L'espoir fait vivre

❝On ne se souvient pas des jours, on se souvient des instants❞ relationship: married bio | rules | navi

[francisleseduisant]

lilli-of-the-mountain‌:

No, this is not a romantic movie. Francis does not get to be welcomed home with open arms and tears of joy. But, that one little touch reminds Lilli just how much she missed him. If he pulled her into his arms, she would have likely responded with equal ardor. Every bit of her restraint would have snapped and only Heaven knows what sort of reactions she would unleash.

But this isn’t a movie and Francis doesn’t pull her into his arms. Instead, the warmth she feels is from her stove, upon which she sets a pot and a block of frozen broth to boil. A faint cooing grabs her attention from the rapidly melting liquid and she looks over her shoulder to see Francis kneeling over Claude.

A smile pulls at her lips without even realizing it and for once Claude actually seems happy. At least, his face is far less grumpy than usual.

“He missed you,” she tells Francis. We all missed you. The words hang in the silence between them as she watches Francis lavish the cat with attention. “He wouldn’t eat. At least, he wouldn’t until I put salmon down for him every night.”

‘He missed you’.

The hint that she missed him - that the bird missed him, that Aimee missed him, that everyone missed him - was there. It was heavy, and clung to the air like the smell of a heavy rainpour. He had abandoned them; he had walked out, left, for a long time. Yes, he was back, but he had taken a part of everyone’s life. He had taken himself. 

The comment of salmon tickles Francis, somewhere deep down. He lets out a small laugh - his first in months - before he even realises. “Salmon,” He titters, with a shake of his head, “Of course. Always a spoilt baby.” His bruised, dry hand strokes over the cat’s head, nestling in the soft fur. Quietly, he cups Claude’s face with his fingertips and leans down to press chapped lips to white fur. Surprisingly, the cat doesn’t pull away or try to attack him. Surprisingly, the kiss is allowed, and hot tears spring to Francis’ eyes once more.

A sigh escapes him as he sits up. Deep within him, there is an urge to get up, to run, to leave. To slip out of the door and never return. He has already caused Lilli so much pain. So much bother. So much hurt. He is doing her no favours by being here.

But he can’t.

He can’t repeat what hurt her. What kind of husband would he be to leave her in the lurch again? Francis’ eyes follow Lilli as she works around the stove, heating his dinner. She’s so, so good to him. She always has been.

“Lilli, I...” Francis’ voice cracks, the moisture in his mouth seemingly evaporating with nerves. “I’m sorry. I really, really am. I’m so sorry.”

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Tmw you're not a part of all this yet you get anon hate from the dumbass as well lol

dunno who you are but thank you for the random vent in my inbox

[francisleseduisant]

Still hate you and your cult and still a better France than you. Still a better writer and rper too , and all my nation ocs are superior

my dick must feel really good for you to keep riding it like this

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lilli-of-the-mountain‌:

There are many second thoughts Lilli is having about letting him in and yet she knows it is the right thing to do. After spending weeks pining for Francis, how can she turn him away, now? And looking like he is? He looks as though he hasn’t had decent sleep or good food in the entire time he’s been gone. 

“I have a roast cooking in the kitchen,” she tells him, brushing past him to attend to said roast, “Unless you need something lighter. I have soup in that case.” Though, Francis knows this. She always has soup waiting in their home for a chilly night or an illness.

Lilli hides behind the food and his obvious need for it to avoid what she really wants to say. How can she say what she’s truly thinking? The thoughts are startling even to her and she wouldn’t want her words to drive Francis away when he’s only just arrived. She did everything perfectly and he still left. What would he do if she allowed the imperfections to show?

The slight touch of her shoulder against his chest as she brushes past is enough to pang at his heart once more, and his fingers twitch as he yearns to grab her wrist. To grab her wrist, to turn her around and... And what? This isn’t a romantic movie. There’s no script that says she has to take him back, to forgive him, and for life to return to the way it was. “I - “

Francis sighs, before slowly following her. The house smells so familiar, yet so strange. The scent in the air is wholly, entirely Lilli. The decorations are all the same, except for the usual explosion of Christmas. He looks around as he walks to the kitchen, as if he had never seen this house before. “Soup would be, um, fine, but I can do it.” Is he talking to her? He’s not even sure.

Entering the kitchen, he stops dead. His eyes lock on an ugly pile of scruffy white fur, as a messy head turns round to look at him. Oh, how he loves Claude, his hideous cat. Softly, he walks over to the cat as it sits up, and drops to his knees. “Hey - Hello...!”

