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joa-quin-phoe-nix-fan · 3 years

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Just A Simple Unrequited Love-Part 1-Abbé de Coulmier X reader FF

Just A Simple Unrequited Love-Part 1

You had noticed that the Abbé had been working awfully hard recently. No one knew why, but this week was the week that all the patients unintentionally and unanimously decided to all be the most difficult.

When normally a patient playing with, eating or throwing their own feces was only really a thing that happened once a week if even at all, this week there were 2-4 cases of this happening every day! This meant that the Abbé not only had to clean whole rooms and patients (with help of course but not many handmaids really wanted to do that and the Abbé didn’t really want them doing it either so he would try to just dismiss them early) but he also had to calm down these patients, volatile, rude, violent, and terrifying. He would get hit, kicked, spat on, and even have feces thrown on him, but he was always patient and kind, smiling nicely at them and comforting them.

Another thing that happened was that a group of patients were found fornicating in the chapel. Although anyone close enough to the Abbé knew that he was furious at this, but again, he was calm and patient, scolding the patients kindly and fairly before going into the chapel with all the handmaids and cleaned the entire chapel from top to bottom, then cleansed it with incense and chanting.

Then it turned out that the Marquis was releasing his novels again, embarrassing the Abbé and shaming Charenton. The Abbé had to have a talk with the Marquis that almost turned violent, but Abbé reminded the Marquis that he could very easily make it so he could never write again and the Marquis withdrew from the argument.

In between these events were many other smaller issues such as some of the torches in the great hall falling and a small carpet catching on fire, having to round up all the pyromaniacs, the library becoming infested with rats and silverfish, two patients getting in a fist fight, patients being kept up at night with terrible nightmares, and the cafeteria food being rumoured of being poisoned by a rather paranoid patient.

Needless to say, the Abbé was extremely tired, but no matter how tired he was, he kept going, kept helping, kept getting more and more tired. At a certain point, he sort of just drifted around Charenton, smiling tiredly and sadly at everyone with giant bags under his eyes, looking like a skeleton since he hadn’t had time to have a full meal for days, still having to help any way he could. He would feel destroyed if anything bad happened at Charenton and he hadn’t helped. He would feel like he had failed his cause and not know what to do with himself. This fear pushed him further and further until in that week alone, he had only had about 3 hours of sleep.

You had noticed this, like all the other handmaids, you were all worried about him and if there was work to do you would all beg him to stop and get to sleep, but he was as stubborn as he was dedicated. Every night, when you went to sleep, you sobbed at the knowledge that the Abbé was still up and still deteriorating in health and that there was nothing that you could do. You loved him so much and couldn’t stand to see him like that every day, but if you didn’t, you would feel just as sad. He was the whole reason you had become a handmaid at Charenton, you had seen him in the streets, wearing his cassock, looking at everyone with a look of comforting love and respect, this was rather uncommon in your town so it stood out like a sore thumb. This is what made you fall for him instantly, in fact, some might say that it was love at first sight. That’s when you joined the handmaidens at Charenton and as each day passed, you fell deeper and deeper in love with him. After you had noticed what was happening to the Abbé you instantly knew that what you needed to do was to stay by his side as much as possible, no matter what you witnessed or had to clean, and that’s what you did. You caught the things that slipped through his hands due to his weakness, you made sure that you cleaned much more than half of the room so he would have less to clean, you helped him reach the things that he couldn’t reach, and you helped calm down as many patients as you could, but most of them just wanted the Abbé.

One day, you were taking down the sheets off of the lines together, a morbid silence suffocating you both. You had just turned away from him for a second to pull down a sheet that had gotten stuck when you heard a loud thud and the wooden springing sound of the basket held by the Abbé bouncing on the grass. You turned to see what happened and found the Abbé on the ground, the basket by his side, looking like a mountain next to the now frail man. You ran to him, checking his pulse and his breath, he was just sleeping. You sighed with relief, sitting next to him and stroking his hair, this woke him up and his eyes shot open as he breathed in sharply. He tried to jump up to get back to work but you held his hand tightly. “Don’t do this.” he breathed “I need to make sure everything is okay” you slowly pulled him down, with him finally complying for the first time in a week. “Everything is not okay as long as you aren’t okay.” you whispered, stroking his face and patting your lap, “you need sleep, come here and rest, the other handmaids will do what needs to be done.” He tried desperately to say no, to jump up, tell you that he was perfectly fine and run off to his tasks, but he couldn’t. He knew he was in bad shape and needed sleep, your lap suddenly looked incredibly comfortable and he could no longer resist. He flopped down onto your lap, surprising you at first but you were still very happy, he was finally resting. You smiled down at him and stroked his black hair, noting that despite his young age, he was already developing grey hairs.

Eventually the other handmaids noticed the Abbé’s absence and came looking for him. At that point you had sat there with him for at least 1 hour. The Abbé was deep in sleep and would not wake up to anything. The handmaids and you carried him to his bed carefully, them then recommending that you stay with him. They knew exactly how much you loved him and they never told you this but they were all pretty certain that he loved you too. In fact, they had been trying to play Cupid for a while before the Abbé's slow descent. They all loved him too but none among them could bring themselves to say that they thought that you two wouldn’t be a lovely couple. There had always been a lovely sense of sorority between all the handmaids, this would only change much later when two new handmaidens arrived in Charenton; Madelaine and Charlotte.

You sat on the bed, with the Abbés head on your lap, he was lightly snoring, which was adorable and you had to be careful of your heartbeat, scared that it was becoming so loud that he would surely hear it and wake up with a start. As time passed, you started to study the form of his face, beautiful black hair that curled at the ends, but he never grew it out long enough for you to see if it was curly or wavy, you wondered how he would react to seeing the few grey hairs on his head and giggled. His eyes, green as the brightest emerald when open, now shut with his long eyelashes fluttering like a stirring butterfly every few minutes. His lips, not thick but not terribly thin, decorated with a thin line on the left of his philtrum, these were the perfect lips for smiling, luckily that was something he loved to do, smiling at everyone that passed him. “I smile at everyone Y/N, because I happen to know that a scowl can ruin one’s appetite, but a smile can better one’s day.” This was his only explanation, but he didn’t need one, you loved that he just did it and anything just to be nice. His lips were not ones that you couldn’t even imagine yelling, you also hoped you would never see that. His hands, worn from work, looked a little bit older than the rest of his body, but that only showed how dedicated he was to the work he did at Charenton.

After quite a while of just looking at him lovingly, you decided that you should try to occupy yourself in any way possible. You picked up your knitting needles, wool and the list of sizes and colour preferences of all the patients. You started at it, pink socks for Olivier, orange gloves for Lucille, a gold scarf for the Marquis and a blue hat for Gwenaëlle. As you knitted, you wondered if the Abbé had enough warm things for the winter, and what his favourite colour was. All you had ever seen him in was his black cassock. Once you had finished the pink socks and blue hat, you started knitting a red scarf for the Abbé. You had no clue if he even liked that colour, but you thought that it would look perfect on him. You knit and knit and knit, the scarf was probably at about your height when you finally stopped. This was when you realized that your legs had fallen asleep, from his head cutting off circulation to them. You decided that this was probably your cue to change position. You squirmed out from underneath him and adjusted him better on his bed, with his head fully on the pillow. Then you decided to sit next to the bed with your arms and head resting on it. Slowly, your eyes started to shut and you felt yourself doze off...

The Abbés eyes fluttered open slowly, when did he fall asleep? How did he get into his bed? He looked around sleepily, trying to figure out what happened when he saw Y/N, his favourite handmaid. The one he loved...her head laying on the bed next to him, she was fast asleep. There were 3 beautifully knitted things sitting nicely and folded around her. The one that caught his eye though, was a beautiful, long red scarf sitting directly to the left of her. He loved the colour red, it was the colour of roses, the colour of beautiful chili peppers, the colour of apples and jam. A thought passed through his head, what if she made it for him? Had he even told her his favourite colour? My Lord, she looked beautiful, so innocent and pure, dreaming softly right next to him. He reached over and stroked the ball of hair in front of him, her hair dancing between his fingers like water. He chuckled slightly, she was just so cute. He suddenly stopped, what was he doing? Did this count as lust? Or was it just shameful because he was so deeply in love with a simple handmaid? He shook it off. It was just a simple unrequited love, that’s it. He could keep control of his heart until it eventually passed.

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nanabrainrot · 4 years

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could you do some nsfw and sfw headcanons where abbe becomes obsessed with the innocent reader? if the reader could be male that would be amazing but if you're not so comfortable with that that's fine! your writing is so good btw!

Hello! I’m not familiar with writing m!readers I’m sorry :( I primarily write f!readers I hope you understand! Here are some headcanons 💕 thank you for your patience

Abbe de Coulmier Obsessive Headcanons

SFW Headcanons

• Charenton is a cold, dull place and, as a Man of God, the Abbe de Coulmier even finds the Spirit waning in him the more horrid things he sees. As his endeavors in converting the Marques stretches on, you are by his side and, while well intentioned, you manage to complicate it even further.

• You wear clothes that inevitably fit you a bit tighter due to your curvaceous form and his wandering eye becomes beyond ignoring. Of course, you remain oblivious, giggling as you help the patients play catch in the courtyard, taunting him as your breasts bounce as you frolick innocently. You are the forbidden fruit and the serpent lulls him toward you a bit more everyday.

• The default kindness in you kills him. Conversation is so natural from your pink lips, a white grin flashing at everyone who speaks to you and as time goes on, you notice every single time the Abbe sees you in discussion, he interrupts, with measly tasks and basic small talk, ushering the other person off. Too kind, you accept the conversation of the dashingly handsome Abbe, smiling sweetly up at him and he comes to terms he wants your smile to be his alone. The serpent lulls him closer as you look up at him.

• He becomes almost your shadow. Actually, he makes you become his, after some strange time of him following you to activities to lead patients to their quarters or make runs to the infirmary, he’s there, expecting. Suddenly, he requests you as his assistant. His personal assistant, staying in his offices, alone and sifting through papers. You see less of others, the kind laundresses and sweet nurses are no longer there to converse, so you get chattier with the Abbe; why would you mind if a nice handsome man was the only one who talked to you? He was a Man of God, he couldn’t possibly have any gross motive. (But he does)

NSFW! Headcanons

• The Abbe de Coulmier politely demands requests that you move your quarters beside his. Albeit an odd request, you oblige, it’s be a less lengthy walk to his offices and if he required your services, you’d be a door away! During moving your belongings, he absolutely insists on helping you, by moving most things in, and, after everything is moved in, he tells you to go off and do some paperwork as he unpacks for you. You’re a bit taken aback as it’s your personal belongings he’s unpacking, but the weird eagerness in his face tells you he really, really wants to unpack your belongings. After all, you’ll only be two doors away in his offices, what’s the worry? “Okay,” you smile at the Abbe and hug him briefly before setting off out the door to file the patients’ records, “I can’t thank you enough Abbe, for everything.”

He makes a beeline for your boxes, opening them all until he finds it: your panties. He collects a select few, all an innocent white, some with silly patterns you crudely sewn for fun, and he sneaks to his room next door, shoving some pairs into his pillow case for later. Only a few, you won’t notice, he thinks. You notice, but guess your laundress friends might have missorted the laundry you asked them to do and go about your night routine before nestling into your bed while, next door, the Abbe lays on his back, face pressed deep into your white, flowery cotton panties. He’s practically holding the fruit and the serpent tongues his hand.

He gives himself 50 lashes the next night in silence over The New Testament, bound by aged leather, just like the leather breaking his back.

• The Marques taunts him the next day, somewhat reading his tightness in response to the Marques’ suggestive texts. As he grows frustrated with the Marques’ continued rebellion, the wigged man grins a gross grin at him as you hurry into the Marques’ quarters, softly grabbing the Abbe’s wrist, making him noticeably stiffen, but not you, no, you never notice. “Abbe, I was wondering if you want me to put the patient records in alphabetical order or date order?” you questioned, fingers twiddling with the strings of your apron, glancing and flashing a smile at the Marques, who blew you a kiss. “Alphabetical, now go back to the offices. You need not to be in the room with a man as crude as this. Run along,” he ushered you out the room quickly, much to your dismay, feeling like he treated you like a child. You didn’t know what the Marques did. You didn’t know exactly what sex included exactly, a bit sheltered from stuff like that all your life, and being by the Abbe didn’t help.

“Oh, is that why you seem so skittish these days, Abbe?” Marques snickered, laying back on the chaise lounge, taunting. “You hate my books, my great Justine, my 120 Days of Sodom, but only because you envy that, don’t you? Your Vow of Chastity weakens when you smell that sweet piece of flesh’s hair and the thought of the people loving my books disgusts you, when you really want it. You want to feel her —“

The Abbe’s hands were on his neck in a hot fury. For a few moments, they struggled until the Abbe threw him off the chaise lounge, the Marques landing on the floor in a strained huff. “Mock me until your throat goes sore, but not her.” The next day, he took everything, the quills, parchment, books, stripped him bare of humanity. The Abbe de Coulmier smelled your panties, this time they had green vines on the cotton.

