath and built the best smile he could on his lips, burying deep his feeling of betrayal, and deciding to ignore it.

-I’m so glad you two found happiness together. Please, accept a cup of tea, or coffee if you want, be my guests.-

---

The blonde nurse placed a porcelain teapot on the table, now empty, after having served some tea to the two men, and sat next to her husband, she had refused the service of the chambermaids. The young priest let out a little smile at seeing her, she kept her grace through the years, as if her job and the Revolution didn’t touch her at all.

François was obviously agitated, his breath was quicker and his eyes stuck on his fingers, nervously pulling little pieces of skin, he hadn’t drank a sip of his tea, which was slowly turning cold. That condition of his pained the couple, Lucille knew why he was like that.

-I know what are you thinking.- she suddenly spoke, catching her friend’s attention in a matter of a second. Her hand covered by a silky white glove moved from Matthew’s knee to reach François’s hand, caressing it. -We’re here to help you, and won’t leave you alone.- she then softly added with a sweet smile. The young priest’s eyes got slightly wet, and looked down again, staring at the bottom of his tea cup.

-I’m so confused, Lucille...it’s been months that a thousand doubts torture my soul, I can’t take it anymore! I don’t even know if I still deserve this cassock.- he admitted, clenching his collar in a fist as his other hand squeezed the nurse’s, a couple chocolate curls falling on his forehead and ruining his perfectly combed hairstyle. Matthew felt personally involved in this piece of conversation, and placed his tea cup on the table.

-Listen, doubts are usual for someone like ye, ‘n’ like me. We both had endured a heavily badgering ‘n’ manipulative training in Monastery. They monks had taken away oor freedom, fur everything. ‘n’ we didnae deserve it.- the ginger man explained, with a comprehensive and kind smile. -Ye can get rid of th’ cassock. As I did.- he then added, trying to give him some hope.

François temporarily ignored the odd accent that man had while speaking French, an accent he never heard from him during their years in Monastery. He shook his head and eyed him.

-That’s the point, Matthew, I… I don’t want to get rid of the cassock. I love my job, and I love priesthood, it makes me feel so close to God, so protected.- the Abbé protested, pulling back his hand from Lucille’s and holding tight his cassock, as if someone wanted to take it away from him. Suddenly, Matthew’s soft gaze turned into a frown, his eyebrow lifted.

-Protected from what?- he asked, inquisitive. That question immediately emptied François’s head from any other reply of defense he wanted to let out, and another doubt was added. From what he wanted to be protected from, by the loving yet cumbersome Holy graces?

The dark-haired boy brought his nails at his mouth, chewing them as he thought of an answer, but his thoughts stopped when he heard the door of his office being knocked. Valcour opened that door a bit, and peeked his head to look at his chief, apologetically bowing.

-My apologies for having interrupted, Abbé. The professor Martin Francœur has just arrived.- the man timidly and politely announced, Lucille smiled.

-Wonderful! Thanks, monsieur, let my friend in, we were impatiently waiting for him.- she joyfully beamed, François gasped and quickly adjusted himself, his cheeks turning a bright red, his beloved rascal finally back to him!

His shiny and hopeful gaze turned off when he saw the lonely figure of a chubby short man with light brown hair, tied up in a low ponytail, and a massive moustache, his eyes black and almond-shaped, get in the room, taking off his hat and sighing, visibly worried.

-Good day to everyone...- he saluted, looking down as if he had no courage to face the others.

Matthew and Lucille were surprised too, and looked at each other, the ginger man cupping his wife’s cheek and briefly caressing it to reassure her, she looked at Martin.

-Good day to you, Professor. Where...where’s my brother?- the nurse asked, trying to sound as calm as possible to not alarm the Abbé even more, he was concerned enough already.

The Professor took a deep and long breath, and finally managed to look up at her.

-He escaped again.-

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[mizzarh]

Something I made almost a year ago, which I never got around to post.

I was dealing with pain in my wrist and neck, so the only way to draw anything without tensing up, was through traditional media - in this case markers. Also, work was stressful + I had an art block, so I just studied a still frame

It’s a little wonky and uneven, but that’s all part of the process of getting back at it :´)

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Joaquin Phoenix Dating Headcanons

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• Joaquin would always be so gentle and kind to you. He’d treat you like you were the most special thing on earth to ever exist, and would make the quality time he spends with you represents that.

• You always go on dog walks with him while he tells you the strange and slightly weird things he’s picked up and learned during life. Sometimes the two of you just walk in silence and enjoy the scenery together if you head somewhere new, and he loves being able to be so comfortable with you.

• He prefers to keep your relationship private, he doesn’t want to share you with the public and he knows how daunting celebrity life can be. However, because of this he’s always on high alert or can be easily annoyed when the two of you have been spotted by paparazzi.

• Joaquin becomes fully invested in the characters he plays, so your encouragement means the world to him. Even just helping him learn his lines or listening to him explain a new character concept feels intimate to him. The two of you definitely come up with your own characteristics for each character to make them more relatable or liked by the audience.

• He loves making food with him, even if you aren’t friendly with the vegetarian or vegan lifestyle. But he would very much appreciate it if you were. Joaquin needs someone who feels the same as him with matters he feels very seriously about or he may struggle to keep a deep connection with them.

• He doesn’t like short term relationships. If you two were to date he’d see you far down the road with whole hearted commitment to your shared relationship. If not he would lose interest almost instantly. Joaquin needs someone he can be true to, not someone only interested in a fling.

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[showmethesneer]

I made something so stupid.. but my 16-year-old self who went feral watching Quills jumped out

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