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Holy cow, is that [MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL]? Nah, that’s just [IAIN TRAVERS], the [22]-year old, [FLORIST] who is a [MIDDLE CLASS] citizen. I wonder what they’re doing in Boystown?

#bio

finchrobel:

Finch was slightly nervous to see how Iain would react to him cooking his favorite dish, keeping his eyes towards the other man and seeing him start to cry. He was suddenly right beside Iain, wrapping his arms lightly around his boyfriend. “I know that I didn’t have to do it but I wanted to. I could see how sad you are and that you miss France and I know I can’t bring you back to France now, I can bring you a little piece of it here instead.” The smaller man could understand why Iain was feeling that way and he couldn’t blame him at all. That trip was wonderful and he could only imagine how Iain feels, knowing that he lived there most of his life. “That’s okay, you can cry and feel sad. You don’t have to apologize.”

Iain was grateful that Finch thrived on touch just as much as he did, because the minute he started getting weepy, that was exactly what Iain needed. He held Finch as tightly as he could manage, burying his face in the crook of the boy’s neck and inhaling deeply. Everything about Finch made him feel better, including the way he smelled. “I love that you do that, and thank you so much for it,” he whispered before standing up again, “I am feeling so much emotions eet ees ‘ard.” Iain forced himself to take a few more deep breaths before trying to continue. “I am sad to have left, but happy to have gone, and so grateful for you, and so in love with you and our babies, and so nervous about the future...Eets’ a lot.”

#finch

finchrobel:

Finch was waiting for Iain’s reaction, watching him when he saw the beret on their babies. He couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face when Iain knelt down to hold Wren, doing the same with Draco. “I know that I can’t really stop that sadness you feel, knowing that you miss France very much. But I know I can bring a piece of France here instead.” Letting Draco down, Finch started leading Iain towards the kitchen where he quickly got the plates of food out of the oven. “I had to ask your mom what the recipe is for your favorite meal and she happily gave it to me.”

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Iain tucked his face into Wren’s side so Finch wouldn’t see the fact that he was actively holding back tears. It seemed so silly to cry over this, and truth be told, Iain wouldn’t be able to tell if he was sad crying or happy crying, but he was at that point. He didn’t know how he had gotten so damn lucky, and here he was, about to cry about it. “Sweet baby,” he cooed again before setting Wren down. When he heard Finch mention that he was making Iain’s favorite, Iain did start to cry a little. “You don’t have to do that,” he whimpered, quickly trying to wipe his eyes, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so messy like this.”

#finch

finchrobel:

Finch took note of the fact that Iain had him on his left side, his blind side, as they walked back. He just snuggled as close as he could without him actually stepping on his boyfriend’s toes. “We can have a feel-good movie, a Disney one that’s very light.” His boyfriend’s mood was very noticeable and he just wanted to help make him feel better. As much as he could, when he knows he can’t really help because he missed France very much. If he could fly his boyfriend back, he would again though. It didn’t take long before they were in his apartment again, opening the door and seeing Draco and Wren waiting for them by the door, their tiny berets still intact.

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Even just having Finch’s body heat on his left side made Iain feel so much more at ease. He felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest and he subconsciously let out a deep sigh. Yes, he was sad to have left France, but he knew they couldn’t stay, it didn’t make sense for either of them, and he just needed time to adjust again. “I like that.” They didn’t speak the rest of the walk, but Iain wasn’t bothered by it. The silence was comfortable. When they got home and he noticed the little berets their kitties were wearing, he let out a watery chuckle. “Oh, my sweet, sweet babies,” he knelt down in front of them and scooped Wren into his arms, “Little baby, you are so cute.”

#finch

finchrobel:

Finch just smiled when Iain had said that he missed the kittens as well. He signed ‘I love you’ to his boyfriend and then looped his arm around his as they started walking back towards their shared place. The smaller man was swaying their arms between them as they walked. “Yes! That sounds nice. Cuddles with you and our babies.” Although he had a different plan at the beginning of the evening with them having dinner that he cooked. “You can choose the movie.”

Iain signed ‘I love you’ right back to Finch before tucking him into his left side and following him down the street. He was feeling a little anxious and distracted, so he felt safer putting Finch on his blind slide even if it meant not being able to see him. It put him far more at ease to have that side protected, and he’d be able to look at his boy when they got home. “We can pick,” he offered, “I’m not sure what I want to watch, I’m just feeling very...meh. I want to lay around and just exist. Hold you.”