• One day, he suggests a confession, but not in the confessional, no. In his office, at dark, the doors locked, and he moves your chair close beside his behind the mahogany desk. The window and curtains are drawn closed and you sit close, trusting, with eyes closed as your hands are pressed together in prayer, your shoulders’ touching. He wants to strip your heart and soul bare before he moves onto your body, his little assistant of three long months of temptation. “Are you a virgin?” He says boldly, staring at you, knowing you dared not open your eyes. You stiffen in your seat a bit, red in the face, red in your beautiful face. “Yes, Abbe,” you blush, “I never, ever let a boy hug me, not kiss me, not even on the cheek. I have to do those things with the man I wanna marry, Abbe.”

“When was the last time you touched yourself, child?”

Silence washes the room.

“An hour ago.”

The serpent is close and his teeth scrape the skin on the forbidden fruit, cock hard on his slacks as he pictures you, legs spread wide, everything but your white cotton panties off, and you stroking yourself through them, a little wet, then a lot wetter, then he crawls over you, moves the cotton and he - then he - then he —

“Confession is ended. Return to your quarters and say 10 Hail Marys.”

• The night the Vow of Chastity was torn in two was the night he found the Marques, the Marques that taunted him about you, about your soft hair, your plush lips, how pink your pussy could be under your skirts, nude surrounded by his filth. “Leave us be,” he warned the other man, granting his last rights before he lowered the cross to the (unworthy) man’s face, whose unruly face came forward and bit the cross off the rosary, swallowing hard in his last suffering moments. The picture of a good God was tainted by the actions of the cruel men around the Abbe, the Abbe tainted by trauma handed to him by a God testing his faith and, already failing that test, he screamed his lungs dry.

The Abbe slunk away that night, away from the gross feces on the wall scribbling heinous texts, from the body of a sadist, from his own ungodly sin against the Marques, to let him be treated as he didn’t want to be treated. The Abbe de Coulmier slunk away to his quarters, tearful, eyes bright red and still snivelling, the cicadas in the night dulling his pathetic sobs. He stood hunched before his own quarters before looking left, where your door stood, where you probably lay sleeping beautifully, looking like a cherub in your cotton white panties.

He knocks on your door that night, you scurry sleepily to the door, your hair falling from a braid down your shoulder and look up at him in your loose nightgown, eyes glazed with fatigue and concern. You were so beautiful. “What’s wrong, Abbe?” you say quietly, grabbing his hand gently and drawing him into your room and closing the door behind you, locking it and leading him to your bed. You sit beside him, breasts begging to be sucked behind the thin fabric as you rub circles on his hunched back, not close enough. The Abbe looks at you with dark eyes and places a large hand on your thigh. Freeze. You freeze until his hot touch as his eyes, hollow, burn the image of you in this moment into them. “Let me make you a woman tonight. Take off your dress, y/n.”

You swallow thickly and stand up, pulling the fabric over your head. Nude, supple flesh standing bare before him and he takes your hand and lays you down, eyes still missing that hope that drew you in two years ago when you met him, and spreads your legs. His left hand rubs at your folds as his right unbuttons his trousers, which drop to the floor shortly thereafter. His fingers pump in and out, then both his hands palm your breasts, then suddenly he’s naked and on top of you, panting animalistically with eyes swimming with affection and tears. You look up at him with sweet, loving eyes, your brows furrowed in worry, but still moaning and the feeling that you longed for breaking you slowly. He burns this image in his brain. I have to do those things with the man I wanna marry, Abbe. So be it. The Vow of Chastity and hope may have been lost, but he will gain a wife out of you, a baby, a cottage far from this truly godforsaken place. You wished to be his long ago, prayed for it even. Your prayer came true, at the expense of everything he used to be. You would be his alone until time caved in on itself.

He bit the fruit and the serpent laughed as he buried his serpent in you, over and over and over.

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asphodelsandpomegranates · 4 years

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Somewhere Within These Halls (part 1) (Abbé de Coulmier x Reader)

It did not hurt when you crawled out of hell. In fact, it was rather fun. Rather full of suspense, especially with what you were about to do.

What, you ask?

Why, a little strife, of course.

You had been sent to cause a little rift within the mad house, Charenton, and then come home. And that's what you intended to do.

The doors easily opened to you. And you were met...with no one in sight.

Stepping into the foyer of the house, the only sounds of your bare feet hitting softly against the stone floor. A distant laugh sounded far off – somewhere deep in the large household – and all grew silent. You continued your way along the empty halls. Your taloned fingers running against the stone cold walls. You rolled your neck thrice, clicking every single bone and loosening every crick there and began to pour out your very 'soul' into the—.

“Excuse me.” a voice called out, making you halt mid-step. You had been found? “Have you lost your way, my child? Come now, back to bed.”

A small smile appeared on your lips. Poor little, naïve lamb. You turned, readying yourself to strike when you caught sight of the man before you. This man was...absolutely exquisite. Was he an angel? There was noway! Why on earth had an angel come here? Of all places? But on closer inspection you found that he was wearing clothes that belonged to those who belonged to the church.

Oh, what were the chances of you finding a Man of God within the space of five minutes!

“Pardon me, good sir. But I'm a weary, lost girl that just happened to come across...this place. Where am I?”

The man, or priest, stepped closer to you, his dark robes swirling around him, making him look like some sort of majestic creature. “Oh, well, I'm sure we of Charenton will find you a place to stay here.”

You gave a little bow to the priest. “Thank you, kind sir. I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name.”

“Oh, well, I am the Abbé De Coulmier, just call me Abbé, dear child. And what is your name?”

“(Y/N), my Abbé.” you purred, whilst still trying to keep the innocent act up. Maybe there would be no time to infect the whole asylum but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get this priest under your thumb. Or maybe just underneath you.

The Abbé moved closer to you, steering you into a different direction. As his hand came into contact with your shoulder, you felt a spark, a strange tingling sensation at his touch.

“So, my dear (Y/N). Where are you from?” the Abbé asked as you followed him through the halls.

“So, a little place just south.” you replied, smiling at your little inside joke.

“Oh, so you do come from France, then? It's just your accent is must usual.”

You shrugged. “Well, when you've been here, there and every where, you tend to pick little habits up.”

“Well, I'm sure you must have some stories to tell.”

“I highly doubt that I could. I might talk your ears off.”

“I'm sure you can give one of our patients a run for his money.”

“Patients?” you asked, suddenly becoming a little curious.

“Yes. This is Charenton. An asylum for the...insane.”

“Goodness. And you're in charge?”

“You could say that.” the Abbé smiled, bashfully.

“Goodness. How lucky am I to meet you?”

“Well, the Lord does work in mysterious ways.”

“Yes. I often thought of the 'Divine Plan' as...ineffable.”

“I've never thought of God's plan like that.” he laughed.

At another level from where the patients lived, you both turned a corner and the Abbé gestured to one of the rooms.

“This will be yours here. The one next to it is mine.”

“How fortunate.” you giggled. How fortunate, indeed~.

“Yes, well if you need anything, I'll only be a door away and I shall be glad to give you tour of Charenton, tomorrow.”

“Oh, I'd love a tour, Abbé.” you purred. You stepped round so that you stood between the door to your new room and the Abbé.

This was it. Your chance had come, to grasp and do as you pleased. This Man of God will be sinning with you, dawn till dusk, for all of eternity.

You leaned in towards him before maneuvering to cheek and pressing your lips there in a soft kiss that meant to much more. Your lips lingered there, you were meant to. You poured your magic into his very soul, infecting every bone in his body. But all the while, as you lips stayed on his cheek, you began to feel that odd prickling sensation that you'd felt before rise in you.

As you pulled away, you looked into the Abbé's eyes, your own flaring scarlet.

You frowned.

Whilst his pupils were dilated a little, you couldn't feel your power in him. Its as though your spells had had no affect on him. How was this possible? You had one this thousands of times. You had infected thousands of mortals, of those pathetic humans...but not this one.

What are you, Abbé? You thought to yourself.

“Is everything all right, (Y/N)?” the Abbé asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Y-yes. Absolutely.” you said, planting a fake smile on your face. “Well, good night, Abbé.”

“...Good night.”

And you swept into the room, slamming the door behind you, your eyes burning red like the fires in the pits of Hell itself!

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mysadcorner · 2 years

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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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provokedgoalie · 3 years

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why don't they have any thigh riding fics for abbe de coulmier? hMMM???

#abbe x reader #abbe de coulmier #quills (2000)#thigh riding #maybe he's not ready to be inside of you #so he has you get off on his thigh #his hands are shaky and don't know where to place them #even tho this was his idea he's nervous #but once he feels you rock against him he can't help but melt #and his moans echo in the cathedral #JSBDJDJ fuck should i write this then??#I'm... inspired #by myself lmao #c #tagging this as #to write #because it's probably happening

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five-miles-over · 3 years

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Let Me Save You (Thomas Sharpe x Abbé de Coulmier)

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe (from Crimson Peak) x Abbe de Coulmier (from Quills) Not sure if this should be platonic or something more.

Warnings: Mentions of incest, abuse, and murder. Also 1-2 instances of swearing

Summary: While on holiday with his sister Lucille in Paris, Baronet Thomas Sharpe briefly escapes from her vigilant eye only to flee to an asylum and find solace in the company of a kind-hearted priest.

Word Count: 1,691

"I have something to confess."

Thomas placed his snow-covered hands in his lap like a little boy, blinking in the confessional. His chest rose up and down, his breath scattered after this rather unplanned escapade. Lucille never liked going to church. She had always taught Thomas that God was nothing but an evil concept meant to make humans miserable. She hated going to church, and after their mother passed, the brother and sister duo rarely ever attended a service, apart from the occasional Christmas mass.

So what was he even doing here? Had he made the right choice to go to a church in an unknown part of Paris?

No, he shouldn't be here, he told himself. Lucille would be upset if she knew that he was here. Maybe he should leave, before any of the housekeepers noticed his absence. Was anyone even listening, or was he talking to an empty room?

"What is it you wish to confess, good man?" A soft voice responded from behind the somewhat see-through wall. "Speak, for here you shall be protected by the Almighty."

So there was someone listening after all. Thomas swallowed, his throat constricted as if he were choking on his own words. The baronet could feel his heartbeat quicken, and he began to rub his pale fingers together. This was it. Tonight, he would bare his deep, dark soul and seek peace for himself, and no one else.

"Tell me, my good man. Have no fear," the voice goaded.

The baronet swallowed again, simultaneously fighting the urge to silence the priest with a scream. Instead, Thomas turned to his left, daring himself to catch a glimpse of whom this priest could possibly be. Through the weaves in the wooden window, he could see a hint of pale skin - perhaps this man remained indoors most of the time. And the black curls…they almost reminded him of his own. A shame this man chose to devote himself to God; Thomas almost smirked at the idea of damsels mourning how he could never be a husband or a lover. A morbid joke indeed.

"My sister does not know I'm here," Thomas finally muttered after a long pause. The priest complimented Thomas for being considerate and thinking of her, only for the baronet to icily thank him in return.

"Is that all you wish to confess, my good man?

Say yes, the voice inside Thomas's head spoke. Say yes, and leave this place at once. If Lucille finds out…

"I confess…" Thomas blinked, going silent again.

"Yes, go on. Speak freely, my good man," the Abbe repeated.

Thomas crossed his arms and tried to take a deep breath. Instead, his breath grew even more ragged than it already was. Heavens, he wanted to speak…he shouldn't…he couldn't. What if this priest knew her? What if there was someone else in the church - if not her, it could be someone working for her. Lucille always wanted to be in control. By running off like this, he was openly defying her in a way he'd never done before. His hands shivered, suddenly colder and weaker. His muscles continued tensing, especially in his thighs and calves.

Through the wooden wall of the confessional, the Abbé decided to take a different approach. "Are you afraid of your sister?" He asked in a soft voice, sensing the tension and uneasiness of the baronet. "Is that why you have come without her knowledge."

By this point, tears were welling up in Thomas's eyes when the Abbé's voice came through the wall. Was he truly going mad or was the priest still there, waiting for Thomas to speak? He placed a hand upon his fluttering stomach. He felt as if his insides were bubbling up and threatening to fill his throat with bile.

"I…am…afraid."

Thomas panted, realizing the words that had just slipped off his tongue. "I'm afraid of my sister," he repeated, much more audible this time. "I'm afraid of her, and that is why I came without telling her."

The Abbé took a deep breath, glad the man was able to voice his thought. "Why are you afraid of your sister, my good man?"

"I'm not," Thomas immediately denied.

"But you…"

"I KNOW WHAT I SAID!" The baronet shouted, clenching a fist and letting the tears freely roll down his cheek. "I know…I know…"

"Then tell me what you fear," the Abbé softly replied. He placed his palm against the wall, knowing it was the closest thing he could offer as a reassuring touch. "Your words are safe here. No one will know what you have said here, except for God. I promise you."

"I…I…" Thomas sobbed childishly. He clutched his knees while the tears blurred his vision. "I worry she'll find me. She'll hurt me and...she never…she never liked me leaving her sight. She claims it always made her sad. I want her to be happy."

"Your sister will not hurt you, my good man. The Lord protects those who take refuge."

The baronet shook his head. "My sister said that God only wanted to take people's happiness, and make them miserable…that's why she never wanted to pray."

