#river is lance

[abubblingcandle]

Trick or treat 🦇 (anything from slow horses? 👀)

Exciting!! Thanks!!

Here's a little bit from Fleuve Ch3

“I’ll get the first watch,” Shirley offered, settling in on the settee and holding her hand out for Marcus’ gun. “I can stay up,” Louisa offered but was met with a shake of the head from Shirley. “I’ll get you up in a few hours. Don’t trust this one as far as I could throw him,” Shirley glared over in Lance’s direction. “As if you could even pick me up let alone throw,” Lance scoffed, rolling his eyes. Shirley frowned at him, looking at Louisa for a second and then back to Lance. “That’s the whole point dipshit,” she grumbled, jutting her jaw out at him. Catherine held back a chuckle. Lance’s jaw tightened, teeth grinding in frustration. “Fine can I at least have a drink and piss before you leave me with this one?” he hissed. “Come on,” Louisa barked, uncuffing him and pulling him to his feet. “What?” she asked, looking at Lamb’s raised eyebrows. “He’ll be insufferable if we don’t.” “Didn’t say anything,” Lamb shrugged, kicking off his shoes and slumping back onto the bed.

[abubblingcandle]

hello! just was wondering if fleuve is still being updated? no stress at all if not but i‘m obsessed rn so thought id ask x

Hello! Thanks for reaching out anon! It absolutely is.

My whumptober has been pushed into November because COVID took be out of action for three weeks but I am just using it now as a prompt list to get shit finished.

Because of that Ch3 - 7 are in the whumptober plan and so should be hitting your screens asap. Chapter 3 is about half done I would say.

Here's a little snippet from that chapter:

When Louisa is woken up, sunlight is streaming in through the now open curtains. “What?” she slurs, blinking until her vision clears. Shirley was supposed to wake her up in the middle of the night for her shift, why was it morning? Catherine flickered into view, her hands softly resting on Louisa’ shoulders. “He’s gone.” That woke Louisa up fully, her eye widening as she shot upright. Lance was nowhere to be seen. Roddy was sat at the desk with his computer open. Lamb was in the doorway talking to someone in rapid fire French. Marcus was handing Shirley a glass of water as she massaged her temples. “What happened?” Louisa groaned, accepting the bottle of water from Catherine. “Somehow he managed to drug Shirley,” Catherine explained. “Fuck,” Louisa cursed.

[abubblingcandle]

Six Sentence Sunday

From Fleuve Ch2

“We gave you an opportunity to come with us sensibly and respectfully and you punched Marcus in the face,” Catherine tutted, unwavering in the force of his glare. “Hazard of the job, as if you lot are going to let me try that again,” Lance continued his struggles. Marcus kicked him in the back of the knee and then used the surprise and muffled outcry of pain to wrench Lance’s hands into the mittens and duct tape them onto his hands. The zipties were back in place to stop him ripping the tape with his teeth again. “We aren’t going to. Which is why the mittens stay on,” Catherine smiled sweetly.