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napuleh‌:

It’s like a punch in the face to see his brother like this, all harsh angles and bruises, a split lip, ragged. Absolutely ragged. It makes it hard for Vincenzo to smile back for longer than a moment, wondering where exactly he’s been, as the ‘what’ part is so terribly obvious…

“I wasn’t planning on standing the entire time, but feel free to.” Vin squeezes his hand before letting go, fingers trembling until he pulls his chair out and sits. They’re kept balled into a fist under the table, his other hand on top, nails digging into his palm… anger, anxiety, either one works.

He clears his throat. Where to begin?

“You know, it doesn’t…” Blinking several times, Vin tries his best to not sound like his usual bitchy, critical self, “I mean, it’s different for you, but… hey, maybe I could shave my hair too.”

The squeeze to his cold fingers is appreciated, and Francis’ smile widens a touch. With a nod, he slides into his chair, settling himself on the comfortable seat. Gently, he hangs his scarf on the back of his chair, opting to keep his coat on. Perhaps it was because of the constantly present cold draught, swirling in every time the door opened. Perhaps it was because his shirt wasn’t branded. Perhaps it was to hide how skinny he was. Who knows? That’s the beauty of being mysterious. Or just disappearing for months with no explanation.

Francis’ hands clasp tightly atop of the table, his fingertips picking at his knuckles. His French etiquette that one’s hands must remain on top of the table ruins any disguise of anxiety or nerves. So, he keeps his smile painted onto his face, and looks at Vincenzo as the man speaks.

A small laugh. “Well. It’s somewhat fashionable I guess. Very gay, too. A look.” Sure, a look. Keep kidding yourself, Francis.

[turbopisser]

Santa with that ass so fat

Let me see them buttcheeks clap

[prostatemodern]

on Dec 18 we won’t be able to see a tity but this abomination will remain untouched and if that ain’t the darnedest thing

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lilli-of-the-mountain‌:

“So, then, come in. Stay.” Francis still can’t make himself do that, can he? Will he allow himself inside, back to the family he left and the warmth of a home he tossed aside? Heaven only knows but Lilli is running out of ways to invite him. She will not, as he hopes, invite him with a warm embrace. Two months have created a wide space between them and it is going to take a lot of work to go back to as they once were.

“At least come in to eat something before you leave for two months, again. You look awful.”

She’s inviting him in. Francis didn’t expect it to get this far. His eyes brighten a little, his smile reaching them a touch more. Straightening his shoulders, Francis nods. “That would be lovely.” Lovely. Lovely to be invited in, as if he’s an estranged guest, rather than a man re-entering his own home; a husband re-uniting with his wife.

Except, he kind of is an estranged guest. Husbands don’t up and leave, with only a note taped to the toaster explaining where they’re going. Husbands don’t disappear, only sending their wife money as an indicator that they’re still alive and out there, somewhere. 

“Thank you.”  He steps inside, waiting for her to close the door behind him. Just in case she changes her mind.

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Roleplaying Profile Meme

PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!

Feel free to add to any of your answers!  The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write!  For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

– B A S I C S –

NAME: Amber

ARE YOU OVER 18? Yes / No

IS YOUR MUSE? Yes / No

WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED? like 2012. help.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people)

LET ME EXPLAIN: I’m a mean picky bitch who needs people that understand me/my muse/how busy I am. I also require a lot of information about you & your muse before I follow, which means I don’t follow people who don’t have many pages of information, or much information on their blog at all. 

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON?

Not at all / A little / Some (Canon Divergent!) / Mostly / Strictly / N/A

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs  / Icons / Gificons

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No / Yes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted / Open Ended Plots (set up a meeting and see what happens) / Semi-Plotted (a few steps ahead) / Fully Plotted Epics (plotted beginning, middle, and end)

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 Weeks) / Average (1-2 Weeks) / Fast (Less Than One Week) / Very Fast (Less Than Three Days)

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Action / Tragedy / Domestic  / Family / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No / Yes

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? No / Yes (sexual assault, need a warning if graphic)

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Platonic Queer

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Platonic Queer / None unless we’ve plotted

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / Chemistry only / Yes

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No / Yes

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual  / Heteroflexible  / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Pansexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Undecided

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic  / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Undecided

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / Selectively / Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship / During Plotting / After A Couple IC Interactions / Several IC Interactions In/Slow Burn

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No / Selectively / Yes / Never Tried It

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? No / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes

DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes

Tagged by: god

Tagging: fellow heathens

[francisleseduisant]

napuleh‌:

@francisleseduisant

He’s starting to regret the place he chose for them to meet up. Not because it’s seedy, or the food is bad; on the contrary despite not ordering his usual apéritif he’s still keen on enjoying a meal there. As much as he could in this situation, anyways.