The Abbé insisted, "That is far from true, my good man."

"Then…" Thomas reluctantly began, "Would God have mercy upon a sister with love for her brother? Would he not want to take her happiness?"

"What do you speak of?"

"My…my…my sister, she…my sister and I…we loved each other."

The Abbé nodded silently. He did not want to judge the other man; after all, one could never truly know another's story. "You loved each other."

"Yes," Thomas whispered. "We made love when we were young, she taught me how." He curled his fingers inward, wrinkling the fabric of his trousers. "Lucille told me that our love was the only thing worth preserving, and how everything else in this world meant nothing in comparison."

"I see."

"No, you don't," he asserted. "For so long, Lucille was the only real woman in my life. We lost our mother at a young age, and I married others, but she…there is no one like her. She made me promise not to fall in love with anyone else, and then promised to do the same. I did everything she told me to, everything." Thomas gritted his teeth. "I shared her bed when she wanted me. I fucked her, and let her fuck me in any way she pleased. And worse, I spilled blood for her! I willingly killed people who found out the truth about us, because nothing else mattered! Nothing else mattered except for her, and her love."

Thomas shook his head again, tightly shutting his eyes. "I kept quiet when she poisoned my wives, I kept quiet when she committed her dirty crimes, and I kept quiet when she lied to policemen time and time again! I kept quiet, and now…I don't know how to anymore."

Hearing all of this, the Abbé closed his own eyes and sighed. This man had been through far too much.

"You must be disgusted…" Thomas spat. If not before, surely the priest would have left by now. What was he thinking, confessing his and Lucille's sexual affair to this priest? It was no secret those men condemned incest.

"No, my good man." The Abbé quietly protested. "No. Rather, I am proud of your courage to speak up about these things. God is not angry with you. He sympathizes with your pain and if you take His refuge, He will certainly heal your wounds."

The baronet continued to keep his eyes closed. Aside from a ringing in his ears, the sound of his rapid heartbeat resounded inside his head. And the only thing that kept Thomas from passing out in the confessional at that moment was the priest's level-headed calming voice.

"Are you still here, my good man?"

"Yes," Thomas mustered. "Yes I am."

"Very good," the Abbé smiled a little. "Very good."

"So…what must I do now?"

"Now," the Abbé calmly advised. "You must trust in the Lord. Now that He knows of your pain, He has offered you protection. Wherever you go now, He will be watching you from above. Have faith in this, and let your soul be uplifted."

"How do I know he's there?…He was never there when I was a child," Thomas petulantly retorted.

"God was always there, and always will be," the priest assured the baronet. "You must believe in Him, that He will care for you."

After a long, aching silence between the two men, Thomas finally spoke. "I should go now."

"You wish to go leave - have you more to confess, my good man?"

"No," Thomas answered, this time with a strange sense of conviction. "I have nothing more to confess."

The Abbé nodded again. "You must be feeling immeasurable pain, my good man. Perhaps it would be foolish of me to even begin to imagine what it must be like…but I can promise you that it will pass. One day, it will all be better."

"Thank you, Abbé." The baronet sniffed, addressing the priest the way he knew most French people did. He rose up from the seat and opened the door, only to find the priest leaving the confessional as well. "Not many sinners tonight, I suppose."

The Abbé shook his head, a light smile forming upon his face when he beheld the other man for the first time. "No matter who may come here, no one leaves as a sinner, my good man."

"Thank you again for listening to me," Thomas reciprocated the priest's smile.

"My door will always be open to you, my good man."

"It's Thomas," he softly corrected.

"Enjoy your evening, Thomas." Standing on the tips of his toes, the Abbé air-kissed Thomas's cheeks and then calmly walked away.

And as for the Baronet, he closed his eyes and silently prayed, listening to the Abbé's footsteps fade into silence. God have mercy upon my sister. And protect this Parisian priest from all harm.

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years

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House of Lust (part 7)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut

I'm sorry I haven't post this before. I'm with lots of work, and I didn't have time. Next week, I'm posting again, I promise!

"Stay there, Abbé." Odelle said. "Don't move until I say so."

François did what she said. He didn't move. He stayed there, waiting for her next movement. She just went to a dressing room next to where they were.

"Don't try anything else. A guard is behind the door." Said she, after closing the door.

François looked at the bedroom better than before. It was bigger than yours, but it only had the bed against the wall, two little tables where candles were.

The walls were red, and two black courtains covered the windows so well that no sunlight could be seen from there. But he knew the windows had bars. He couldn't go anywhere.

He walked in silence to one of the night tables, and saw a book. The Marquis de Sade still had fans, he thought while seeing The 120 Days of Sodom, his last book, published a lot after he died, actually three years after.

He was about taking the book when the dressing room door opened. Odelle came out naked, showing her beautiful body to François. Yes, she was beautiful, even if he didn't want to accept it.

He felt himself getting hard. After that time Madeline came to his room in Charenton, and kissed him so passionately, he never had a woman in front of him so close, with such a desire in her eyes.

Odelle approached to him, and lifted her hands, touching his face. At that moment, he could just hit her and try to escape. Was he really capable to do it? Maybe.

But something inside him, lust perhaps, told him not to. Or maybe has his rational mind telling him the guard was out. He stood there, feeling her fingers caressing his skin softly.

"Go to the bed. Get yourself down on your chest."

She started to undress him. Button by button, his cassock fell off, letting him just in his white shirt and his pants, these streched by his erection.

"Oh, it seems you don't use to watch a girl like this, don't you?" She laughed, taking out his shirt, her long nails scratching his chest a little, going down until she took off his pants, his cock popping against his abbs. "Look at you, you're so damn hot. What a shame you never shared your body until now."

François then obeyed, and went to the bed, his face to a side in the pillow, feeling his hard cock against the white, pure sheets, wishing some relief.

He felt her fingers taking off his boats, feeling completely nude and vulnerable. Her hands went slowly from his feet to his muscle ankles. He felt tingles behind his knees, and then he gasped a little when she touched his thighs.

She heard a notable moan from his lips when her fingers squeezed his buttocks. He never felt something like that.

He had pleasure himself before, yes: first time when he was twelve and discovered sexuality; once before going to the seminary, before giving himself to God. And then after Madeline's death, when he was put in the old Marquis' cell, abbandoned by God, a lot of times while rememering her.

But that touch was different to all. That single squeeze in his butt, and he started to melt, wanting those fingers in his dick.

"Look at you! You're a mess already! How needy you are, Abbé!" She mocked, her nails scratching harder. He moaned again.

Her nails went up to his back. He trembled a little, her hands taking his in a fast movement, letting them in the head of the bed. Her fingers went down from his hair, to the back of his neck, to his back again.

And suddenly, he felt pain. Her nails sinked in his skin, hurting him. Some blood started to gush, and he complained.

"Stop..." He murmured. And she did it. But then, he felt her lips going through the skin of his back, her tongue licking the crimson liquid.

How different you were, he thought. You took care of him, cleaned his blood, cured his wounds, for a few minutes at least. And Odelle was just an animal, licking his blood as a vampire, hurting him.

She leaned on him, and he felt her breasts against his back, her hard nipples caressing the wounds of his skin. She took something he couldn't see from the other night table, and touched his skin with it.

He didn't know what it was. He started to think about it, but his mind went over when her lips went to his neck, sucking the sensitive skin.

He moaned again, pleasure hitting his body instead of hurt, the cold item she had in her hand caressing his soft skin. Until he felt whatever it was against his buttocks, sending shivers down his spine.

"Now don't be afraid, honey. This might hurt a little. But then it will be wonderful."

Her voice was cutted when she started to lick her own fingers. He felt the wetness in his asshole, and then the object suddenly inside him, pain invading him more than never.

His gasp was cutted too. Air wasn't enough to enter into his lungs. It was all so different, as he never imagined. She didn't even touch his erection, but the desire going through his body was out of his world.

And she started to move the object, thrusting inside him, pumping in and out, pleasure really going through all his body. He started to moan more and more, and she enjoyed it.

He closed his eyes, hair falling to his face, sweat in his neck skin falling to the sheets, his big cock rubbing them, giving him more pleasure. He wished it was her hand, your hand. He was only thinking in you at the moment.

But Odelle's hand started to slap his buttocks while the other kept penetrating him with the object. He was almost screaming from the first time other person that was not himself was giving him such pleasure.

She was really skilled at the art of it, the art of using lust to convince the others. Now, he wasn't even thinking in a way to escape. He wanted more, more from that. And he wanted you to please him. He wanted to please you too.

It was like a powerful drug. He wanted to release. He felt the urge to cum. And the climax was approaching, her hand hitting him, his back hurting for the scratches, and the object going deeper inside him.

"Do you wanna cum?" She murmured to his ear.

"Yes." He answered, truly.

"Do you wanna cum?" She repeated.

"Please..." Said he, moaning more.

"Are you gonna escape? Or are you going to stay to feel more?"

"I want more..." François gasped, looking briefly at the wall, closing his eyes again.

"Good, because this is your first day. And we have a lot more to do." She answered, kissing his cheek, rubbing her naked body against him. "And I wish you can convice my sister to unite us."

The question went through his mind for a second. To do what? Was she talking about you? Did she and Josephine want to make you part of the House of Lust? It seemed to.

But the answer never came. He did. He felt like relief, like if the drug was more powerful than ever, and the orgasm destroyed his body for a few moments. His heart missed its beats. And the sheets went wet undee him because of his huge load of cum. It was wonderful.

He rested there, catching his breath again, still trembling from the sensation of the orgasm. François felt how Odelle took out the object from his asshole, and let it on the night table again.

She kissed his neck, bitting his skin a little. And she got up, going to the door, opening it. The guard was outside. She said something to him, and closed the door.

"Go to Y/N's bedroom. I think is enough for today. You did it very well, my sweet Abbé."

He recovered, and put his clothes back on. Some knocks on the door made Odelle open it, a muscle man waiting outside, watching her with a crocked, perfidious smile. He was the one who will take her moans, now.

He went to your bedroom quickly. He didn't want anyone to see him in that state, sweating, trembling, his hair falling to his face, his cheeks red.

"Hey." You said, watching him entering the room. "It was all... Are you okay?"

You were reading a book, your courtains open, showing the beautiful green fields behind it at daylight. You saw him different at the moment he entered the room. He was not okay.

"What happened, Abbé?" You said, letting your book aside and going to him. "What did she do?"

"She... She just..."

He closed his eyes, suddenly hugging you. You accepted the hug, his head in your shoulder, a few tears in his eyes, his voice cracking. For a moment, he wished he stayed in Charenton, at least in the cell.

"It's okay..." You said, your fingers caressing his hair. "You should rest a little. Come on."

You touched his back, and he jumped for it. You realized that you hurted him. He might be wounded again.

"She just... She scratched my back."

"Are you bleeding?" You said, despair in your face, your fingers trying to undo the buttons of his cassock, but then retiring them.

You took his hand, your touch more comfortable than Odelle's, and guide him to the divan. With some shyness, you finally undid his cassock, taking it out of his shoulders. You saw his nice body again, but then you saw his wounded back.

"Oh my God... Let me just help you."

He saw every movement of yours. While you brought the same piece of cloth that cured his nose the night before, he still thought about how different you were. But then, the memory of the pleasure awaken again, thinking in you doing the things Odelle did to him.

He controled himself, looking through the window, the birds in the trees, the road crossing the field and disappearing in the distance. He felt some ardor when you let the wet cloth in his back, and complained a little.

"Sorry." You said. "Does it hurt bad?"

"Not so bad. It's just a nuisance."

You didn't say nothing when you saw a little of his butt skin red. You imagined Odelle would obviously slap his ass, but what else you could do? You were not going to say him "hey, take off your pants, your buttocks are burning too."

You kept taking care of his back scratchs, as you did before with his nose and lips. You saw his handsome face in the reflection of the window, his beautiful eyes closed while you helped him.

Again you said to yourself he was very attractive. You finished your work, sitting in front of him, looking at his neck and carresing the marks that Odelle left in his skin with your fingers.

"I know I've said this before, but I'm sorry. I don't know what she did to you, but I'm sure they both, Odelle and Josephine, will do other things to you this days. I wish I could say anything else, but you gotta be prepared to it. But I hope we will get out of here."

His eyes met yours. He looked at you with calm, seeing not only how beautiful you were, but also how lovely. Knowing your sisters were monsters, still you were optimistic about escaping.

He watched your lips, and you watched his. Both wanted to kiss each other, to feel the other. And you approached more, your face closer to his, your eyes closing, preparing to the kiss.

But then, he took your hand. You stopped, opening your eyes, seeing how close you were to his face. His eyes were closed, his face pointing down.

"I... I wanna rest a few hours... Please."

You nodded, touching his face, smiling a little. You were about to leave him alone, but he didn't let go your hand. Not yet.

"Can you stay here?" He said, with raspy voice.

"Yeah, sure."

You didn't know what to expect. You had no idea what would your sisters do to him the next days. But he was different by now. You closed the courtains, it didn't matter the hour of the day.

He let his head fall in your lap when you sit again, playing with his hair while reading with your free hand. His back was red, scratches showing more than before because of the wetness of the cloth.

