THE ORIGINS : PART 1 (fanfic)
Crydamoure : Have you ever wonder…what is the story behind this blog ? Or what is OUR story ? Here it is. Written all for you fans. We love you !!!!!
OTP : Crydamoure/Roulé (LABEL AU) | Mature Content
WARNING/ TAGS : NSFW , Alcohol TW, Self Harm TW , Cutting TW , Anxiety TW ,Coma TW , Blood TW , (buts its verry lighty , not too much gore ) Fluff , Friends with benefits , Hospital , smutt later , gay everywhere.
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Roulé screamed. His phone was vibrating in the dark. He grabbed it: one message. Since they were back on tumblr, he only got happy reactions from @irenereru , @vicky-the-gamer, @corpuswalker , @silver-bot, @pedro-winter and @tailsy14 who were just some fans of the huge fandom loving them, apparently happy with their relationship and music. They were so thankful for all the cheering they had, of all the success life brought them. Yet, Roulé was still struggling with his past. One day, he almost lost him. And now he couldn’t imagine his life without him. He looked at his right just to make sure he was here. And Crydamoure was looking right back at him with his beautiful blue eyes:
‘’Nightmare again?’’ he whispered softly, running his hand through his hair.
Roulé simply nodded and dragged him in his arms:
‘’That night ….keeps hunting me. ‘’
‘’Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. “’
“”It’s been 2 years now. Everything is fine. I’m still alive. I love you more than I ever did Thomas. Your labor is successful, I found a job in fashion industry what are you scared about, what’s going on, talk to me babe. “
Roulé sighed and kisses his forehead:
‘’I call you an asshole but deep inside, I am. “
‘’Don’t say that! ‘’ squealed Crydamoure: ‘’You changed. You make efforts… I see it from the bottom of my heart mon amour! ‘’
‘’Yes…“ sighed Roulé, as Crydamoure dozed off back to sleep ‘’Yes.”
And the past was still dancing before his eyelid, he was too scared to close his eyes, afraid of going back again…
Roulé was late again working. He promised he would be there in time, since he stopped going to casinos for the sake of Crydamoure. All his friends told him that he was just a hoe, that he was selfish, a kid; just good for fucking and nothing else. Roulé never trusted relationship; he wasn’t into engagement. He wasn’t into emotions, sometimes being always cold was a pain in the heart but he liked it rather than being broken heart. On the other hand, since he talked to Crydamoure in this famous Knight Strip Club, and even when they would meet in Paris, their lives always crossing yet never being so tangled as they were now, he couldn’t help but to wonder if things could be different with him. He has not been sure for ….More than a year. Roulé accepted him in his apartment at the only condition they weren’t boyfriend; just partners, lovers without love, more than friends with benefits but without any relationship. At first it seemed to work when Roulé was carefree, always drunk, living the life in clubs or casinos. But Crydamoure, who was as carefree as he at first became more emotional and into him. That was the problem. Roulé was always pushing him at first but.. fucking was just not enough in fact he didn’t quite know what he wanted. So he tried to be there as more as possible to find out what he was, they always fought for it, then they would end up fucking and kissing each other like animals until the morning comes when Crydamoure would wake up, alone, in a cold and empty bed. But Roulé tried to be there… Yet, he couldn’t well manage his time. He created his own label, and since then, his business was growing faster than he thought. He would spend the entire day writing contracts, selling them, doing budgets, doing promo since his team was rather small. He had goals. And between his long hours of work, the face of Crydamoure would always come as a reminder he wasn’t as successful as he was in other spheres of life.
Honestly , Roulé didn’t know what game he was playing and how much longer would Crydamoure play .
That night was like the old night. A stressful one when Roulé would work his life out to the point of exhaustion when he would almost sleep in his office a call from Crydamoure waking him in panic, the next morning. Roulé yawned and looked at the time then jolted, in horror. Already midnight. He was working for at least 12 hours in his Label’s office. How could he forget…
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