#lancelot!

[vive-la-revolution]

uh hi

ive been in the amrev fandom for a bit buuut my social anxiety is ✨driving me nuts✨ so can you please initiate me into the fandom

my name is Lancelot (he/they) and am obsessed with the fashion part of the amrev and with john paul jones and lafayette :D

- @gossiping-about-dead-ppl (this is just my main im forced to use to send asks)

OMG HIIIIIIIII BESTIE LEMME INTRODUCE YOU TO SOME AWESOME PEOPLE

@i-like-old-things (Julia, she/her), our beloved charles thomson geek

@lams-tallmadge (Liz, she/her), Tallmadge Simp (tm) and a master of lams writing

@harrison-the-dilf-friend (Alex, he/they/it), kink master and resident meme (affectionately)

GO MAKE FRIENDS SHOO

[dirge-of-valentinex4]

In her bedroom, Marie was enjoying a mini vacation and hanging up newly printed photographs from her latest outing. Here she was allowed to display her more personal work, as Arthur did not ever enter this space.

A faceless couple holding hands. A mother leaning into her infant’s pram, children playing, free of worry, a series of black and white memories frozen in time amidst the soft sea of pastel pink that was her personal space.

She heard the door open and she turned, pinching open a clothespin to hang the last photo, but it slipped from her fingers when Vincent let himself inside.

She froze.

Her heart sped as he approached her, but not in the way it ought to. This was her bedroom. No man, not a single man had stepped foot inside since she’d turned twelve and she didn’t know how to respond, her panic rising. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

When he lifted her up and held her, she drew a few quick breaths, scanning her vanity to ensure her pills were still there should she need them.

Wrapping herself around him, she closed her eyes, erasing where they were and conjuring up a different place so she could at least think. Arthur was away. If Vincent had made it to her, he’d gone through Gabriel, or rather, Gabriel approved and would give them his silence regarding Arthur. There was no danger to Vincent here.

She took a deeper breath, leaning forward and inhaling his hair, legs tightening around his hips. He was here of his own accord, not on some schedule and not for a fee. Her heart slowed a bit focusing on the way he felt in her chest, the way his hands splayed across her backside. He was in….her bedroom. And that was…

It was okay.

If anyone deserved to be here, it was him. If there was any man she was going to open her heart to and let in, it was him. And in this moment, he wasn’t paying to be with her. It was the first time she’d experienced anything that could be likened to a ‘boyfriend’.

“You’re here,” she murmured into his hair, eyes closed, concentrating on him, not his intrusion, “is everything alright?”

Vincent was still, holding her weight steadily and easily as he breathed her in, listening to her heartbeat as it slowed and steadied.

“I’m sorry....” Slender fingers gripped the back of her sweater before relaxing. “I know I shouldn’t be up here....but I had to see you..”

He moved his face off her chest and rested it against her neck, eyes closed for a moment before he slowly let her down. “I can go..”

[vive-la-revolution]

cat.

CAT!!

[vive-la-revolution]

this reminded me of you

i…….. have no words

[vive-la-revolution]

10, 20 & 42 :]

What song sums up this year for you?

Did you develop a new obsession?

hell yeah. too many.

What are you most proud of accomplishing?

stepping out of my comfort zone and meeting the best people in the world because of it :)

[marie-dufresne]

"You weren't followed?" he asked, glancing down the street both ways before stepping aside to let her pass through, one hand hovering over the pistol he kept by the front door, just in case he saw any lurking shadows that shouldn't have been there.

"How did you get away without being seen? Marie this is madness."

But he still kissed her, and pulled her close. She'd not yet been inside his house, they still only met in her official....business chambers...and her inner sanctum. Every day he worried that her father would end her before he was able to end him, that their fragile but sweet relationship would be shattered.

"How did you even find me? Did you have your man follow me?"

“It’s not madness,” she breathed, returning his kiss, exhilaration running through her veins. She was never so bold, always waiting for him to come to her, always following The Rules.

Well, they bent The Rules, that was certain, but The Rules themselves never went unbroken exactly.

“Despite his stature, Gabriel is as stealthy as any slender fox,” she purred, reaching up to stroke the side of his face, “he took me out. We have two hours.”

Two hours for what? It didn’t matter. They were alone, they were unwatched, and Marie was high on rebellion.

“And he found you long before it became relevant to me. Please don’t be angry; he’s doing his job.”

@dirge-of-valentinex4

[dirge-of-valentinex4]

“  i miss you.  i know i’m not supposed to,  but.  i just had to see you.  ”

"You weren't followed?" he asked, glancing down the street both ways before stepping aside to let her pass through, one hand hovering over the pistol he kept by the front door, just in case he saw any lurking shadows that shouldn't have been there.

"How did you get away without being seen? Marie this is madness."

But he still kissed her, and pulled her close. She'd not yet been inside his house, they still only met in her official....business chambers...and her inner sanctum. Every day he worried that her father would end her before he was able to end him, that their fragile but sweet relationship would be shattered.

"How did you even find me? Did you have your man follow me?"