He felt good with you, he felt protected. And maybe it was not a carnal pleasure, but a psychological one to feel that safe with you. He fell asleep a few moments later, his hands touching briefly your thighs.

You wanted that moment to last forever. You didn't realize it was mid-day when you heard some knocks on the door. The meal was ready. You decided to bring some food for the Abbé, seeing him sleeping so well before living. You didn't want him to suffer. But you expected what could come the next day, with Josephine in charge.

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elusive---ivory · 4 years

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Tempt Me - 1

Abbe de Coulmier x Reader, Abbe de Coulmier x Oc

Frick yeah, another fabulous fanfiction, because Quills is funny and super sexy.

In the cobblestone streets of Saint-Maurice France, a fiery temptress roamed the night. She would dance naked, singing songs about death and fire.

Screams from the nuns as the temptress burned down their sanctuaries.

The temptress showed no signs of stopping. The madwoman set hundreds of fires chanting over and over the phrase.

"Que les brûlés soient oubliés."

Eventually, she was caught.

Eléonore Lièvremont was deemed a madwoman, a witch, and a raging sadist. She sat in her quarters, smirking at the erotica she had laid on her desk.

"Fresh linens," called the laundress.

Eléonore glared through the small slot of her chamber door. She dusted feathers off her silk gown as she walked over to her door, picking up her fresh linens.

"Going to see the Marquis again, I see. It would be quite the shame if Abbe de Coulmier knew about your whereabouts, Mademoiselle LeClaire." Eléonore teased.

"Shut up, you're just as guilty as me." Madeline LeClaire commented.

"You know, you do have a key, and I haven't been out in ages." Eléonore tapped on Madeline's hand.

"What? Are you heading to see the Marquis as well?" Madeline pulled her hand away.

Eléonore rolled her eyes, and scoffed. "As if, I already had my time with the old bastard. I don't want anything to do with him. He's so boring, telling the same story over and over. When will he ever try something new?"

Madeline rolled her eyes. "Well, maybe if you actually wrote something, you could criticize him."

Eléonore glared at Madeline, as she walked away from her chambers. Eléonore laid down on her bed. Her silky nightgown falling just above her thighs. She heard a soft voice through her chamber door.

"Madame Eléonore. Are you awake?" The voice asked.

Eléonore recognized that voice in an instant. The very kind voice she's known for six months. "Monsieur Abbe. I'm very much awake, come on in." She said, lowly.

Abbe walked in looking around the messy chamber. "Eléonore, I hope I'm not intruding on anything, but I'd like you to join me for my painting class." Abbe smiled, nervously at the fair temptress in front of him.

Eléonore smirked, looking up at him. She got off the bed, getting closer to the Abbe. "Most certainly, Monsieur. I would love to join your painting class."

Abbe gulped as he was cornered by Eléonore. "Of course, just as soon as you get dress."

"Of course, Abbe." Eléonore backed away from Abbe, placing a hand on hip. She watched as Abbe walked out of her quarters.

Six months ago, Eléonore met with the Marquis de Sade, bonding over their erotic nature and devious thoughts. The relationship between Eléonore and the Marquis lasted a month, until Eléonore decided to change one of his many erotic stories.

She wrote about a priest falling for a succubus, who had longed for love for most of her life. Once Marquis found out about this story, he was furious. Eléonore knew her relationship with Marquis had to end. She spoke to Abbe about moving her quarters. He was hesitant, but filled her request. For the past four months, Eléonore shut herself in her chambers, only reading the erotica passed around in the asylum.

Eléonore was bored of the stories. She was bored to death of the sex. She wanted something unreal. She wanted the love, the compassion, the romance, and the tragedy of human emotions. Eléonore admired the Abbe de Coulmier from afar. He was kind and pure. He built this asylum to help patients spread their creativity.

Eléonore walked into the garden, surprisingly fully clothed. She stared longingly at the wall covered in dead roses.

"Eléonore," called Abbe, "is there something troubling you? I didn't see you in my class."

Eléonore turned around towards Abbe. "No, I'm quite alright. I was clearing my mind."

"You can tell me anything, Eléonore. I'm here to help you." Abbe smiled, kindly. His soft eyes struck Eléonore.

"Do you ever feel stuck in an endless loop of misery and sex?" Eléonore said, bluntly.

Abbe was taken aback by her words. "What ever do you mean?"

"I've read the Marquis stories, and they're always the same. It's like just the same story with the same ending, like it's trapped in some endless loop." Eléonore sighed.

"Has the Marquis been troubling you? I could talk with him. I don't want you to feel helpless here. I want you to be free." Abbe placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I wish I could be free." She whispered.

Abbe looked at her, sympathetically. Poor Eléonore was broken. She may be vulgar, unladylike, as well as a bit of a pyromaniac, but she was also human.

"Come with me, Eléonore. I'd like you to see the choir." Abbe held onto Eléonore's arm as they walked into the cathedral hall.

With the wave of his hand, beautiful song filled the cathedral. Eléonore sat in the front row, looking up at Abbe with full admiration.

Soon, the song came to a stop. Eléonore stood up, giving Abbe a standing ovation.

Her ovation was interrupted by Dr. Royer-Collard, and his colleagues.

"Shouldn't the temptress be locked up in her chambers?" He taunted, glaring at her.

Abbe walked over to greet the doctor. "Doctor, she's merely here to observe. She's locked up in that room for long. I offered her to come with me."

Doctor Royer-Collard was known for his sadistic, and brutal methods for madness. Eléonore knew him from being under his custody. He chained her to the basement for 48 days, until she was brought over to the Charenton.

She owed a lot to the Abbe de Coulmier. Whether he knew it or not, he had saved her many times.

"Now as a matter of business. I've come to check up on you. A certain patient of yours has gotten notoriety from the Emperor." The doctor said, walking with Abbe out of the cathedral.

"I'll meet with you later, Eléonore." Abbe waved bye to Eléonore.

Eléonore meekly waved back, feeling the intensity of Dr. Royer-Collard's glare. She walked back to her chambers where she saw Madeline rummaging through things.

"What the hell are you doing, LeClaire?" Eléonore snapped at the maiden in front of her.

"I'm looking for the book you wrote." Madeline said, defending herself.

"Out, LeClaire." Eléonore growled.

"Where is la tentatrice et le prêtre? The Marquis said you hid it away from him." Madeline complained.

"Why do you need that? That's for my own personal use." Eléonore snapped, furiously.

Madeline found a leather bound notebook, with writing on the inside.

"Mademoiselle LeClaire. Give me that book." Eléonore demanded. She grabbed a hold of one end, whilst Madeline was grabbing on the other end.

"You didn't even write it. This is the Marquis's book not yours." Madeline struggling.

As the two girls keep pulling on the book, soon the book tore with pages flying everywhere.

Madeline was filled with instant regret. "Eléonore, I'm sorry." She whispered, looking at her apologetic.

Eléonore turned to Madeline with rage fueling in her eyes. She lunged herself at Madeline, beating her multiple times.

Abbe felt embarrassed by the Marquis. Marquis had published his erotica behind Abbe's back.

Abbe, being the compassionate man that he is, gave Marquis a second chance. The Marquis wasn't just a patient, but he was also a friend to Abbe.

As Abbe was walking back towards his quarters, he saw Madeline and Eléonore fighting.

"Hey, that's enough." He pulled the girls off each other.

"She attacked me. She's mad. She's crazy." Madeline whimpered, cowering into Abbe's arms.

"Abbe, she-" Eléonore was cut off by a glare.

Abbe closed Eléonore's chamber door, and locked her inside.

Eléonore felt her heart break as she sat on her bed looking at the ceiling.

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Riding the priest

Here it is @darkbucky !!! I hope you will enjoy it!^^ thank you for letting me write it :)

"Ah...Y/N…” he breathed excitedly as he pinned you against the door of the confessional, his hands cupping your face as you passionately kissed, your soft tongue entering his mouth and caressing his, tasting him, and oh God he tasted sweet, addictive. He was so careful as he kissed you, restraining himself as if he was afraid you would break.

You had been having an affair for months now, hiding and kissing in the shadows, fearing to be caught. Though, it had never gone further than kissing, your hands on his chest and neck, his on your facey. You had been craving more since the start but your dear Abbé needed time, innocent to any loving touch and yet each time you touched him he would melt, he craved you too, more and more each day. And today it was at its peak, his body pressed more against yours, your hand slid down his chest to his lower belly, wanting to go even lower and making him whimper in excitement.

“I want you Francois…” you panted against his lips, clinging to him almost desperatly.

“You have me Y/N...my heart is yours…” he murmured, not able to part from your mouth, addicted to your kisses.

“I meant...I meant your body too...I’m ready to give you mine fully…” you precised, sometimes you were truly amused by his naivety. He stopped kissing you, resting his forehead against yours, looking at you full of love, his pupils dilated and cheeks red, he wanted it too.

“I want to be one with you Y/N.” he answered, a little smile on his lips as he kissed you again, his heart beating so fast for you. As you made out, your hand slid lower, feeling his hard crotch and making his pants feel so tight but as soon as you touched it the Abbé gasped and pulled back. “Actually I-I might not be ready…” he slightly stuttered, even more red, he had never touched himself so feeling someone else touching him was truly overwhelming.

“Francois what is it? Did I do something wrong?” you worried it would end so soon.

“No I...I think I’m not ready to have it- put it inside, Oh god what am I saying?” He was a flustered mess, ashamed of his innocence and yet so turned on. You pinched your lips together, retaining a giggle, he was adorable.

“We can do anything you want... anything that would make you comfortable. I’m sure that when you read the Marquis’ stories he provided many...various things to do and that...interested you.” you suggested, you wanted him so much right now, making you squeeze your legs together. You had read the Marquis’ stories yourself, you knew the Abbé didn’t need to let out his manhood to pleasure you and himself. He swallowed down, thinking about what he had read, anything that had particularly aroused him.

“M-maybe we could...do as if you-we were doing it...but you hum move on my thigh?” he suggested in a stutter, not sure if he was being clear, he was so red. You seemed a bit confused so he sat down on the bench “Come here..” he murmured, tapping his left thigh.

“Oh. Yeah sure!” you giggled understand now and eager to try it out. You slowly approached him, a sensual look on your face and a light blush covering your cheeks. You lifted your dress above your knees and stood up above his thigh, your breathing quickened as you put your hands on his chest, caressing it.

“Y/N…” he breathed, he looked at your naked legs, soft, skin like porcelain, you were showing them to him, just him. Your whole body was beautiful, your hands, your curvy hips, your breast, your hair down and your lips parted, all of you was for him, where to start? where could he touch, how?

“You can touch me, here, let me help you.” you murmured, noticing his head full of questions, taking his hands and putting them on your naked thighs and moving his hands to make him caress your legs.

He exhaled, his mouth agape, his hands were cold on your skin, giving you goosebumps as they touched your warm thighs, even if he was shaking like a leaf, he was terribly excited. He felt the urge to cover your body in kisses, wanting to taste you...but his whole body was trembling in excitement preventing him from doing what he wanted, he was so weak for your touch as you unbuttoned his cassock, your delicate fingers sliding underneath his shirt to feel his skin, making him whimper in need, his erection was getting painful, so he shifted his hips, in hope for some satisfaction “Y/N….please...don’t stop touching me, I’m begging you…” he breathed, his tone desperate now.

“I won’t stop Francois, never.” you promise and lowered yourself on him, sitting astride his thigh, feeling his muscles contract at the touch.

“Oh! Oh God…” he moaned softly as he felt your burning core on his thigh, so soft, so warm, so inviting...his fingers shyly traveled under your dress to put his hands on your hips as he captured your lips for a hungry kiss, so it was just like the Marquis described, the women getting wet when aroused, what a wonderful thing, it felt so good.

“Abbé…” you called him against lips, you knew deep down he enjoyed being called by his title while he ‘sinned’. He moaned louder, you slowly started to rub yourself on him, your knee brushing over his hard bulge, his noises becoming high pitched and yet soft. He could feel your wetness soaking his pants, it was making his head spin.

“Am I….is it me...making you...wet?” he asked, his voice trembling as he spoke, his hands, light like feathers guiding the rocking of your hips on him, making you go slow but pressing you more on his thigh.

“Yes...you excite me so much! the way you touch me...the way you kiss me...heavenly..” you purred in his ear, nibbling his earlobe. Your words terribly excited him, how wonderful to make you moan, to give you so much pleasure, to be at the origin of this powerful desire.

“Let me look at you, dear. I want to see…” he turned his head, meeting your eyes, clouded by pleasure, your cheeks red, your mouth opening and letting out the sweetest moans as he made you increase the pace, your knee rubbing faster against his hard dick “Oh God…!” All of this was overwhelming, he could feel himself losing his mind, his manhood burning him.

Then he was taken by uncontrollable passion, his hands leaving your hips to unlace your corset, exposing your breast. His mouth started to hungrily kiss your chest, taking your nipples in his mouth, tasting them, eagerly sucking them, feeling how soft they are. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand grabbing his hair as you shifted closer to him, your rocking faster, pressing his face against your tits, fuck that mouth!

