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“It’s in French.” He told her as he held out his well loved copy of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. It was one of his most prized possessions, but he was willing to share. Of course, he was always willing to share whatever he had, and Grace seemed to need a friend. He could do that. “I think you’ll enjoy it though, and if you need any help with it, just let me know.” // @agracefulmasquerade
Hey, guys. Super sorry that I’ve been MIA, but my muse for this giant ray of pure sunshine has been a bit shot lately. I’m trying to get it back, so like this if you’d like me to shoot you a quick starter so we can go back and forth on some stuff. They’ll be short while I try to get back on track.
Thor + being very attractive in Thor: Ragnarok
The Last Man on Earth (1964)
One of my fav Thor & Loki moments - Thor Ragnarok
Sorry I’ve been quiet the past few days. I’ve been feeling pretty crappy lately, so it’s been tough to get into Max’s head. I’ll try to be around tomorrow for things, but until then, I’ll be on Di/scord (probably only in DM’s), if you’d like to plot or chat. *throws a confetti and disappears*)
♚ drabble list - send me one, or two, or three ♚
↳ Here’s a shorter drabble list as I find the massive one is a bit repetitive. If there’s nothing that you want to send here, just send it as a request.
Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.
Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.
Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.
Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.
Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.
Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.
Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.
Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters. specify
Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.
Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.
Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Take Me: my character will kidnap yours
Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.
Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
Grope Me: my character will grope yours.
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.
Own me: My character owns your character.
Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.
Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason. Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
Give Me: my character will give yours a gift Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly.
BABETTE
“No. Women are always right, don’t you know?” She tries to quip, and perhaps it’s clever, but it isn’t charming. One can only ever be charming when the voice is light, free. When it isn’t, it’s only wistful. She tries to laugh at the end of it, give a punctuation made in good will, but the sound is stifling and choked out.
The door speak for her as it creaks open, slow enough to be shown as tentative. It mights a silent, desperate little noise that even Max couldn’t fix with all his tools. And she’s quiet, as her body comes into vision from behind the wood and enamel, and both like and so dissimilar to so many times before, she wants her body to be the answer to the things he’s asking. Here, look at me. Notice my flaws. See here, how scars become a pearl necklace around my neck. Look there, where diamonds glint and fall out my eyes. I am no longer beautiful, just a mess of nice things.
She closes her eyes as he wipes the salt from her cheeks. It seems to Babette that there’s more strength in the finger of him than there is in the entirety of her. They remain shut as she folds herself into his hold because she learned how to bend and remake herself like a paper crane long ago. You could not be more wrong. She wants to protest, but she only knows Max as honest. To speak up would be to put salt on his honour.
She walks where Max leads, pulling both her legs up onto the couch. Her shoulders have a decided lack of posture to them that is not natural to her normal elegance, pushing inward and making her smaller. Her haze falls to the space between her own knees and Maxime’s thighs, unable to look upwards.
“It’s silly,” she whispers, her voice deaf and rocky. As the fresh memory plays in her head, water pools in her eyes, and Babette wipes at the corner of one. “I do not think he… liked me.” For all of her, her throat cannot bear to go any louder.
It was so rare to see her like this, and he knew that not many were afforded the privilege of her vulnerability. So, as much as he hated seeing her upset, he was honored that she trusted him enough to let him see the messier parts. They’d never changed his view of her. No matter how many of them Max saw, he wouldn’t think less of her for them. Tough as diamonds were, even they could sustain damage if they weren’t looked after and treated properly.
They were still just as beautiful, in his eyes.
“It’s not silly.” He assured her as his hand rubbed gently over her back. “We all want to be liked.” Max was just as guilty of it as anyone. It was almost a need for him to be needed, to be everyone’s closest friend and confidant. Being Babette’s friend had never been all he wanted, no, but sometimes that was what was best. Sometimes someone just needed a friend, so that was what he was going to be right now. He wasn’t going to be another man up in the Red Room demanding something from her. He was going to be her friend.
“And as impossible as I find someone not liking you-” well, he was going to try to be her friend. “-unfortunately, there are people out there with terrible taste." His voice was light, an easy smile creasing at the corners of his eyes as he tried to lift her mood.
“Not everyone will like you, Babette. Not everyone will see you the way that I- the way that we all see you here.” If there was a God, which he liked to believe that there was, the slip would go unnoticed, but he slipped again as his thumb followed the path of her fingers, removing what remained of this round of tears. “But that is not a reflection upon you, cherie. You are not the people who like or dislike you. Your worth is not dependent on who’s fond of you, and it never will be. I know that can be hard to believe in this place, but there is more to you than your work. The people who are important will always know that, and they will always like you.”
❝ I don’t like this ending… ❞
Evangeline was such a perfectionist. Every step she took, every word she spoke- it was all so flawless, and he knew that she was very careful and worked very hard to make it all that way. So, he also knew how frustrating it must have been for her when the choreography that she was meant to perform wasn’t to her liking. He knew how much she would obsess over it until she felt it was all resolved. Max didn’t want her stressing herself out over it. That wasn’t going to do her any good. She needed to breathe, and if he didn’t remind her to do so, she never would.