#finch

finchrobel:

Finch was happy to be held by Iain, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. He could see how happy his boyfriend was to be there in the flower shop. “I missed you so much.” It had only been hours since they last saw each other but he really did miss Iain very much. The translator was happy to be held until he stood on the tips of his toes to kiss his boyfriend on the lips. “Let’s go, mon amour. The kittens are waiting for us and they missed you very much too.”

“I miss you and them too,” Iain was trying not to speak too quietly because he knew Finch wouldn’t be able to hear him if he did that, but he didn’t have the energy to speak any louder, “I’m ready.” Slowly, Iain let go of Finch and tugged him towards the exit so he could lock it and leave. He didn’t want to be sad, especially because his boyfriend was so empathetic and there was a risk of making Finch sad too. That wouldn’t be very nice. “Tonight, do you want to have a movie night? Snuggles on the couch with some popcorn?”

#finch

finchrobel:

After their trip to France, Finch noticed that Iain was happier since he had seen his mother but at the same time sadder because he already missed his mom and France itself. He decided to try and cheer up his boyfriend by getting croissants from the best French baker in town and even going the extra mile by asking Iain’s mom for French recipes that he could cook. That, and he even bought tiny little beret hats for their kittens to wear. When the food was ready, he decided to place it in the oven to warm first before starting to walk to make his way towards the flower shop where his boyfriend worked. “Are you ready to go home, mon amoureux?

@flowerboy-iain

Iain hadn’t realized how much he had missed France until he had the chance to go back. Of course, he did know how much he missed it, but he was able to shove it deep down for a long time because he couldn’t spend energy on it. Now that he had been, his heart was full, but also hurting. Ever since getting home, he had been a little flatter emotionally than before they went, but he was starting to bounce back. Working in the shop really helped, and he was actually happy to be closing the store by himself. “Bonjour, mon coeur,” Iain hung his apron up and enveloped Finch tightly in his arms, “Anywhere with you.”

#finch

thatsevtanner:

“Dude! How are you doing? Thanks for meeting me last minute.” Sev greeted the other with a fond smile as he sat at the table. He’d invited someone to dinner at his favorite pizza joint. “I didn’t know what to get you, so I just kind of told them to bring a water until you got here to decide.”

“I’m very good, how about you?” Iain waved off the comment about meeting last minute. “I’m the worst at setting things up last minute, don’t even worry about it.” He slid in to the spot across from Sev with a smile. “Perfect, because I also don’t know what I want, so maybe that’s the best thing to have for now.”

#sev

wtfnixxx:

N6ix knew it was very last minute, but he appreciates that Iain was available. He also had to make sure to text his boyfriend that he’d be home a little late, so he made sure to do that as he waited for his beer. “Hey!” he grins at the sight of his friend and gives him a side hug from his seat before settling back in his seat. “Yeah, I know… I’ve been working a lot,” he explains a little, “What about you? how are things?” he asks, the bartender sliding him the beer he had ordered.

Iain grinned at the little hug, not matter how small and platonic it was. He was a big fan of platonic affection and didn’t believe friends did that sort of thing enough. Of course, he wouldn’t do anything if his friends were uncomfortable with it, but he would like to do it more. “Ah, a good or bad thing to be working so much?” He asked before turning to accept his own drink. “I’m very good. I think soon I will be able to maybe start looking for my own shop! We will have to see.”

#nix

miyanodaichi:

Daichi picked up his pace as soon as he saw that Iain had gotten there before him. “Hi Iain! Sorry–did you wait for me long?” he asked, some worry lacing his voice for making someone wait. There was an expression for that in Japanese, but there was no equivalent in English. “I am just very busy recently so always running around from place to place. I’m happy to just sit now,” he declared with a little chuckle.

“No, no, not long at all! I have arrived early anyway because I’m always worried I’m going to be late.” Iain had been chronically late as a teenager and after getting yelled at about it one too many times, he learned how to leave a little too early. It was better to sit and wait than rush and make the other person wait. “I know you are. Every time I try to see what you are up to, you are in some country doing some crazy things!”

#daichi

daxtonconnerseden:

“Wow. I can’t even fathom what was going through dude’s mind when he left, but I’m glad that you and Finch have each other. You seem so much more happier, and I’m all for it. I don’t blame you for being happy that the third person is out of the picture, and I completely understand. I’d have done the same if Lar was in the same situation.” Dax nodded and smiled back just as brightly. “I’d love it, too, and you know Jho would love to see you. And Elora would love to meet uncle Iain.”