Despite being muffled against your body, his moans echoed in the chapel, so soft, so clear “Y/N...Y/N! Oh God…!” his moans grew more desperate, the way he moved his hips against your knee, pressing you against his body, his mouth barely able to keep kissing your skin until he came, his seed dirtying his underwear, briefly freezing, his mouth agape, his eyes closed, savoring the sensation, his body was shaking against yours, it was the first time he allowed himself to cum and oh God that felt wonderful.

“Don’t move...please I’m almost there…” you whimpered excitedly, so happy of what just happened, you were making love with your dear Abbe. He let out little noises of approval, he was a complete mess and you felt him leave little kisses on your throat, his hands, not shaking anymore as he made you increase the pace of your rockings, his pants wet with your juice.

Your hard nipples were now brushing against his naked chest, making you both go crazier. Your fingers started to sink in his scalp as you felt yourself coming closer and closer, your legs squeezing him as you rode him “Ah...ah Abbé!” you called him as you came, pressing more against his thigh, the priest quickly lifted his head, looking at you to witness that moment.

“Beautiful…” he breathed, caressing your face, pushing your hair out of your forehead, looking at you with adoration, oh yes, he could never get tired of this view, this would be the first of many times.

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nanabrainrot · 4 years

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I saw you take requests and I was wondering if you would write for the abbé, perhaps him meeting with a girl in secret, like him pining after her but she is unsure. :-)

Hello!!! Thank you for requesting me, sorry about the long wait my life has truly kicked my ass recently for a lot of personal reasons I hope you understand ! :p I don’t know how much you imagined it like this but I hope it lives up to your expectations :D !

Pairing: Abbe de Coulmier/Laundress!Reader

Warning: some adult words, mentions of m*sturbation, Marquis being gross

Two Steps Behind

The Abbe de Coulmier was blessed with 20/20 vision.

Of all his far and few faults (in your eyes, there were none), the Abbe felt God’s second biggest blessing to him was his vision. He treated many a patient with poor vision, the elderly, sometimes patients with no vision at all. His eyes could see the curves of the autumn leaves, the dew of the grass, count all the clouds in the sky, but he’s give it all if it meant he could do more than stare at you.

The first biggest blessing God gave him was even the opportunity to meet such a maiden as you; God-fearing and simple, to the point with patients and always concerned for the well-being of others. Your words were far and few, opting for a route of near silence, so much so the Abbe thought you were mute for some time. Yet, here you are, chit chattering as if this was natural. In his heart, he knows it is because you are comfortable with him. Just not comfortable enough.

“I prefer not to tend to the Marquis’ sheets. Once I collected them and they had some sticky, white residue on them and he made some lewd comment to me on it... he makes a fool of mankind by inspiring acts of lust across France. I want nothing to do with him,” you quipped freely, a rare thing to see as you were so withdrawn that getting a reaction out of you was wildly out of character, as you paced the floor of his office as he watched you at his desk. The Marquis only managed a reaction, at the expense of your temper which quivered under the less than appropriate insinuation of the Marquis. You knew you touched his... ejaculate on his sheets when you collected them. You ushered the gross sheets to another laundress and scurried off to throw up outside in the courtyard.

He was foul. You were virginal, as your mother expected you to be, trained you to be a wife and a mother since you knew how to think. It was dizzying and disheartening that your brothers were allowed to become law makers, authors, sheriffs, all inspired by her, but you were bound to meet a man and come to her, swollen with grandchildren she begs you for. “...it’s inappropriate, Abbe,” you said softer, stopping your pacing, opting to stand still near his desk, face lost in thought. You bit your nails a bit, staring off. You hated the idea of fulfilling your mother’s wish, but you knew in your heart you wanted it too, a result of your own love or her conditioning you knew not and preferred not to know. You never had even thought about a man’s ejaculate until you so unfortunately touched the Marquis’ soiled sheets. Perhaps it would have gotten a different reaction if you collected the Abbe’s sheets, soiled with his own ejaculate for you to collect and fix like a wife would fix their sheets in the yard after soiling them after making love.

That was a filthy thought to think. He was a man of God, at least you liked to think.

“I can discuss with him punishments if you please, darling,” he inquires, voice tinted with the slightest bit of rage that he always tried his best to conceal. It was hard with the Marquis. The Marquis was fine to be disgusting and crude in private, but getting you involved was a different breed of foul behavior.

“No, no, it’s alright, Abbe. Just... have another laundress collect his sheets, I prefer um not to think of that,” you reassure, looking embarrassed. You seemed to have a bad luck streak with men, you once confided in him; the only men who paid you mind seem to be scumbags. You were so embarrassed, it was clear on your face. The other staff tending to you like a little girl after your bout in the courtyard. “You know I think highly of you.”

The words almost make your knees buckle. You craved his appraisal and to say he starved you of it would be wrong. Compliments were common and you tried so badly to fill in the gaps of his words with false tribulations of love and affection. He was the Abbe de Coulmier and a man of God. He devoted himself to the Lord at the expense of distractions. Like you. A distraction. “I think highly of you too,” you stutter a bit, almost choking on your words. You never touch him yet you miss him. You miss him when he’s a foot in front of you. It’s a wrong thought to think of him like this.

Thinking of him every waking moment and pretending your soul would ever let you sleep knowing you were the reason a good man broke his word to God. If God was reading your thoughts right now, he would strike you down. But no. You stare at each other with an unspoken tension that may just be making up; an elaborate trick of the mind that perhaps you have a chance with the Abbe. You cough, filling in the silence. “You look beautiful today,” he quips, though his face immediately looks like he said something wrong.

“Oh, thank you, Abbe,” you grin foolishly, like a schoolgirl whose crush noticed her, “y-you uh always looks nice! I mean handsome!” You both stare at each other, looking a bit foolish. You felt 14 all over again. “I... should tend to the laundry, Abbe,” you say, making him snap out of some out-of-body thought process. He stands up, clumsily tripping over his own feet and resteadying on the desk before trotting to you on lanky limbs to open the door for you.

“So sorry, so sorry (y/n), I forgot about your duties! Please tell your head that I pulled you in for a talk and explain anything; I’d hate for you to get in trouble because of me,” he even stumbled on his words this time. It was worth filling in the gaps of his words with the idea that he had a crush on you, perhaps thought of you late at night, letting his big palms wander belt the hem of his - you should leave.

“Quite alright, Abbe,” you reassure, daring to let your palm rest on his bicep as you pass him in the doorway, slowly, drinking in the feel of his warm skin through the thin fabric of his coat. It was so hard to not think of him in that way when all day long the other older laundresses fauned over him, over the loss of such a good, handsome man permanently off the market. O what a damn shame.

You look longingly in his face for a moment, preparing for this long and short interaction to end and return to the washbins and reminisce about his perfect presence. “May I see you here tomorrow at noon?” He says before he can think. “Yes,” you say before you can think. The moment ends.

“I should get back to work. Afternoon, Abbe,” you smile timidly as you scurry off, the length of your dress following suit, swaying to the rhythm of your strides, a pretty strut in his eyes. You make it hard to stay a Man of God. He watches you as you stray from view, heart thumping in his chest. His confession of affection sat in his throat today.

Perhaps he should just save it for the confessional.

Perhaps tomorrow at his desk, you sitting smiling as from him, curves outlined with the sweet frills of your dress as you grin at him. . .

His mind strays further from the light each day. The next day you see him, he stirs in discomfort in his chairs; unbeknownst to you, his back covered in lashes from a leather belt he beat himself with before bed (the bed he fucks into his hand while he thinks of you so lewdly grinning the same way you do now) and as you cross your legs, he plans to do the same thing tonight.

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darknessisafriend · 2 years

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Thank you so much for caring 🥺🥺🥺 My favourite is Leonard 🥰☺ But any of the baby boys is good too 😁

Well dear, since you need some cheering up, here’s a little gift just for you! I hope you’ll enjoy it <3 be strong, I know how hard some days can be <3 I will always be here if you need some comfort fics or to talk to me :)

You were not doing great today, feeling lonely, your worries were heavy on your shoulders. You sighed, bringing your knees to your chest, feeling like crying.

*knock knock*

You lifted your head to see who it was, you had made sure to be quiet and keep your feelings to yourself, who was bothering you among your roommates? you soon saw Leonard, your boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N.” he said, slowly entering and pushing the door close behind him, he lightly danced on his feet, pinching the inside of his cheek before approaching and sitting on the bed with you. “I know some days are hard for you…” he murmured and looked at you with understanding. “Before the boys come in and annoy you. I have a magic trick for you, if you like it?” he tried, hopeful, wanting to cheer you up.

You nodded, blinking away the tears in your eyes “You know I love your magic tricks.” you watched as he showed you both closed fists.

“Pick one to see if there’s something in it.” he smiled, a childish glow in his eyes. You pointed to the left hand, he opened it and there was nothing. “Damn! it must have been in the other one!” he played and opened his right hand, nothing. He kept playing confused, making you smile “Where is it gone?” he scratched the back of his head and looked at you “Hmmm maybe..” he reached behind your ear and made a cute necklace appear, a classic trick but it always made you melt.

“Leo! you didn’t have to…” you beamed as you looked at the necklace before giving him a big smooch on the lips. You hugged him, burying your face in his shoulder “Thank you my teddy bear.” you called him by his pet name, his soft and warm embrace soothed you already.

Suddenly your other roommate came in, Francois the theology student, he was carrying a tray with a flower in a vase, a steaming cup and cupcakes. Leonard shook his head as he put the necklace around your neck.

“Dear, I heard you were feeling unwell so I brought you some sweetness for your stomach!” he beamed, joyful as usual, his optimist was quite contagious, he always managed to cheer you up. “Warm milk with honey.” he smiled, giving you a cup. “You know that you can tell everything to your confidant.” he suggested tenderly, kissing your cheek.

“Thank you, you are so sweet-...” you couldn’t even reply to his sweetness that you were interrupted.

“Okay, who's the son of a bitch hurt ya?!” Exclaimed Willie as he angrily came in with Commodus.

“Weren’t you at work?” you asked, a bit puzzled by all of them coming in.

“Cancelled when the monk sent me a text.” he replied seriously, he had even taken off his watch to just focus on you.

“I’m not a monk…” Francois protested, blushing.

“Whatever. Y/N, tell me who hurt you and I will make them pay.” cut them Commodus, taking your hand and kissing it. “I will prepare a bath for you.” he smiled, looking at you fondly.

“WE will make them pay, CEO of my ass.” retorted Willie to Commodus, those two as always were bickering. “And you know what doll, I will take ya shopping, anything you want.” he smiled charmingly at you, taking your other hand and kissing it, making you blush, damn those men.

“Y/N! I got you a new plushie!” Arthur ran inside the room, distracting everyone from bickering, jumping on the bed and giving you the plushie, a big teddy bear.

“Please be careful not to spill her cup!” exclaimed Francois, taking the cup away.

“My only purpose today will be to make you laugh!” Arthur cheered, and started to tickle you. You pinched your lips together, trying not to laugh.

“Great idea Arthur!” giggled Leonard, starting to tickle your neck, followed by the three other boys on your feet and belly.

“P-please stop...ahahaha!!” you burst out laughing, squirming under their tickles and smiling, forgetting about what had upset you.

“Pijama party tonight!” decided Commodus as they all enjoy seeing you happy , they would always be there for you.

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darknessisafriend · 3 years

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I will hold you in my arms again Abbe x Reader

@joa-quin-phoe-nix-fan here is your quote request! I hope you will enjoy it, it’s quite angsty^^

“That kid will finally be put at his rightful place, in a cell among the crazies he loves so much!” said the doctor with a grin as he signed a paper of forced internment for the Abbe, since the death of Madeleine, the Marquis and the fire, he had gathered everything he needed to take down the priest; his too high tolerance with the Marquis and other patients like Bouchons, his fascination for the writings of the Marquis, his affection for the maid, now he had become unstable, enable to sleep, depressive, full of dark thoughts and self-harm tendencies. “We will put him in a cell and forever in the coming hour.” Told Collard to his assistant, he couldn’t wait to see him behind bars.

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your gasp, no he was going to take everything from him, and he was going to separate you from your lover Francois, you had to tell him and run away together! So quickly and as quietly as possible you hurried to the Abbe’s office, bursting in without knocking and locking the door behind you. Francois barely jumped out of his thoughts, the past days had been traumatizing for a gentle boy like him, now he was broken.

“Francois!” you rushed to him, cupping his face, lately your boyfriend was only the shadow of himself. “Francois listen to me; the doctor signed a paper of forced internment for you, and he is going to locked you up in the coming hour, we have to run away!” you told urgently, hoping for a more vivid reaction from him.

His hands came up, putting them on yours, his thumb brushing over your skin “I can’t Y/N…” he said pained.

“But why? Francois if he does that we will be separated!” you exclaimed urgently.

“I know. But I heard Valcours talk…the gates are already closed for me; they won’t let us out. They won’t let me out.” He pinched his lips together, feeling betrayed by those men “I have to stay Y/N , try to protect them, try to resonate the doctor, the next man who could replace me…”

“Francois, how can you give up your freedom to fight for a lost cause? You will be useless behind bars and-and what will I do without you my love?” you replied, your voice trembling as tears came into your eyes, it was too late.