He laid his hands on her shoulders and leaned down some to get closer to her eye level, which was so much lower than his own. “I may not know much about dancing, but I know that you can make absolutely anything into a masterpiece.” His gaze was warm as he lifted one hand to smooth back her hair, comfort evident in every action that he took. “Just breathe for a moment, alright?” And once she had, he returned his other hand back to her shoulder and continued. “If you don’t like it, think of something you like more and suggest it. The two of you may be able to find some way to compromise. Doesn’t that sound better than getting anxious over it?”
@thewhitcswan
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"We're creatures of the underworld. We can't afford to love."
Max glanced up from his work, brows pulled together in concern. “You don’t really believe that, do you?” To him, words like those were heartbreaking. Was that really how she saw them? It was so cynical, so sad. He believed in love and its power with every single fiber of his being. Maybe that made him naive; maybe he was too innocent for a place like this, but he so desperately wanted every member of this family that had been frankensteined together to be happy and have the privilege of feeling love the way that he did.
“Genie…” he sighed and set his work aside. The bar was always a convenient spot to work when the club was closed. He could tinker with something on the flat surface in relative peace, but the sudden turn that their conversation had taken was much more important. “It’s not a matter of what we can and can’t afford. We’re people. People deserve to love and be loved.” He reached across the bar to lay a hand on hers, stopping her from polishing the glass she’s holding for just a moment.
“That includes you. That includes all of us.”
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16 - a happy kiss
He was so thrilled to see her back up on the stage. Of all the things that Max had missed during the months of rebuilding following the fire, Aurelie’s voice had been one of the ones that he’d missed the most. It was a constant. It had been for the past ten years. He’d listened to it grow over the years as she herself had. Everything had seemed so painfully quiet when she hadn’t been singing, and he was all too willing to take a moment to stop and listen while she rehearsed, standing at the back of the room with a proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips. This was where she belonged, and he’d rebuilt that very stage knowing as much.
It wasn’t until she was finished that he approached, offering a hand to her as she descended the stairs. “You sound as beautiful as ever.” He draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a quick, one-armed hug before leaning down to press a kiss into her dark hair. The action was one that he’d repeated over and over, hundreds of times since she’d been a child. Some part of him would always see her that way- as the girl who hadn’t been born as his sister like three others had but had quickly become one when he’d first met her all those years ago.
Max was smiling once again when he pulled back to look at her. Aurelie had a habit of drawing out more smiles from him than nearly anyone else under the club’s roof. “You are going to take everyone’s breath away when you perform that, but that will hardly be anything new.”
@avrelies
I can be ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ'ｓ ｓｕｎｓｈｉｎｅ
Even if it ａｌｗａｙｓ always always ｒａｉｎｓ in my end.
VERA
“Well, lucky for you, I happen to be an expert and I can promise you’ll leave my workroom feeling confident as ever,” Vera chuckled, her mind already running through a million ideas on what would make the right suit for him. She was stubborn in a way that frustrated many around her, namely her parents, to the point in which she no longer maintained relationship with her biological family at all. Growing up, clothing had been a luxury her parents choose not to invest in– though they generally managed to make ends meet, there was certainly no spare money for Vera’s ventures in fashion, leaving her entirely up to her own devices. “Believe me, it’s something I want to do– it’s perhaps the grandest feeling in the world to make things for people I actually care about,” she explained, her words full of truth.
She quickly spotted the compassionate, yet disappointed look on his face- the one that had become all too familiar to her over the course of their friendship. Shaking her head, she sighed, “Si vous insistez,” she responded, pursing her lips, “But you’ve already done far too much for me- the least I can do is feed myself…besides, I’m pretty sure one of the girls already left some food here for me,” she declared, as her gaze wandered to the the untouched plate of food which sat on the edge of her drawing table. A dancer had been kind enough to bring up some food when they had come for their fitting, though Vera had admittedly completely forgotten about the plate until Max’s reminder. Grabbing the plate, she brought it back to where she had previously been standing and tore the piece of bread in half, offering it to Max, “Un peu de pain pour votre gentillesse, mon amie?”
He pursed his lips, unsure of what to do with her insistence. If anyone knew firsthand how stubborn Vera could be, it was Max. Who knew how much time he’d spent in her studio, trying to get her out of it only to be denied? That didn’t mean that he’d ever give up trying though, and he certainly didn’t want her to go taking on even more. Not to mention the fact that he couldn’t imagine how much fabric she’d go through while making something for him. He was far from a small man, and she’d already mentioned how expensive the fabric that she used was. It would just be extra work and an added expense, and he would never want to contribute to either of those things. “How about a deal then? If you agree to take one night every week for yourself, I’ll agree to you making me a suit. I’ll stand quietly while you work, and I won’t even complain if you stick me with a pin.” He wasn’t going to push for more than that. It seemed like a reasonable enough proposition.
