#eufrasio franzone

[ceaselessims]

jules and eufrasio core

[point-two-two]

every single time Eufrasio appears; let's see how often he drinks/smokes. buckle up because this is a long one

introductory scene Drinking: No Smoking: Yes

cheerfully prepping to pull a guy's teeth out. also with the iconic "i got me a smith & wesson with six bullets in the cylinder" line Drinking: No Smoking: Yes

family life montage Drinking: Yes Smoking: No

christmas party Drinking: Yes Smoking: Yes

side note, he definitely figured out jules was gay in this scene, and i am 100% certain that when he later says "the chicks love that" about jules' bruises he was just thinly veiling the "i think your mugshot is sexy" comment

i'm-a-capo party. this narration makes me want to bawl my eyes out Drinking: Yes Smoking: No

life as capo montage. counting these as one because they are on the same day. he's clearly drunk in the third to a degree that the previous scene cannot account for so even though we don't see it i am going with Drinking: Yes Smoking: No

meeting with adam. insert joke here about the wife meeting the goomar Drinking: No Smoking: No

french dream scene Drinking: No Smoking: Yes

the "you didn't say no did you" scene Drinking: No Smoking: No

being a sore loser at gambling, and jules going "look how great of a friend i am" Drinking: Yes Smoking: No

couch scene. even though he's drunk out of his mind technically he doesnt drink anything in this scene and he's only drunk from the previous one so i'm gonna have to say Drinking: No Smoking: No

meeting discussing mole problem + upcoming dinner party Drinking: No Smoking: No

car scene, aka photos taken moments before tragedy Drinking: No Smoking: No

Drinks in: 5/13 scenes Smokes in: 4/13 scenes For a total of 8 scenes where he is doing either with 1 where he is doing both.

Conclusion: il ne peut pas se bander

[demonic-panini]

Hello the 3 people in this fandom 🖐️🖐️🖐️

Figuring out faces and some extras :)

[kittym0uche]

When Adams betrayal scene was shown, I was genuinely so shocked that I had to close the book for a minute. I was thinking either Adam or Eufrasio was the mole since to me they both had motivations. Eufrasio of course wanted to leave and was fed up with the boss, but Adam also didn’t like how business was going , and he also wanted Eufrasio out of the picture because he was jealous. It was still so shocking to me that he would go this far though.

[pocchi-poket]

I was thinking about how I had never seen someone fumble so bad as Jules fumbled Eufrasio, but then I realized that Adam could've had two hot Italian men, and he fumbled both of them

[point-two-two]

Salut, ciao, and hello to my fellow Rivages fans!

If there is anything that can rival this comic in my affections right now, it would be perfumery. So I thought Wow, wouldn't it be a GREAT idea to combine the two?

[montage of raiding the spice cabinet, speading hours on Fragrantica, screaming into a pillow because I don't have any real materials to work with]

Since you can't smell a post (where's THAT update, tumblr?) I made moodboards to evoke the notes! I have never made moodboards before in my life. I also just had to match them to the character colors which. well it was sure A Process!

But after a week of toil, my labour has finally borne fruit. Without further ado, allow me to introduce

the « Distant Shores » collection!

[warning: images of syringe, substances, guns]

Starting with our protagonist and definitely very reliable narrator:

White Lie

« Become indispensable. »

Head: violet, cedar Heart: iris, opium, patchouli, coumarin Base: orris, oakmoss, smoke

A strong opening; a firm first impression that fades into something distinctive, yet unintrusive. Something you remember without noticing. It's all too easy to relax around this scent, soft and sweet and down-to-earth as it may appear, but what seems like innocence is a lure. Let yourself be entranced, and you might just pay with your life.

Moonshine

« Just remember: it's us or them. »

Head: bergamot, brandy, apple Heart: tobacco, geranium, vetiver Base: leather, ozone, iso e super, metallic notes

At once sharp and heady, at once warm and frigid. The smell of a host at a drunken party, standing above the masses and counting his earnings. Perhaps you make it past the acidic beginnings, perhaps you are rewarded in passionate embrace. It never lasts, though, and soon you are left holding nothing but the cold night air.

Marseille Dream

« Would've been great, huh? »

Head: whiskey, pepper, smoke Heart: rose, cinammon, tonka bean Base: sea notes, ambroxan, amber, gunpowder

Loud and foul-mouthed, the charisma of this scent comes precisely from being unconcerned with disapproval. Sit a little with this rather confronting personality, and you discover a surprisingly gentle warmth underneath. It was the closest thing you'd had to a home. Now you stand, feet in the sand, as acrid regret drifts through the air.

[ceaselessims]

i saw this meme and i couldn't help myself (original under the cut)

[ceaselessims]

Idk if anyone would want this but I haven't written fanfiction in almost ten years and seeing so few on AO3 i had to draft something up.

this was written in like 30 minutes with no editting lmao. enjoy if nsfw (but not all that explicit) jules/eufrasio is your cup of tea :-) takes place directly after the couch scene, or whenever would suit the timing best in your head.