“Nothing is always lost. Y/N…” his eyes met yours, more alive this time, as if bringing up the love you had for each other was the only thing that made him feel alive. “I have you on the other side, some of the maids too. I have to do my best to defend Charenton against that demon!” he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him and making you sit on his lap “Charenton and you is the only thing I have left, I won’t abandon any of you. I promise you Y/N” you smiled softly, caressing his face and kissing him, until you were startled by the echo of the voice of the doctor, that asshole was getting impatient on putting his claws over the Asylum, he would probably arrive very soon, much sooner than you had hoped. You quickly looked towards the door in fear, your heart racing in your chest.

“Hey, look at me Y/N.” said Francois softly, cupping your chin and making you look at him in the eyes, he had such a gentle gaze, full of love. “I swear to God, we will never be apart, the door of a cell won’t stop us from loving each other with the same devotion and intensity.” He said passionately, ignoring the voice of the doctor and steps of guards getting closer and closer to his office.

“I love you Francois so much…!” tears started to run along your cheeks. He swallowed down and brought a hand to your face, his thumb attempting to erase your many tears.

“Hush my love…this is not the end. I would prefer to remember your beautiful smile from our last intimate moment.” He smiled tenderly at you, his eyes wet with emotion, everything was supposed to go differently, Charenton, a little heaven on Earth where he could love freely. He captured your lips for a desperate kiss, his tongue tasting yours, caressing your lips in a soothing gesture. He refused to believe this would be the last time, God will hear his prayers.

“Coulmier! Open up!” the thunderous knockings of the doctor and his henchmen against the door made you jump in fear, they were about to come in. “Francois…!” you whispered terrified.

“Don’t pay attention to them Y/N. I don’t care, you are the only one that matters to me in this instant.” He captured your lips again, he wanted to savor you until the last moment. You focused on your lover, ignoring the cracking of the door, ready to break. “I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love. I vow to love you, and no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find a way back to each other.” He promised you fondly as if you were marrying and this was part of his poet soul that you loved so much.

“And I vow the same to you Francois…now and forever!” you sniffled, watching him as he took off the golden chain with a cross hanging round his neck under his cassock and putting it around your neck to seal that promise.

Suddenly, the door broke, the doctor and its henchmen bursting in and rushing towards you and your tender priest. You jumped in fear, but your hands held on tightly to Francois, you didn’t want to part, not yet.

“Abbe De Coulmier! It has been diagnosed that you are mentally ill and are no longer able to manage the Asylum. You are now under internment, under my care boy!” the doctor retained a laugh, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Collard…” growled Francois, he would not let them take him without a fight so he quickly pushed you away and threw himself on the doctor, trying to strangle the man who had destroyed his dream. You had never seen him so enraged, so raw but how much you understood him, he fought as hard as he could, his hands seizing the doctor’s neck briefly before receiving a hard hit on the back of the head from one of the men, making him let go of the doctor and fall down, the men then seized him. “See!? That man is a danger to others!” panted the doctor, afraid by that sudden violence. “Lock him in a cell!”

“Francois!” you quickly ran to him, seizing his face, worried. He looked at you, silent because he was still under the shock of the blow. But his lips mouthed ‘I love you’, you nodded, tears in your eyes, kissing his forehead to avoid the doctor’s attention. The kiss was short, the henchmen pulling Francois away like a criminal, a man who had sacrificed himself for others, he didn’t deserve that. “I will keep my promise Francois! And I will keep serving Charenton to its best! I swear to God!” you screamed as he was taken away, tears starting to run down on his cheeks, he will get out one day and hold you in his arms again.

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darknessisafriend · 3 years

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Hi! Can I ask for hcs' about almost every Joaquin character (y'know, Joe, Theo, Arthur, Ray, and many more) when they're on Christmas with you? Going to a party, with your family, staying at home, in a shopping, gettting presents, taking you to a café or a restaurant, putting on christmas decorations at home, what you eat with them or how you enjoy the night and fireworks, stuff like that. Thank you! Love your imagines!

Hiii I wrote and before Christmas so I’m really happy! (I literally spend my days writing it from morning to late in the night) so I hope you will like it!!

Following HCs with: Arthur/Joker, Commodus, Joe, Abbe, Charlie, Bobby, Bruno, Willie, Max, Theodore, Merrill, Freddie, Ray

Arthur/Joker

- Christmas is Arthur’s and Joker favorite day of the year after Mardi Gras. It is a day where he can be fully himself, wear one of those ‘ugly’ knitted sweaters, listen to oldies Christmas songs. He feels people more relaxed in the streets, it must be Christmas spirit softening them a little, even in Gotham. And usually you would manage to convince Joker not to make too much trouble and stay by your side all day instead.

- You would be staying home together on Christmas Eve. It would be a very simple day because you didn’t have a lot of money but what is important is to be together, and it’s what you would remind to Arthur, no need for something big or fancy, just to be together in Christmas spirit.

- You would buy a few decorations, but you would mostly create them yourself, spending the weekends of December making them with Arthur as you drank hot chocolate. Your flat would be colorful, filled with red and white tinsels and candy canes; you both went to a park and discreetly cut a few pine trees branches to decorate the appartement.

- Of course, Arthur would make the surprise to buy a Christmas tree, not too big, but it was more than enough to make you smile with happiness. And you would decorate it with anything that was shiny and candy canes too of course.

- For dinner you would not buy anything expensive, but luckily you and Artie were pretty good in cooking and you could manage to make delicious dishes with basic ingredients, roasted potatoes with bacon wrapped turkey and red wine gravy, and you would drink the other half of the bottle while eating. And of course, your favorite part, an apple cake topped with cinnamon and sugar.

- You want the night to be as relaxing as possible, you would cook with Arthur while listening to music, exchanging kisses and giggling. Then, after dinner, you two would settle in the sofa, and watch Disney Christmas cartoons while drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows.

- The next morning, Arthur or Joker would be the first awake, excited like a kid and eager to open his gift. Yes, usually with Arthur it would be one or two gifts for each of you. Arthur would have worked extra hours and saved as much money as he could to be able to buy you something nice, he bought those cute earrings you had seen once in a store front. Joker would get you more gifts and would get a bit extravagant, but it was really fun. You would get a nice suit or piece of accessories for Joker. For Arthur you would get a warm sweater or scarf so that he wouldn’t get cold when he is outside.

- As soon as the gifts were open and breakfast with nice pastries taken; you and Arthur would head to your grandparents’ home where you would be reunited with your parents and cousins as well. Arthur was always a bit nervous about it but once they all greeted him with a hug, he would be smiling all along, hugging back your family and playing with your cousins and nephews. He never had a family but now he had one. Joker had promised you he would never come out on Christmas, it was always sweet Arthur, otherwise your parents would have freaked out.

Commodus

- Saturnalia was always an amazing holiday. For whole a week the whole Empire would celebrate in honor of the god Saturn. It was a very special day where the People would be pampered by their Emperor and where even slaves would be provided by table service and dining with their masters, all would party and share. Many offerings were made to the god but also to the people.

- Commodus was always particularly joyful on that holiday. The first day, he always had a hard time not working but then, the next day, the real Commodus was back, joyful and relaxed. He would dedicate his days entirely to you, his nephew and the rest of the family.

- Commodus would be dressed colorfully, wear red and gold togas and you would usually wear matching clothes, except on Saturnalia eve where you would wear purple and gold, an outfit especially made for that night. You both loved beautiful clothes and it was the occasion to shine even more.

- He would make sure that Lucius gets chosen as the Saturnalicius princeps, the Lord of Misrule for the whole week. And Lucius loved it, he was able to prank everyone and especially his dear uncle who at first regretted it, and then you would find him pranking back Lucius or even you, those two were children.

- The whole week, Commodus would offer chariot racing in the grand arena, the greatest charioteer gathered for the most exciting races and with great rewards, as well as gifts for the public. You both enjoyed it, no blood, no deaths, pure entertainment for all.

- It would be a huge party in the streets of Rome, people singing in the streets naked, drinking and gambling. With the Senate, Commodus would make sure to have a delicious public buffet offered to the people at the Temple of Saturn. He wants everyone to enjoy this holiday. And at night on the eve of Saturnalia, Commodus would organize a big party in the palace, where he would completely let himself go and enjoy the moment.

- For dinner, he would get you the finest foods from the whole Empire and even from far beyond, exotic dancers, magicians and entertainers would be invited as well to make this night unforgettable. He would make sure you smile and laugh, that you simply feel home, and it really were.

- “Io Saturnalia my love!” he would cheer, all tipsy, a big goofy grin on his face, coming to wrap his arms around you, almost spilling his cup of wine on you as he starts trying to dance, he wouldn’t care if he looked ridiculous, he wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you. To be honest, drunk Commodus was probably the most adorable thing you ever saw.

- Commodus would be very nervous about the presents, he wants the best for you and he wants to impress you even if he knows he doesn’t have to but Commodus feels this need to constantly prove himself and his love for you.

- Early in the morning the day before, he would go out in the city in disguise to get your gifts, he doesn’t trust anyone else to get the best for you and choosing your gifts himself is very important to him, he wants something true, something that truly reflects how he feels for you. He would have a ring especially forged for you, with a blue gemstone incrusted in the center of it, reminding you of his gorgeous blue outfit that you loved so much. And for his nephew, his first real sword to train with him. As for you, you would get him a very fine wine from Greece and then a rather…sensual that you would were in your bedroom that night, you would be his gift in a way; and it would made him even crazier for you.

- After this long night of celebration, you and Commodus would take your time and just sleep as long as you could, it was the last day before getting back to work and you wanted him fully rested and ready to take care of the Empire as ardently as before. You had opened your gifts at midnight so there was nothing waiting to be done, except perhaps Lucius who was eager to take his first lesson from his uncle, but the boy was clever and let you enjoy your husband a few hours more….Io Saturnalia.

Joe

- Christmas with Joe would be quiet, something peaceful at home, it would mean a moment of full relaxion for Joe and perhaps the only moment where he feels like he doesn’t have to be on his guard all the time.

- You would spend Christmas Eve’s afternoon in an animal shelter with Joe, you two would pamper the pets and take them on a walk outside. You had discovered Joe rather enjoyed spending time with animals, especially dogs, it seemed to sooth him and you were thinking of adopting one of the dogs as his Christmas gift. So, this moment would be a good occasion as well to see which one he preferred.

- You would usually spend Christmas eve and Christmas day with your family, just your parents. It did good to Joe to be with other people. And your parents loved him, your father was a veteran and they understood each other. And then your mother just loved him and always offered him more cookies.

- You would do part of the shopping with Joe, especially to buy ingredients to cook for him and your family and then buy a few decorations. Joe would shop separately for your gift of course. And he would be in charge to get the Christmas tree and somehow he always ended up picking one that was too tall to fully fit in the living room, so he would have to climb on the stepladder and shorten the top of the trunk and you couldn’t help but laugh. Poor Joe, he always picked up the biggest and most beautiful trees.

- This year Joe got you a few books, fantasy and sci-fi stories. It wasn’t his genre at all, but he knew you enjoyed it, and he hoped he had chosen well, he had made a research on internet to see which were better. As for you, well, you had gotten him the dog he was fond of at the shelter.

- You and Joe would cook with your parents, you would take care of the dessert with your dad while Joe and your mother did the rest. It wouldn’t be anything too complicated but there were many dishes to fill in everyone and especially Joe’s great appetite. As your mother said, a big man like him needed strength to carry on. And he truly managed to eat everything she was serving him, which you never thought was possible.

- As for the Christmas decoration of your house, it would be discreet but enough to remind of the Christmas spirit. The Christmas tree, a few tinsels on the walls or the banister and that was it. For everything, Joe liked to remain discreet. Still, you managed to get him to wear a Christmas sweater at home and with your family and he was the most adorable like that.

- The night would be spent taking your time dinning with your family, and then they would light a fire in the chimney, and drink mulled wine while talking about the many things that happened during the year. Then, your dad would put on some vinyl, oldies Christmas song; and you couldn’t resist but to get Joe to dance with, a slow dance, pressed against each other as you listened to the music.

- The next morning, you were the first one awake, excited to open your gifts. Well, you thought you were the first one awake, but you would soon realize Joe wasn’t sleeping by your side, maybe he was eager too. However, when you reached downstairs, you found him cooking a marvelous breakfast and not just for you but your parents as well, already wearing the Christmas sweater you had gotten him.

Abbe de Coulmier

- Christmas was obviously a very important day for the Abbe, the birth of the Christ and a day of love. Which meant a lot of work for him, he was a priest after all, and he wanted to give love to people around him and the people in need. And he also wanted to make this day special for his patients, many had been abandoned by their families, and he wanted to make them feel at home, celebrating this important day together.

- He would encourage his patients to create decorations, some patients even crafting wood, others picking up pine tree branches to ornate the doors of their cells. Then, you and Madeleine would spend the day cooking for the dinner, the Abbe as always had managed the finances excellently and you had extra money to buy more food and ingredients and cook something more sophisticated for this day and even Yule logs for everyone. You would even convince him to cook biscuits with the patients, it made them very happy and also seeing him covered in flour was adorable, you couldn’t stop giggling and teasing him.

- Then, towards the end of the afternoon you would help him greet homeless and poor for the evening and night, distributing blankets to them, and sharing a warm dinner with them and a shelter for the night. So, this was a very big day for him and slightly exhausting, but the Abbe was a workaholic, he lived for other people and he loved helping.