Vincenzo just wants Francis to feel better. Comfortable. Brunch in this small cafe seemed like a safe bet, but he doesn’t want him to feel like everyone’s staring. Judging. Or worse, what if his brother tries to run off for another two months?

He stirs his coffee for a while before he sees the man himself and stands up maybe a bit too quickly to greet him. Vin’s glad that he’s at least got his shades on to somewhat diminish the effect the other’s appearance has on him, because he can feel himself start to tear up a little.

“Well, you don’t look too good, Mr. Stark.”

(He knows that isn’t how the meme goes).

“Ciao, Francis.”

The most he can do is stretch his hands out to him, not very sure as to how to approach him. He hasn’t even really finished processing him now compared to how he was just weeks ago.

Decidedly less stylish than usual, Francis draws his coat around himself as he walks down the small street, his scarf tight around his face. He’s freezing, he’s nervous, and his hands won’t stop trembling. Pushing them deep into his pockets, he casts his eyes down until he reaches the agreed upon cafe.

Gently, he opens the door, looking up at the tinkling bell that noted everyone of his entry. Curious eyes turned towards him - as humans often did - and Francis immediately felt targeted. His eyes met theirs, and he scanned the room quickly for Vincenzo, feeling himself grow hot. God, he shouldn’t have done so many drugs while he was... Away. They always mess with him, and he knows this. He should have left them alone, shouldn’t have used such hard substances, shouldn’t have had that joint this morning. He can feel eyes on him as he walks, he can hear whispers about him, he can feel stabbing looks into his back, he can’t breathe, he can’t-

Breathe.

As he approaches Vin’s table, he forces himself to take a deep breath, shaky hands raising to loosen the scarf around his face. Francis cracks a half smile, aware that he looks like absolute shit, and takes his hand into a firm handshake.

“Thanks. Hello to you, too.” Pulling the hat off of his head, he settles the best he can, running his fingertips over the sharp shaved mess he now calls hair.

“Shall we sit...?”

[napuleh]

Sometimes I get sad and then I remember that I’m taller than my brother, and everything’s okay again. [CACKLE]

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[glares in 5'9]

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repost, don’t reblog

                                    ; self awareness test

Below the surface everyone is pretty complicated. Based on your answers, we think the following three traits are important strands in your personality:

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathise. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

REVERENCE

One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

tagged by: @napuleh thanks bitch tagging: god

[foolisland]

[liberalfartsdegree]

list of things im handling well currently

1.

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lilli-of-the-mountain‌:

“I’ve spent two months wanting you here, Francis.” While the man before her sagged, Lilli’s frame became tense, frosted pink fingernails digging into the doorframe as she clenched it tight. The tension was necessary. Francis looked like he walked through Hell and as furious as she was, Lilli still loved him. The last thing she wanted was to compound his misery at this one moment.

“So if you want to stay, come inside. Otherwise getting my hopes up like this is nothing more than cruelty.”

Francis wants to hear an invitation, a warm welcome back into his wife’s arms. He can’t have that. He knows this. He alone created this situation, and he alone must deal with the consequences. So, he nods slowly, his eyes darting to the tension in her hand on the doorframe. Swallowing deeply, he tries his best to fix his posture, acting less like a martyr and more like a husband who needs to mend his mistakes. 

“Then I’ll stay. I’ll stay as long as you will have me. I have a lot of explaining to do, I know. And apologising.”

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lilli-of-the-mountain‌:

“Hello, Francis.” Lilli’s tone was pleasant. Perhaps too pleasant. It is the same tone she uses with politicians in the boardroom: fake and a means to keep the peace. Francis cannot know how many mornings she woke up the first weeks after his departure, hoping that he would be standing at her door just as he is before her. She would have readily welcomed him, then. Her hand itches to slam the door in his face, now. 

Instead, Lilli stands aside and opens the door wider to accommodate his frame. “Are you going to stand out there until your nose turns blue? You had better come in.”

The smile falters, before falling completely. His shoulders drop, though with disappointment rather than the previously felt relief at seeing her. Disappointed at what, though? What did he expect? His heart wants them to jump into each other’s arms, yes, but realistically... Realistically, he didn’t expect her to even speak to him. Why would she, after he disappeared two months ago?

“Lilli, if you don’t want me here, just say so. I just...” He just... What? He wanted to see her. Yes, he did. He missed her more than he could say, which is why he was in the area, but he was too scared to come and see her. He was halfway out of the town when he happened to run into her brother, who firmly broke his nose, swore at him, and then decided to bring him here. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, but if you don’t want to hear it, that’s okay.”

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I’ll sort out the blog another day but as of now, for the foreseeable future, Francis is Back and he is...... not good

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what the FUCK is up Kyle