Not the Chamber fic I promised, but this is a fragment of one of my chapters in this book I'm writing. This is the first draft and I haven't fixed anything, so if it sounds weird and there are any mistakes in the writing, keep in mind that this is normal, lol. There hasn't been editing yet and I don't plan for there to be any until I finnish the book completely which we have a loooonnngggg way yet to go. But it's late at night so I figured out might as well publish this just for the fun of it.
Also, english is not the first language of this book and I translated it using chatgpt so if y'all wanted to read it u would understand. Apart from translation there is no use of AI in this piece of fiction. The reason why I'm putting Chamber tags on it is because I inspired Yves, one of the antagonists, from Chamber. So when you imagine Yves, that's Chamber (especially the actor from the l'art de vivre video, im obsessed with Yoann). Have fun.
It had been an exhausting day. June had just begun. Yves came that night and sat beside me. Some time had passed since I had asked to change rooms, and this one was smaller, a little emptier. Perhaps not as comfortable, but comfort had never mattered much to me anyway.
He stayed beside me for a long time. There was a huge, exhilarated smile on his face. I couldn’t remember ever seeing him like this before. He stayed for a long while and made love to me. He rambled the entire time about things I often didn’t understand. I didn’t know where he was going with any of it; he was forming sentences that barely made sense.
He told me that several years ago, he had been in the South of France, in Aix-en-Provence. It was the place where I used to live. I had told him about it some time ago, since I already knew he had been there before.
I had left my beautiful city, full of greenery and water. The clean air that filled my lungs and calmed my mind. I had left the old houses, the books and beautiful gardens, my family... for what? To become a ballerina in cold, harsh Paris.
I had loved the city so much when I was little. Now, I hated it.
Yves continued telling me his story. He had been there with his brother. It had been a pleasant trip for him, one of his most beautiful memories. He spoke to me about things that were so familiar to me, even describing streets I had walked along, rivers in which I had swum with Marie.
Marie, my older sister. I looked so much like her. We almost looked like twins; in fact, many people thought so as I grew older and came to resemble her.
He told me about a particular house that he had liked very much. He had seen it from a distance. He spoke about it with so much emotion that I felt as though I had traveled back in time.
I wasn’t paying much attention, but suddenly it seemed to me that he was describing a place I knew all too well.
He was describing my house.
He slowly began stroking my hair and told me that he had seen a girl there, in the garden behind the house. She had been wearing a white summer dress, with her black, curly hair loose around her shoulders.
She had never seen him, but he had fallen deeply in love with her.
That was why he refused his mother’s parties. He didn’t want to marry anyone but her. He had never had the chance to approach her, he told me. He had never met her. He had felt hopeless.
Then, one late day in February, when he had finally decided to obey his mother and marry a countess from the North, he had seen her again on a stage.
“She was dressed in white again,” he told me, “but her hair wasn’t loose. I could barely see her curls.”
It was the first time since he had lost his other half, his twin brother, that he had felt so much hope and happiness. So much that he didn’t know how to express it, but he believed he knew how to keep that girl from slipping away from him again.
Three tears fell from my eyes at once, followed by two more.
He kissed me hard as he wiped away my tears, then gave me a sincere smile, the dimples in his cheeks deepening.
“I’m so in love with you, Genevieve.”
He caressed my cheek and my lips.
The passion I felt radiating from him was something I had never felt from Elio. He looked at me in a way no one had ever looked at me before, in a way I couldn’t describe.
I couldn’t say anything to him. Not that I could have told him anything anyway.
I remained frozen in place, barely breathing.
Somehow, I felt sorry for him.
I didn’t understand why he was so happy to be in love with someone he could never marry.
Hello everyone, i'm back from the dead to announce that I posted the prologue of my Chamber x Reader Fic on AO3. There's many more chapters already wrote but i need time to feel ready to post them. It's my first time publishing publicly what I write so i'm quite nervous.
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There's two versions available :
French Version (french is my first language and i first write in french before translating to english )
English Version
Have fun reading it and thank you for your time if you indeed read it.
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Thank you @atroposisms for being my beta-reader for the english version of for the fact that your own fic pushed me to write my own one.
Thank you @zakuzky for being my beta-reader for the french version, even if you don't consider yourself like it !
Authors note: I am alive!!! I apologize for taking so long on stuff, my life has very recently become very hectic but I promise content is being created ;-; Until one of the bigger pieces is finished, plz enjoy some chamber!
Chamber Kiss Headcanons | X GN Reader
Chamber is a peculiar case when it comes to how he kisses you. And it all depends on whether you've cracked through his persona yet. If you were dating Chamber, or if you were dating Vincent.
If your relationship is new, His kisses are swift and aren't very satisfying, as if he is always rushing to do something else.
Chamber is a busy man, so a swift kiss on the forehead as he leaves to start his day makes sense. When he greets you, he kisses both sides of your cheeks and gives you his signature smile. And when you are leaving, he may press a quick kiss to your lips before ushering you out the door so you aren't late for whatever plans you may have.
He would rarely kiss your lips but would give you pecks and quick kisses if you asked him to.
His kisses never linger and never seem to have much emotion to them. Even if you were to pull him into a gentler kiss, a more needy one, it would seem like he is quick to pull away and press a second to your forehead, possibly cooing about how precious to are or about how cute you seem.
It almost felt performative at times. Fake, even.
And it's because it was. To him, the kisses were to appease you. To sell that your relationship was real despite it benefitting him in some way, shape, or form. He wanted to keep his distance from you but knew that he had to at least give the bare minimum to keep you around.
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But that all changes the second you break him. The second he realizes just how much he cares about you. That's when Chamber becomes Vincent.
This can happen in multiple ways, but the outcome is always the same. The man who had been keeping you at a distance, completely changes.
Now, his kisses have emotion to them. A need and fire that had been lacking previously before.
He would find himself cupping your cheek as he admires you, watching you talk or do whatever things that brought you happiness, and would just smile before pulling you into a kiss.
Sometimes, he would teasingly lift your chin if you weren't paying attention or got shy. His little chuckle would give away his fondness for you again before pulling you into a shorter kiss, but one still full of love
Deeper kisses now were met with equal eagerness. His hands which would have never held you close, grip your waist or run gently across your lower back as he tilts his head while returning your kiss.
Kissing Vincent never left you wondering if you were being lied to or led on. He never let you question your worth to him. Unlike before when he would have listed your achievements and sang you praise at the first sign of self-doubt, he would just chuckle softly and pull you into another loving kiss to take your worries away.
Listen, I know the whole wing theme has already been talked about but I need to point it out again with the Veronica Remake trailer now bc my eyes landed on Claire's pin and it almost looks like it's meant to be the second half to the one on Leon's watch and-
the concept of 12 year old sherry’s teacher calling her dad into the office and it’s a 21 year old who looks 18 and they’re just rapidly trying to do the math