“I don’t know very much either, but after about ten seconds of finding out he left, I stopped caring. It didn’t matter why he left, it only mattered that he made Finch upset and that was so far from ok in my mind.” Iain would defend Finch until he last breath if he had to, though he hoped that wouldn’t ever happen. “It just makes me feel a little selfish because at first I told him it was okay and I’m not sure it was ever ok,” he shrugged, “I would very much love to do this. You must only tell me when you are free.”

#daxton

finchrobel:

“Huh. I didn’t know that you were younger than I am.” Finch just shrugged. He was surprised, yes, but it didn’t really matter to him at that point. But he did expect the two of them to be of same age, at least. “If you asked me to go to France, I would’ve said yes. But since we’re here, where do you want to go? Do you want to go to the beach? A hike, we can rent a cabin?” It had been a while since he actually left the state too so it would be a nice change.

“I didn’t know you were older than me if I am being honest,” and he was, because Iain didn’t lie to Finch about anything, “That does not bother you, yes?” It would absolutely destroy him if Finch started regretting their relationship because of their age. Especially since it hadn’t mattered literally thirty seconds ago. “I would fucking love to go to France. I haven’t been since I was eighteen and I miss my maman more than I can put into words, but that is a little far,” he sighed, “The woods sounds nice. I sunburn.”

#finch

What's the flower you give to someone when you want to have sex? And please don't say roses.

“You know I would never, ever say roses. Mauve carnations say you have had fantasies of them, lavender is good just because it’s a sexy smell a lot of the time, red orchids mean desire, calla lillies supposedly look like...a woman down there, so some people recognize it as like a sexy flower, camelia’s mean a desire to love, but mixed with other things would be good, also petunia’s.”

#ask | iain #Anonymous

what is your dirtiest fantasy?

“This is a good question. So, I’ve already sort of done some of it, but, I would love to take Finch - and Finch specifically - somewhere sort of public, an obviously, have sex. This might be good in a dungeon-like setting because I want all eyes on us. He’d be wearing the collar I bought him recently, hands tied either above his head or somewhere away, legs also tied, but not down, I want them mermaid tied together, chest harness tie of some sort, bent over something that will hold him up...maybe a blindfold, but I don’t want to scare him because he can’t hear so well...so maybe not. Then, make him beg in about thirty-five different ways while a bunch of men stroke their own cocks and wish they were us.”

@finchrobel

#ask | iain #nsfw #Anonymous

Holy cow, is that [MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL]? Nah, that’s just [IAIN TRAVERS], the [22-year old, [FLORIST] who is a [MIDDLE CLASS] citizen. I wonder what they’re doing in Boystown?

#ask him stuff

jxbutler:

The boy seemed nice, even if he looked frail. Jonah caught some accent, but wasn’t sure what it was. He could guess french, but the boy might as well be canadian, so he played safe: “You have a lovely accent.” He said, smiling at him. He stepped out of the way to let the boy in.

“Thank you.” He says, closing the door, looking at the boy up and down, but before he can see it happen, Jonah is already smiling at him again, kindly and sweetly. “I’m very thankful.” He says, and gestures towards the bouquet. “I mean, I didn’t order this, but I’m thankful you delivered it.” What else could he say? It wasn’t the boy’s fault in the first place.

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“Thank you, I am from France, so sometimes I think it is a small bit difficult for people to understand what I say. I appreciate it.” Of the three other languages he spoke, English was the one he had the heaviest accent with. In Italian he could fake an Italian accent, ASL didn’t require speaking, and French was his native tongue. Sometimes Iain was embarrassed by it, but he couldn’t change it, so he tried not to worry too much.

“Oh yes, you are welcome. I would rather it come here with you than stay at the store anyway. Bouquets that get ordered and not picked up get thrown out a lot of the time. unless we can salvage them for more days,” he shrugged, “That makes me sad. They are too beautiful to waste.”

#jonah

timothy-boystown:

FairlyOdd: You’re welcome! FairlyOdd: It’s not weird at all! FairlyOdd: Me and my old roommate used to scroll through grindr together and check out the hotties so I get it xD

FlowerBoy: It’s probably a little strange, but we don’t care FlowerBoy: Yes, exactly haha, plus, we are happy to be friends with the more normal people FlowerBoy: There aren’t many of those on here

#timothy

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