- Charenton had become his family so there was no reason for him to come out of the Asylum. And also, you were there, by his side. And he loved you, even if he knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t resist the temptation you were, and he wanted to make this day special for you too.

- He had very little money, but he had still managed to go in town, and buy you a beautiful blue scarf to keep you warm in the corridors of Charenton. As for you, you had saved as much money as you could to buy him this beautiful chain with a little golden cross, he could wear it around his neck all day along, underneath his cassock.

- It would be a very heartwarming night where everyone would be reunited in the canteen, a beautiful fire lit in the chimney. Everyone would sit close to it and listen to the Marquis, standing in front of it, telling funny stories and also Christmas stories which he had agreed to tell after the irresistible request from his favorite priest. As the Marquis was getting everyone’s attention, you felt the Abbe discreetly brush his fingers against yours, to finally entwine your hands, making you blush, you would exchange a look full of love, tonight he would spend the night in your bed.

- To end the night, he would celebrate the midnight mass, patients and employees gathered and singing songs celebrating the day of the birth of Jesus Christ. It would be a great moment to remind everyone the values of Christmas, compassion, sharing, kindness and love.

- The next morning you would both be awakened by the excited cheering of the patients, eager to open their gifts. He couldn’t help but chuckle, it seems you two won’t be able to make love again this morning, but he would find another way, probably request you to his office for some reason. It wouldn’t stop him from filling your face with kisses before getting up and putting his cassock on. As you both opened your gifts with everyone else, you would know which one was his gift and he would know which one is yours; the look he would give you would be more powerful than words and you would smile in return, you felt blessed.

Charlie

- Charlie wasn’t a Christmas guy, not all. Mostly because he kept bad memories from it, his father made it hell for him and his brother, and his mother too. Even if she had always tried to make them smile, making them eggnog, discreetly slipping a gift in their bed in the morning.

- Naturally as an adult, he wasn’t really down for it, except getting drunk in a Saloon. But you were there to teach him another way to celebrate Christmas, and it would be a way he would surely enjoy; and he would end up with Christmas spirit.

- So, obviously you would spend the day with his family, his brother and his mother. And Charlie wouldn’t be so opposed to it; at first, he might complain and say he doesn’t feel like going. But as soon as he sees his family, he smiles and greet them with a hug, he would never admit it out loud but he missed them and Christmas would be the perfect occasion to spend time together.

- You would have to accompany Charlie to the different stores for Christmas shopping, he always played tough guys and now he didn’t want to go shopping alone, it made you retain a laugh, your man was dumb sometimes. Of course, once he finds something that could be a great gift for you, he would do his best to hide it behind his back, and most of the time pretend he didn’t find anything, you would roll your eyes, you knew his lying face but it was adorable. For his mother, he would some embroidered hankies, another scarf for his brother, just to tease him and for you, an expensive perfume from San Francisco. As for him, you would spend a lot of time and money with specialist to have a prosthetic arm designed for him, he still had a hard time with it and perhaps it would help him feel better and for when he rides again.

- You and his mother would cook, both men were terrible at cooking anything else than beans. So, out of question that they came into the kitchen, especially since last time where Charlie managed to eat half of the cookies you had made. You would also cook apples pies, and a roasted turkey that the two men had hunted earlier.

- As for decorations, the two men had managed to cut a pine tree that resembles a Christmas tree. You would all together decorate the tree, thanks to their mother pushing them to participate. It would be filled with red ribbons, berries, paper strings, yarn, and other homemade decoration Eli had brought. You would even hang a few cookies in the tree.

- When the night came, a fire was lit to keep everyone warm, after all the winter was extremely cold in this part of the country. You would eat joyfully, the boys telling their most epic and finniest anecdotes. Obviously, alcohol would be part of the night, though you tried to keep Charlie just tipsy, except if you were drunk too and joined him in messing around. You would end the night singing joyful Christmas songs together.

- The next morning, Charlie would be the one waking up everyone, he would even try to guess what his gifts were while everyone was still asleep. “But Charlie it’s 7 am…on Christmas.” you yawned, you couldn’t believe he was excited like a child for it, but in a way your understood him, Charlie had never celebrated Christmas and soon his brother was up as well, eager to unwrap his gifts. Charlie would be left speechless as he unwraps his gift and discovers the prosthetic arm, the only thing he would do is to hug you tightly, burying his head in your neck, and placing a kiss on your skin, before letting you put the prosthetic on him.

Bobby Green

- Christmas for Bobby had become another mean to party, not as much as for New Year though. He just loved to enjoy life to the fullest unlike his family meetings where everyone was more uptight than the others.

- So obviously, Bobby would much prefer to spend Christmas just with you, not even with his friends from El Caribe. Though, later in the evening, after dinner, you two might head to the club a little but not to work, simply dance and have fun.

- You would do Christmas decorations shopping together trying to find which color would fit the best for this year; obviously you had a thing for red because it was a color that went well with Bobby too and you picked up gold as a second color; yes, this would be perfect. The very same day, arms full of bags, you would get a Christmas tree, a big fluffy one which would proudly wear the decorations you had bought.

- Then, another day, Bobby would spend quite some time shopping, thanks to his job, money wasn’t a problem, but the problem was finding something perfect for you. Bobby would get you gold earrings with a little diamond on each, and the design would perfectly match with your face and he would also buy some sexy lingerie for you both to enjoy. You would get him an earring as well, the coincidence was rather funny, but it was a detail you particularly loved about him.

- As the evening comes, Bobby would bring you to a nice restaurant in the city center, it was a rather fancy one but not too much to avoid uptight people who couldn’t bear a laugh. It was fancy enough to fix the event in your memories. And you would enjoy a classic feast, and even Foie gras and dishes with truffles. Obviously, you would drink champagne, it would be a night of ‘excess and pleasure’ as Bobby said, and you loved this intensity.

- The decorations would mostly be on the Christmas tree, then you would spread little decorations everywhere, on cupboards and counters and then add many glitters which would be hell to clean up afterwards but you recognized Bobby’s great taste in decorations, he knew how to make it joyful and give a party atmosphere to a place.

- After the restaurant, you would head to El Caribe, at least you knew it was the best place to party in all safety. You and Bobby would just go wild, dancing pressed against each other, exchanging kisses and getting horny in no time; to the point that you would soon go back home to make love right away. Then, late in the night you couldn’t resist but open your gifts, giggling like children. So, there wouldn’t be really a Christmas morning for you, just sleeping late in each other’s arms, and it would be the best morning ever.

Bruno Weiss

- For Bruno, Christmas was like any other day. He was Jewish but not practicing so he wasn’t really celebrating in any way. And he was often alone on Christmas, his girls always finding a gentleman or another way to celebrate without him. And he had expected you spend Christmas away, with your family in San Francisco; but you surprised when you asked him what he would like to do with you for Christmas, it had made him so happy that you thought about him, even surrounded by his girls, he had always been a lonely man.

- Bruno would spoil you during this day, actually he would dedicate his time entirely to you and that starting from the morning. He wasn’t great at cooking breakfast but at least he tried, and that only made you happy. And you were even more when he announced you that he would spend the whole day with you to prepare Christmas.

- He would rather enjoy shopping with you, his woman, walking hands in hands from shop to shop, his arms getting fuller of bags each time. Once again, he would spoil you, trying to fulfil you every desires, though Bruno wasn’t a rich man either; so, when you showed him an item that was too expensive, you would see it instantly, the way, he avoided your gaze, an embarrassed look on his face, he wished he could buy you anything you desired. “Hey darling, you know what? I don’t need it, it’s all good, don’t worry.” You would reassure him, tenderly kissing him on the lips. He swore to himself he would make you feel like the luckiest women in the world when you would open your gifts.

- You would buy many items to put in the Christmas tree and a few garlands but the most important purchase had been this new thing, electric light garlands, you had not doubts it would look perfect on the tree, and what better than to have the latest modern house items? And about that, Bruno completely agreed.

- Bruno would get you a new dress and makeup as well; it was one of his favorite things, to watch you put on your makeup, making yourself even more beautiful than you already were and that view was only for him. And you would buy him a new pocket watch, not one he bought on the black market for nothing, one with a beautiful design and your initials engraved inside the watch cover, so there would always be a bit of you with him.

- On Christmas Eve, you would stay home together, you would cook dinner and he would try to help. However, Bruno doesn’t have much patience so his help would be rather limited, and you would soon tell him to sit down and just keep you company. You would cook a roasted chicken, cookies and a fruit cake. However, on Christmas day, for lunch he would bring you to a restaurant, fancier than the usual restaurant he goes to; you would get smoked salmon and cocktails with champagne. And he had to admit, it was nice to have celebrations from time to time, and Christmas spirit was perhaps starting to grow on him.

- For the night, Bruno was more inclined to just stay home, but you wanted to show him something more, and you managed to convince him to go to a jazz club, at least to listen to the Christmas songs recreated with jazz stylings. After a while, you saw your boyfriend relaxed, so you put your hand on his, gently stroking it and by the look in your eyes, he would understand and accept to dance with you, a slow dance, embracing each other.

- The next morning; the air was rather chill, the both of you waking up slowly, caressed by the warm rays of the sun, snuggling a bit more in his embrace as you felt the air cooler than usual, it had snowed. You would happily open your gifts as you shared a coffee, wrapped in your warm bathrobe, a soft smile was on Bruno’s face, this peace, warmth; Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

Willie Gutirrez

- Willie absolutely loved Christmas and didn’t hide it. It was a great occasion to spend time with you and your family and everyone knew Wille was a family man. He wasn’t the most churchgoing man, but this day would have a religious meaning for him as well. And actually, he would make sure the apartment you shared would be decorated for the 1st of December and he would get an advent calendar with chocolates, he loves it and you would have never thought that about Willie but it was really cute.

- That meant that you would spend Christmas holidays at your parents’ home. It was nice to travel a bit and change of air. And your parents just loved Willie, this hard-working young man who satisfied your every desires and who was kind and funny, to them he was perfect; and to you too of course, after all you were madly in love.

- Obviously, you would shop together, for everything: decorations, gifts for you and your family, food and chocolates. You would tease each other, trying to guess the gift hidden in the bag of the other, and you would have to wait Christmas morning to know which was even more exciting.

- The apartment would be perfectly decorated, as if a home stylist had done it, silver and gold, the Christmas tree big and fluffy and perfectly decorated, the nativity scene underneath it. You were very proud of your decorations.

- Before joining your parents’ house, you and Willie would make cookies. But it would be hard to focus for you, Willie was really sexy, wearing an apron, a comfy sweater and a Christmas hat just to tease you because he knew the effect it had on you. Obviously, you would end up having sex on the counter between Christmas cookies. Once you would have joined your parents Willie would insist on helping out your mother, which would make her fall for him even more, and he would drink a glass of whisky with your father the same time while talking politics; yes, he had completely seduced them, to your greatest pleasure.

- Willie would also surprise you all by taking out an expensive bottle of champagne one of his acquaintances would have gifted him. Other than that, you would eat a rather classic Christmas feast, braised pork, vegetables and a few canapés.

- After dinner, you would all settle in the sofas in the living room, you snuggled against Willie, drinking hot spiced apple cider as your parents told your boyfriend memories of your childhood, some rather embarrassing actually but it made him laugh and he loved knowing those things about you. Your parents would be the first to head to bed; you and Willie would stay a bit more, exchanging slow and tender kisses until it was time to sleep and let the magic of Christmas happen.

- The next morning, you would be awakened by more kisses from Willie, feather-like kisses on your face, his fingers gently pushing away the strands of hair on your face. “Don’t you want to find out what Santa got you?” he’d tease you. And you would truly hesitate between considering him your Santa gift and getting up, and he knew it. And after a little you would both finally get up, happily opening your gifts. Willie would be smiling all the time, he had family who loved him now.

Max California

- Max celebrates Christmas but not in the typical way to do it. For him it is an overrated celebration, with a lot of fuss with all these decorations and Christmas movies on TV all day along and the whole picking up Christmas tree imperative. Also, Max doesn’t blend in very well with Christmas atmosphere with his look that he keeps all year along. People tend to look at him in a strange way when Christmas comes, seeing a guy all dressed in black with piercings and tattoos.

- It would be really fun when you boyfriend would realize that you are used to celebrate Christmas and that you rather enjoy the atmosphere. You would spare him Christmas songs and put on your headphones though you wouldn’t sometimes, just to embarrass him.

- You would celebrate Christmas just the two of you, you preferred to take baby steps with him, family gatherings on those type of celebrations made him uneasy because people were no fun, he couldn’t make his usual sex jokes or talk about the funniest things that happened back at the sex shop.

- You would manage to convince him to get a Christmas tree, and he got one in a pot so that you could plant it somewhere later. And you would accept that he chooses the decorations for it and thankfully you had no guests because this was hilarious and outrageous. Bulbs that looks like boobs, leather collars and other kinky stuff he had gotten at the shop; at least it was unique and very much Max California.

