Nothing better than some FraTur as young adults who try their best and hide their insecurities behind big egos and flashy smiles. And masks, occassionally.
Drabble Collection on Ao3
Ship: FraTur
Human AU/Organized Crime AU
François had never seen such a lavish office – yet – and was immediately determined to take some ideas back home to Paris. The entire place radiated the grandeur of a palace and François wondered if it was thanks to Sadık or thanks to his famed mother. He had seen her once as she had visited his father in Paris, back when he was merely a teen. Her radiant, charming and wonderful beauty paired with her steadfast confidence had left a lasting impression on him.
Sadık was of a coarser kind than his mother, but exuded the same conviction in his absolute power. Not God-given, like the kings he had learnt about in school and read about at home, but hard-earned.
Hard-earned mostly by his mother, but François wasn’t going to say that. Big egos didn’t like to hear truths and he already had to deal with some pretty harsh truths.
“So, what are you here for?” Sadık asked him while he worked on an incredibly fancy and almost antique tea kettle. Now that was a change from the plain and pragmatic or unbelievably homely kind of kettles he knew from the MacAllisters and even the Kirklands. “If you want to mediate between me and the Russian, you can forget it. Braginsky is an old, bitter man whose clock is ticking and since he doesn’t realize it, I’ll just wait with a grin until he drops dead.” And with a grin he looked at François, who thought it was an utter shame his eyes were hidden underneath a dark blue mask.
François cleared his throat and put on what he considered a more professional face than his previous gawking in awe. “Don’t you think though, a less … confrontational course might help establish a more stable relationship between you and Kazimir’s son in the future?”
Sadık leant against the table with the tea kettle and took a sip from his cup. “I’ll talk to that kid once he made his stripes. How old’s that bugger? Sixteen?”
“The old Braginsky wouldn’t recognize good will if it spat into his face. François, there’s no chance for you here to make your stripes. Time will solve that problem sooner than any talks do.”
“If you demonstrated some good will towards his father, he might not make his stripes by trying to aggressively branch out towards the south.”
François fell quiet and Sadık snorted. He poured another cup of tea and put it down in front of him. “Here. Don’t pull such a face. Kick back a little, don’t want that you came here for nothing.”
François answered it with a smile and a “Merci.” All the time he had spent in British houses hadn’t made him like tea any more.
“Can you promise me something, though?” he asked him.
“Depends on what it is,” he said. He leant against the table, cup in one hand and the other crossed in front of his chest. What a chest it was. Sadık wore beautiful and graceful clothes and even though his language was more than informal at times, he also had some sort of natural grace to him, due to his tall stature and long limbs. But he had the back and chest of a ringer and big, callous hands. It was a strange mix but it fit right in with his role as grand emperor. The masks he wore were perhaps the strangest element of his appearance but they tied the two together – exquisite and mysterious as they were, they hid the fine face and part of his emotions behind a wall.
“Once time has … solved this problem one way or another and Kazimir’s son takes his place, you will show some good will, won’t you? Because then I’d be more than willing to put in a good word for you as soon as he takes his place.”
Sadık gave him an amused smirk. “You’re planning quite ahead, don’t you?”
François smiled at him. “This world is changing and if I want a place in it, I better help it change. Besides, the Russians are something of a … volatile power, a middleman with connections would really work to your advantage.”
Sadık smiled back at him and it was such a plain, friendly smile. There was no way to know what he really thought about his words with his mask on – so François decided to swallow his nervousness and decide to believe he had said just the right thing.
“Sure,” Sadık said. “Your tea’s getting cold.”
“Oh, of course.” He smiled and took a sip.
Sadık suddenly leant in closer to him and François hid the fact that he was startled behind his teacup. “What are you trying to do, goldilocks, grow a beard?”
He could not hide his obvious offense behind the teacup. “Trying?” he asked in an affronted tone. “I beg your pardon, Monsieur Adnan, I’ve succeeded at growing a stylish beard.”
Sadık chuckled about this and rubbed his own jaws and chin between his fingers. Now that he was closer, he could see faint golden patterns punched into the mask. Not to mention his deep, green eyes.
“Do you wear that mask at all times?” he asked him. “Or is there a possibility I could peak underneath it?”
Sadık chuckled again, but it was somehow more breathless this time. “Why are you asking?”
“Well, I will not be insulted on my appearance by someone who hides half of his face behind a mask.” He grinned at him and cocked his head as he moved his own face even closer to Sadık’s. “I’m also just morbidly curious. Is this like a kink thing?”
Sadık burst out laughing right into his face. “You’ve got a big, loose mouth right there,” he said afterwards. “But if it does other things than talk big words, I might let you peak underneath it.”
“So it is definitely a kink thing, alright,” François said but before Sadık’s laughter could die down and take the moment with it, he added: “These pretty lips can do a lot more than say sweet things, though.”
Now Sadık’s chuckle was dark and rough as it came from the depth of his massive chest. One hand in François’ perfectly styled hair, which pained him more than his smile could hide, he said: “I bet some people would thank me for shutting you up” and kissed him.
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