Charles had never been able to imagine himself falling in love. When others his age had been dreaming of grand romances and eternal companionship, all Charles had been able to muster up was a vague sort of sympathy for the future lady of his heart. After all, he knew that his work would always come first; that all he'd be able to spare of himself for someone else would be far less than anyone deserved of a husband. No, he'd much rather forgo the whole thing entirely than force through an arrangement that wouldn't work for the sake of what, appearances and formality?
That's why what he felt for Monty came as such a surprise.
Not only did he not expect it, he'd actively discarded the possibility of it ever happening at all. And even then... he'd thought, if in some strange turn of events he did end up entangled with someone, it'd be someone like him, who shared his interests and proclivities and would be able to slot effortlessly into his life without him having to give any of it up.
Monty was decidedly not like him. He was almost blindingly different. He clashed with him in almost every way. And yet... loving Monty was the easiest thing he'd ever done. That didn't mean that Monty himself was easy to deal with, but the simple, deeply personal love Charles felt for him was a font eternal, never failing him, even when he half-wished it might. There were times he would've liked to be able to keep a clearer head and stand his ground, times the other man appalled him and Charles didn't understand how the person he loved could say such things; how he could love a person who said such things, but he could and he did. There was no helping it. There was no reasoning his way out of it. Monty just had to give him a smile or look at him with the warmest of eyes, and Charles was no better than anyone else.
He supposed the easiest way of describing it was just that when he was with Monty, he didn't have to worry. He didn't have to act like someone he couldn't be, or try to fit in, or stumble over the right words to say. He could say nothing at all, if he wanted, and Monty would invariably fill the silence.
montlie au posting again, but this time it's a completely new one
until i can think of a better name, i'm just calling it the radio/video star au (guess what song inspired this one wink wink nudge nudge)
explanation down here! ^^
so, johnny; picture the scene ;)
it's the 1950s (think 1954, 1955 maybe?), just before tv completely took over as the main form of media consumption, and while radio is certainly far from dead, the audio stars that had dominated mainstream chatter up until now, were starting to fade into the background to make way for the brand new faces of the golden age of television.
charles is a well known singer – not quite taylor swift levels of fame, but certainly popular enough to sell out a sizeable venue of about 1000-2000 seats – and has been making a career of it since he was about 16.
montagu is a model, an actor, a face everyone can recall; a personality. he's employed as a television actor, but the brand he's made for himself transcends any career he could possibly have. like a male marilyn monroe, if you will.
montagu has always been a massive fan of charles's music, practically never missing a gig, and cholmondeley always finds himself stopping on the street to stare at ewen's image in shop windows, on posters, billboards and television screens for sale.
as one gains popularity and prevalence in the fast paced, consumerist heavy society of the world, the other falls fast and hard into irrelevance and is certain to be forgotten the moment their medium is replaced by the bigger, the flashier, the better...
has anyone done a montlie childhood friends au? it could work so well with trans monty... the fact that as adults monty ignored charles at the office for 6 years could be because he didn't want to risk being recognised or because he doesn't know what charles might think about people like him and cant face being shunned by his old best friend. charles, though, does recognise him and even though it's a shock that his friend is a man now he adjusts to it quickly and admires him from afar. he's a little sad monty avoids him, but understands that he probably doesn't want to be associated with the weird bug boy anymore
let me preface this by once again saying: the characters not the people. however, i will always consider the real cholmondeley's death being before montagu's as musical canon as well. and i just took a whole lot of psychic damage thinking about long term relationship montlie with monty being so used to just talking to charles everyday that he doesn't (can't) stop when he's gone. he walks the hallways of his empty old house speaking over his shoulder and when he's out he spots some species of bug or bird he recognises from his walks with charlie and asks out loud if charlie would kindly remind him of its name. he still tells his jokes to the air, and nobody around him finds them funny (he doesn't have the same wit and charm he did when he was younger). but he knows charlie would have laughed, and so he laughs with him. he isn't going mad. he just always was the talker between the two of them, and now it's muscle memory. it doesn't matter that charlie isn't there to listen anymore, because monty has already learned by heart how he'd respond. so in a way he's still there. in a way they're still going through life together