- As gifts, you would buy him more clothes that would perfectly match his style and you would get him a new sound system for his guitar, you didn’t want him to renounce to his passion and his dream of being a successful musician one day. As for Max well…. he would get you a few sexy things and also makeup that would perfectly match your face and look, you always loved when he did that, he was better than you at picking up those products, he really had great taste.

- For Christmas eve dinner you would order delivery but something out of the ordinary, something a bit fancy, your kitchen wasn’t the best to cook anyway, small and poorly equipped. And actually, you and Max would go for one of the most expensive Japanese restaurants of LA, and damn that was worth it, exotic and unique for this special night.

- You would move the little table to the window and open it, giving you a little view on the city. Since you two had moved from his rather questionable flat, you lived in a much better and beautiful neighborhood. After dinner you would head outside for a walk hand in hand by the beach, sharing a cigarette under the cool air and watching a few decorated store fronts; Max always finding ways to make a dirty joke.

- The next morning, you would wake up in your favorite way, Max tracing kisses along your thighs, that rascal never forgot his priorities, you thought, giggling sleepily and well, Christmas could wait a little more. Obviously, after this little morning fun, you would go open your gifts under the tree while Facetiming with your parents “Oh my God Max!” you burst out laughing, you couldn’t show this gift to your parents “But baby it was a limited Christmas edition!” he’d reply, making everyone laugh even more.

Theodore Twombly

- Knowing how romantic and old-fashioned Theodore is, he absolutely loved Christmas. It had been a rough period for when he was single and without anyone to celebrate Christmas with but Amy. Celebrating with a friend is much different than with your lover and family. So, he was more than excited to celebrate it with you.

- With Theodore you would get up before sunrise and take the car to drive to his chalet in the mountains. That already put you in the full Christmas atmosphere, it was sunny and full of snow, so much that for a while you thought you wouldn’t be able to access the chalet.

- You would spend Christmas eve and the next day together, just the two of you, in his chalet, lost in the mountains, it would become your little heaven frozen in time where only what you felt for each other mattered.

- Theodore would have shopped for your gifts the whole year, but he would have wrapped them a few days before Christmas, to keep the magic of the celebration. He would have gotten you all sorts of gifts, from an artisanal wooden carved object, to the latest video game you wanted. And you would have gotten a game too but what people call now old-fashioned one, a board game. Those were rather expensive today because people much preferred immersive virtual games now, but you were sure he would love it.

- Theodore would have already all the decorations you could possibly need, ready in boxes in the basement, you were honestly surprised by the choice in colors he had. You would both decorate the whole chalet, inside and outside with classic garlands and electrical garlands to, it was so much more beautiful than the holographic ones. This year, you would go for blue and white and also add candy canes in the tree because it was just too good not to put them. Speaking of the Christmas tree you would go get it in a pine tree nursery nearby. And the great thing was that you could chose it and cut it yourself, though you left that task to Theodore, despite several tries you couldn’t manage to hit the same spot each time; it was physical but you both really had fun.

- You would cook Christmas eve dinner together, already dressed in your warm and comfy pajamas; the fire lit in the chimney. You would make tons of different cookies with hot chocolate and marshmallows. Theodore was vegetarian and you too so you would cook a wonderful vegetarian dinner, something simple and delicious that wasn’t too complicated to make so that you could spend the day enjoying other things as well.

- You would have dinner with candle lights while listening to oldies Christmas songs, it would be super romantic and you couldn’t stop smiling all the time and Theodore felt the same, it was a perfect Christmas. Then, you would go on the balcony, wrapped in a warm blanket, Theodore hugging you from behind as you looked at the stars, the sky was clear and it was a stunning view. Actually, you don’t know how much time you stayed there, despite the cold, you both couldn’t stop looking. Though after a while it would be really cold and you would run inside to snuggle in front of the TV and watch Christmas movies, you barely payed attention to it, too busy exchanging tender kisses until you felt it was time to go to sleep.

- The following morning, after opening your gifts, the both of you were overjoyed with what you had gotten. And soon, your parents would join you and Theodore for a few days and they would also take you cross-country skiing, to the great joy of Theodore….he wasn’t a sport guy at all but he would follow you anywhere in the world.

Merrill Hess

- Christmas for Merill meant family time, he already spent a significant amount of time with his nephews and brother but less since you had moved together in a house farther down the neighborhood. And also, he was often away since he had integrated one of the best baseball team of the country. So, Christmas was a great way to be reunited all together.

- You would spend the whole day in family, playing the snow with your nephews, obviously Merill would start a snowball fight, and he was the best at it, great aim and great strength especially when you received it right in the face. And you, on your side struggled to reach your target, and you couldn’t even run after him to get closer, he ran damn fast! At least your nephews laughed a lot at this. Afterwards, you would make a snowman competition, you and Abigail against Merill and Morgan, and Graham, would decide of the winners and it was your team who won, and the price was extra cookies.

- Merill and Graham would go shopping while you watched after the children, who didn’t know at all that Santa was shopping. And in the meantime, with your nephews you would get the many boxes of decoration out of the basement and decorate the whole house so that that they would have the surprise when they come back. Though you would leave the nativity scene to Graham and his children, it was very important for them.

- In the meantime, the two brothers would not only buy the gifts but also food for the dinner, a menu that everyone had composed together. You had already your gift for Merill, a sled and a few DVDs of his favorite movies, as for him he would get you a tartan rug and the finest chocolates he could find, he knew how much you loved chocolate so he didn’t look at the price.

- For the Christmas tree you would all go together to pick it up, the children wanted the biggest one and Merill was always part of the children when it came to the Christmas tree. You and Graham would be more rational and manage to calm them down a bit and get them to chose one that would fit in the living room and 6’7 wasn’t bad at all.

- After playing a while outside and being frozen now, you would get to cooking, a great way to warm up again. Of course, the children were learning to cook so they participated in the elaboration of the dinner, it was a joyful moment where everyone had their importance and helped. Stuffed turkey, carrots, potatoes and an apple pie for dessert and everything in big portions because of the two growing up and the sportsman that was Merill.

- The night would be full of laughter and joy, after dinner you would settle by the fire and you tell Christmas tales with Graham while the three others were sitting crossed legged and listening to you, the little ones snuggled against their uncle. And then, all together you would watch Disney Christmas cartoons, there was nothing better to relax and dream of the wonderful gifts you would get tomorrow. After putting your nephews to bed, you and Merill would sleep back in his old room, reminding you of good memories, when you had started dating and your first time making love with him, it was very nice to spend Christmas here and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

- The next morning, you would be awakened by your nephews, running in the corridor and shouting that Santa had come and that many gifts were waiting to be unwrapped. You chuckled, thinking of Graham who had waited for them to be asleep to put the gifts underneath the tree. You wouldn’t take breakfast first, they were too impatient, and they didn’t seem very hungry, preferring to test their gifts together, including Merill with his sled, he could finally compete with his nephews as the big child he could be. But before you would convince them to eat their giant breakfast so they could play for hours in the snow.

Freddie Quell

- It’s not that Freddie didn’t like Christmas, but he never celebrated it in a normal way, from his terrible childhood to Christmas in the army which was mostly a lot of drinking and sex. So, in a way, this would be his first real Christmas, with you and his family-in-law.

- He would let you completely guide him through Christmas eve and day. He was a bit grumpy at first because he was frustrated; he wanted to fit in and understand how to do things right. He wanted you to be happy with your man.

- So, it would be best if you spent Christmas eve, just the two of you; Take baby steps with Freddie and tomorrow spend Christmas with your family where he would have to bear the shitty jokes of your uncle. You would take him outside to walk hands in hands a look at the store fronts especially decorated for Christmas, just to show him the colors and decorations, the joy of the adults and children looking at it, in short introduce him to the Christmas atmosphere. You wouldn’t stay for too long because you knew he couldn’t stand still and had a limited patience but still, you were pleasantly surprised by how calm he was, a boyish smile forming on his lips sometimes, it was great step forward and you were eager to spend this day with him.

- He would be the first to suggest going inside the shops and buy a few decorations for your house. Though, once inside he would be a bit overwhelmed by the crowd but also the crazy choice there was. He wouldn’t let go of your hand as you took him through the various alleys, he would be rather undecided about the color to pick, so you went for blue and gold, and he help you to pick up the shape and designs of the garlands and bulbs. And he was happy to carry out all the bags.

- “Do you need to go to another shop for a gift?” you asked him once outside of that shop “No, I actually have it already.” He replied looking away, he had his gifts for you for a while because he had taken great care to choose something that would fit, he had gotten you a dress and expensive perfume. You would look at him excitedly, the way he took care of you was always very attractive to you “Well, Mister Quell if you could wait for me in the car, I have one more thing to buy…” your murmured giving him a sensual kiss on the lips, he would chuckle already knowing how it would end once at home but also happy that you were about to buy his gift, a nice kit to make cocktails and expensive alcohol that he would savor with you, reasonably.

- You would stay home, you thought he would want to go to the restaurant but actually he preferred to be alone with you and have no distractions. You would decorate the house together, while he actually sang the Christmas songs everyone sang on the vessel, it was joyful songs and it was nice hear Freddie sing, it was an aspect of him you encouraged to come out. And while he finished decorating you cooked the fabulous dinner you would share, and which remained classic. Though soon you would feel his arms wrap around your waist and his lips tracing kisses along you neck; he couldn’t help it, whatever you did, you were sexy.

- Freddie was an unpredictable man and full of surprises. When you thought you would spend the evening in his arms at home, he would actually take you to the rooftop of a building and you didn’t understand why until a firework started and he had brought you where you would have the best view on it. Your eyes were shining all along and you snuggled in Freddie’s arms as you watch the show with him. And you would conclude the night by making love there, at the risk of getting a cold, but you didn’t care. In the end, it was Freddie who guided you through an amazing Christmas.

Ray Elwood

- Ray wouldn’t get a long permission for Christmas holidays, but at least he got a few days because you two were engaged. He was excited to spend Christmas outside of the base and with you, he had missed you so much, so much time away from you, only able to write to you or call you without being able to see you or hold you in his arms; he had missed you terribly and that was more important to him than celebrating Christmas.

- When you reached Germany, you had no idea of how your holidays with Ray would go, it was your first time in Europe and he had given you absolutely no indications of the program, if there was one. And that’s because he had a big surprise for you. You don’t know how much time it lasted when you embraced each other at the airport but to feel his warmth, his scent wrapped around you, his lips on yours, it was the best Christmas gift you could ever receive. After that, he would bring you to the base to introduce you to his friends and also to his boss, who had become a friend in a way, but a friend he also used to do his little business. After, he hadn’t been sent here for nothing but what could you do? You couldn’t stop loving him, and as far as you knew, he didn’t kill anyone, so that was good.

- And he would be really proud to show his beautiful fiancée to everyone, showing that you were real and a real knockout who was engaged to him. And his buddies were really nice and fun, they made you feel comfortable in this place full of men. However, once you two were alone again, he took out of his jacket two plane tickets for Paris “Spoiler alert, that’s your Christmas gift, a couple of days together in Paris.” He revealed to you, he had more than enough money for it and he wanted to spoil you, and he knew Paris was one of your dreams. You would be speechless, what a wonderful surprise “I prefer to tell you that my gift won’t be so crazy.” You chuckled, your eyes wet with emotion “Don’t worry baby, you are my gift.” He would reassure you, filling your face with kisses.

- And once in Paris, you realized Ray had really gone crazy, a superb hotel room, already decorated and even with Christmas tree in it, and gifts from the hotel like chocolates and perfumes. Though, you didn’t visit the city first, as soon as the door of the bedroom was closed and that the effect of surprise had passed, you literally jumped on Ray, the both ending making love passionately, again and again until you were satisfied, actually it didn’t change much from previous Christmas, there was always a lot of sex involved, for your greatest pleasure.

- And to make up for lost time, Ray would have the great idea to book a table on a barge on the Seine, it would enable the both of you to see the most beautiful monuments of the city, beautifully lit during the night and while you ate a typical French Christmas dinner and of course with great wine and champagne.

- After dinner, you would get off the boat and go watch the beautiful and famous store fronts of the Gallerie Lafayette incredibly decorated for Christmas, Paris was just amazingly decorated and the Christmas atmosphere was very present, it was perfect. Then, you would manage to convince Ray to go Ice skating with you, and after a few kisses and puppy eyes, he wouldn’t be able to resist and would just agree. The truth is that he was really bad at it and fell all the time on his behind, you were pretty much the same, but that’s where the fun was, trying to skate decently without falling. And the both of you would end up laughing a lot, clinging onto each other and ending up falling on each other.

- The day had been exhausting but worth it, it was the best Christmas holidays you ever had, and it was only starting, you still had a few days more with your fiancée. And despite exhaustion you would make love again, the Christmas atmosphere in the bedroom making it even more magical. And Ray had to admit that it really gave him the Christmas spirit and with you he was really enjoying this celebration. And even more so when he woke up the next morning and found underneath the Christmas tree a gift for him, he picked it up and went back in the bed to open it next to you. It wasn’t something big and flashy but it had more value to his eyes, you had made a photo album of you and him, all the pictures you took together since you were together and at the end of it you had included sexy pictures of you that you had made just for him; he would have a big smile, he was loving Christmas.

Also you my dear readers, tell me with which of these characters you would prefer to celebrate Christmas with!!

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