“That was very sweet. I hope you at least took a moment to look up and thank her.” He teased, though there was a certain truth in his words. It was a relief when he heard that someone had already brought food up for her, not because he wouldn’t happily retrieve something for her himself, but because him leaving meant that she would have a chance to get engrossed in her work again. If he could keep her distracted, she would have a chance to breathe for a few minutes. So, when she relented and went to retrieve the plate, he was once again relieved and accepted the torn off piece of bread with a smile. “Merci,” he picked a bit of it off but didn’t eat it yet, patiently waiting for her to take the first bite instead.
Kindness is often mistaken for softness and let me tell you, friends….that is a mistake you don’t want to make.
Kind people are not born that way, they do not stumble into it, kind people are forged in fire and darkness and imploding stars…they have steel cores. Throw a punch and you’re going to break your hand.
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1 - a shy kiss
There were a few things that had remained constant over the past few years- his unending desire to help people, his devotion to the Moulin Rouge…and the fact that his heart belonged so completely to Babette.
He knew that she would never be his. She wasn’t his to have. Even if they both felt something, even if she felt even a fraction of what he did, it seemed that too much time had passed. There were too many years of things left unsaid and unfulfilled, longing hearts. It was his fault, and he knew that, too. If it hadn’t been complicated, he would have done everything in his power to be with her and give her the best life that he possibly could. Maybe it wouldn’t have been perfect. It wouldn’t have been glamorous, but he would have given her more love than she would’ve known what to do with. Her happiness would have been his purpose in life. Loving her would have been his privilege.
But ifs and would have beens were all that he had. Dreams of a life full of Babette’s smiles and her laughter…and her touch…and her kisses. He’d never have any of that. He’d never have her lazy whispers in the dusty morning sunlight, or her tired professions of love while he held her close when long nights finally came to an end.
His heart ached when he gazed at her, as it so often did, but it was different this time. This was the end. Until now, they had existed in some nebulous void. There had been potential there- potential to be together and be happy. That void wasn’t a healthy place to live in though. He had to release her from it. She could find someone better then. She could find her true happiness, and that was what mattered most to him. If she was happy and treated as well as she deserved, then he would endure. A day wouldn’t go by that he wouldn’t long for her and everything that she was, but in the end, what meant most to him was that she was living the life that she wanted, that she wasn’t burdened by the weight of whatever had been existing between them.
And to be sure of that…he had to let her go. After this. After one little bit of her to hold on to for the rest of his life.
“Je t’aime.” He confessed in a voice barely above a whisper, brushing an escaped curl back behind her ear. It was the only promise that he’d ever broken, and it was one that he’d made to himself the day he met her to never tell her how she’d captured every last bit of him. “I love you. I have always loved you.”
Then he broke another promise. He wasn’t supposed to do this. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to do this, but one hand settled against her cheek while the other curled around her hip anyway. He leaned down to meet her anyway. His heart was pounding so hard that he worried it might stop. He wasn’t supposed to, but he couldn’t help be wonder if he would die if he didn’t do this, too. Babette was to be his downfall, and he would willingly go to his doom.
So, he kissed her ever so softly. His lips were nervous when they first found hers, just barely brushing them like he was giving her a chance to back away, if she wanted. When she didn’t though, he kissed her again. Properly. Like he treasured her more than anything in this world. Loved her in that earth-shattering, mountain-moving, life-changing way. And he did. He had from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.
“Always,”
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7 - a hug + kiss combo
He was worried for her. That was nothing new, but as he looked at Charlotte with her pupils blown wide and making that haunted look on her face all the more unsettling, he could feel his heart breaking for his beloved friend. Usually, when she sent for him, even if it was at some ungodly hour of the morning like it was now, and he came running for her, he knew how to fix her problems. The door wouldn’t stop squeaking, or the window wouldn’t open, or a bulb had burned out, but now she was shaking, and he was terrified that something within her was broken- something that even he couldn’t fix.
Max only knew what he could do. He could be there for her. He could offer her comfort- something stable to hold on to so she could get pulled out of the fire again. So, for once, he didn’t ask as he moved further into her room and sat at the edge of her mattress. The action of pulling her into his arms was a well practiced one that he put into use for what could have been the millionth time, pressing the sweetest of kisses to her clammy forehead before he tucked her into his warm embrace.
He could be steadfast.
“It’s alright.” Desperately, he wanted to ask her how to help and what he was supposed to do. How could he make this better for her? But he didn’t want to put that responsibility on her shoulders. It was much too late, or maybe it was too early, to be asking questions like that, and she was clearly in no state to respond to them. “You’ll be alright; I promise. I promise.” Because he would ensure of that even if it was the death of him. Somehow, he would make sure that Charlotte was alright. In that moment, it was all that mattered.
“Everything will get better someday.”
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