Sway (also on ao3)

Jules could feel his hand through the jacket, steady on his shoulder. Firm, and unmoving. Eufrasio always ran warm, something Jules tried his damndest not to acknowledge for the better part of four years. But something was different. The heat was different.

In the dim light from under the door, Jules could see the naked expression on Eufrasio’s face. Waiting for him to respond.

He couldn’t.

He knew that if he opened his mouth, there would be nothing good to say.

The hand on his shoulder crept up. Slowly. Agonizingly, as if the booze tied Eurfasio’s fingers together, making him only capable of moving one at a time, unwavering in the way Jules suddenly couldn’t breath.

His fingertips grazed the spiking pulse in his throat, tired eyes suddenly narrowing in on the flutter across his skin. Fuck. The silence became deafening, thunderous, as his warm palm came to rest under Jules’s jaw. The only noise was the sharp sound as Jules’ tried his best not to gasp at the contact.

He failed.

Eufrasio glanced up.

He started slowly, like approaching a trapped, cornered animal. But not to save it, to devour it.

And like an animal with nowhere to go, Jules could only see one option. At least, that is what he will try to convince himself later. That he had no choice, that seeing Eufrasio’s eyes sharpen as Jules remained still, moving in like he would jump at any moment, didn’t send a thrill through his blood the same as loading his gun.

Jules had no choice. He was forced to act fast.

And disaster still struck.

Because Eufrasio’s mouth was warmer than any part of him, and Jules knew he chose wrong. He chose wrong but it was too late, because his hands snapped forward to grab Eufrasio’s lapels and drag him the rest of the way.

The palm that rested on his jaw raced to the back of his skull, tangling in his hair. Jules cursed, and Eufrasio took the opportunity to lick into his mouth. Jules’ met him with equal force, tasting the brandy on his tongue, bitter and sweet with the night. It almost made him cry.

They were chest to chest, legs brushing against each other as the heat continued to build. Hands played at the edge of his belt, and Jules pulled away, panting, suddenly very aware of the state of his body, his mind moving a thousand miles a second.

But before he could say a word, there was a hand between his thighs. Hot, branded, pressing against him through his trousers, and there was nothing else he could do.

He moaned and let his face fall forward into Eufrasio’s throat. He was rewarded with more pressure, and he chased it. He felt his face flood with fire as he shifted his legs to give him more room.

To save a little bit of his dignity, Jules turned his face and licked kisses across Eufrasio’s jaw line. The stubble scratched his lips, and he bit down softly at the junction between his ear and his neck. He smiled as he heard Eufrasio’s breath stutter and felt his hands falter. He did it again. And again. Until it became too much.

Jules moved like a bullet, shooting out from underneath Eufrasio’s embrace. He used the leverage of surprise to grab his wrists, and pin them to the sides of the couch, throwing his legs over to tip Eufrasio onto his back.

“Fuck. Jesus Christ, Jules you--” That was as far as Jules let him get before he was on him again. Flush from hip to chest, mouth scouring across Eufrasio’s.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jules whined, wrestling his hand between their bodies to unceremoniously drag their trousers down. “For once in your goddamn life, shut the fuck up.”

It was madness now. Jules could feel the desperation, the need, the ache, the energy. He didn’t know whose it was. He didn’t fucking care. All thoughts of anything but the taste, feel, pleasure of Eufrasio flew out of his mind the moment he had his hand around their cocks.

It wasn’t any good. It was uncomfortable, rushed, rough. But it was worth it. It was worth it to feel this man squirm and gasp underneath him. It was worth it to feel their tongues brush against each other as Jules sucked on his lips. It was worth it to see Eufrasio naked, maskless, under his hands, to see his genuine expressions of pleasure and know that he did that. Eufrasio may have his own lovers, but Jules knew that this, this was for him.

He moved his hand over them quickly, harshly, with every once of frantic motion he had left to give. Eufrasio growled into his mouth and kissed his lungs out of his body, hips and cock rolling with abandon, litanies of curses and praises falling between stolen breaths. Taking as much as he was giving.

Jules knew that it was going to end. Everything ends eventually, and he could feel the panic race in his heart as equally as he could feel his pleasure. It was a race to the end if he was going to come or vomit. Lightning raced up his spine and he began to whine and moan in earnest, heaving desperate breaths into his partner, his best friend’s clavicle.

Eufrasio’s breath danced across his ear, and it was his undoing. “Let go, tesoro.”

His pleasure ripped out of him, and his cry was swallowed by a brandy tainted tongue. He tugged and tugged between them until he felt Eufrasio stiffen and whine his own peak into his mouth.

It wasn’t until after, when they had laid there, soaking in their own mess, Eufrasio’s breath evening out into sleep, that Jules would realize how absolutely fucked he was.