The perks of being in a relationship | thoughtsfromacynic

Sophie was sitting backstage. “Five minutes, mademoiselle.” She took a deep breath. What was wrong with her today? Everything hurt and her throat was sore; her ankle didn’t heal and she felt irritated. Grantaire was late, he was supposed to be there ten minutes ago, what if her pianist wouldn’t come?

The pain was unbearable. Sophie took a handful of painkillers and shoved them down her throat. The sore throat wasn’t good for singing. She reached for another box of pills and took five. With one move she threw a used pregnancy test into a bin. Where was he?

Hopelessly devoted to you {Elliot&Valentina}

—The sun was going down over the beach. Valentina was sitting in the sand, her back pressed up against the wall. In her lap she had a little notebook in which she wrote notes or scenes for a story she was writing. She knew she properly shouldn’t be out this late—but she felt somehow drawn to the beach, as if she knew something was going to happen. It was quite chilly, and she shivered slightly, but choose to ignore it. It felt wonderful to be on her own, with no worries or cares. 

Looking down into the paper, she started writing a small scene, much like the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet;; where two lovers meet properly for the first time, and they know that it is true love from the moment they lay eyes on each other. It almost brought tears to her eyes, it was quite beautiful, some of the best she had written in her own opinion, maybe she could get far with this; maybe she could even get something published one day. But for now, it would only be her stories, that no one else could read but her.

Valentina had been far to busy to notice the man that was walking down the beach, his gaze quite certainly locked on her. If she had seen him, she would properly have blushed up fiercely, but she didn’t— not before he was relatively close to her. She looked up at him, her blue eyes fixing upon his as she send him a careful and shy smile; “May I help you?” She asked softly.

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After the meeting, Enjolras mumbled to Combeferre that it may be wise for the latter to go check on Grantaire, which was certainly not a good sign. The drunk hadn’t been at the meeting, from what ‘Ferre could see, and Enjolras wouldn’t explain why, though he clearly knew. And, as always, the ever-serving med student listened to his friend and found himself knocking on Grantaire’s dorm door.

Let Me Go [closed]

How did this happen? How did she get here? Sophie Enjolras used to have it all: loving family, perspective school and bright future. She was once happy, calling her beloved brother every day, spending every Sunday afternoon with him and their parents, sharing a family lunch. She was studying hard, hoping to become a musical actress one day. Everything was perfect.

That was until one day her father came home late, bruises and cuts all over his face. He was mumbling incoherently, forcing them all to pack their stuff and prepare to leave. They didn’t understand, but did what he asked them to, since the look on his face didn’t let them doubt his words. None of them knew he was involved in some serious illegal business which got out of his hands suddenly. He didn’t tell them, he didn’t think it was important.

They came when everything was packed and they were almost ready to leave. There were too many of them and someone grabbed Sophie and held her close, with a gun on her temple. She saw her mother and brother being shot, their lifeless bodies falling helplessly to the ground. She screamed and cried when they dragged her away. She wanted to stay, to hold her brother one last time, he couldn’t leave her like this…

They said they would let her go if her father paid what he owed. From what she heard, it was an unbelievable amount of money. No one pretended to believe he’d ever get the money, but they took everything from the house and they got the girl; a nice one, young one with pretty hair and perfect body. She would make the money.

Sophie cried a lot. She cried for her mother and brother and she cried when they beat her up. She cried even more when they ripped her clothes off and threw her on the floor, ‘testing her’, as they called it.

She didn’t stop crying when the other men laid with her. She begged them to leave her alone, she begged them to let her go. For every tear she shed, a hit and a punch followed. She didn’t care. The life has faded away from her.

She forgot how long she has even been there. She tried to forget how many men has laid with her, but that was impossible. She remembered all of them. Their faces, their smells… She didn’t cry any more. Not so often anyway. She was quiet and sad, the other whores laughed at her. They enjoyed their customers; she was a slave. No one seemed to care.

And yet, they kept her alive and pretty, well fed so she wouldn’t lose her natural beauty. She was their treasure, the special one, as they called her, and men didn’t mind paying extra for her. Mostly because there were no boundaries; they were allowed to do to her whatever they wanted as long as she survived it. That was their rule. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Every day, Sophie Enjolras wished for someone to break the rule.

Roommate AU || Enjolras & Grantaire

Enjolras was unfortunately in need of a new roommate. He had unintentionally scared away the other one with his talk of change and wanting to fix things in society and at the university. His roommate was of the opinion that Enjolras was obsessive, borderline crazy. A shame really. Enjolras had thought he might persuade him to his cause. But one could not always get so lucky with roommates as Courfeyrac got with Combeferre. Now he would have to meet his new roommate even though he didn’t want to wait around for someone to show up. He cleaned the whole place and then sat down at his desk, irritably tapping his fingers on it as he waited.

The Roman calling [closed]

Sophie got changed from her wedding dress once they’ve arrived at the airport. While Elliot went to buy their last minute tickets, she ran to the bathroom to get changed. Staring into the mirror, Sophie took a deep breath, deciding to leave all the troubles at the airport. 

Three hours later, they set their bags down in the hotel room in the centre of Rome. Sophie laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before started laughing. “This is crazy.”

Confess... Fucking shit.

Hunter put a hand over his mouth in horror. He had to tell people… he glared at his friend, before stalking off, slaming the door and walking to his bakery.

Like hell he was going back into the appartment to get his keys.

(For the next five hours, muse has to tell anyone that he talks to what he thinks of them)

Shipwreck bay [ Valentina and Elliot ~ AU ]

Flipping her tail, she swam as fast as she could. She had observed as the remains of the wooden pirate-ship was thrown onto the sand by the large waves.  Biting her lip, she swam as close as possible to the remains of the ship. Her voice rang out in her siren call, though she was no cruel or unkind.

"Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.”

She flipped her fins, smiling now. Maybe if she was lucky one of the sailors— or rather, the pirates would hear her song. It had been far too long since she had last seen a real human, the thought excited her.

After settling back into normal family life and improving their relationship, R and Rosie decided it was time they took off for somewhere warm for their honeymoon they never got to take. His mother graciously offered to fly over to Paris to stay a week with Xavier, and his father was nowhere in sight. Thank heavens for that.
Rosie couldn’t get enough of the sun when they stepped off the plane. It was so beautiful here! It reminded her of California.

"I did a bit of revisions to our suite. I asked for an upgrade and they gave us one. Whirlpool and all."

Lust and Desire (College!AU)

He had no idea what had gotten into him. One minute he was fine, the next he couldn’t stop picturing Grantaire throwing him onto the desk and shoving into him. Courfeyrac groaned and laid against his boyfriend, flushing when he realized he had groaned aloud.

Surrender Now, or Prepare to Fight || thoughtsfromacynic

It was rare that Montparnasse was on his own on an assignment like this, but the rest of the Patron Minette, the gang-like subsection of Team Rocket of which he reigned, had all been assigned elsewhere. This is pathetic, he thought to himself with a huff. Guard duty was such subpar material, especially on an assignment such as this. Nonetheless, here he stood on the second level of Pokémon Tower while three absolute buffoons held old what’s-his-face hostage and tried to manage base communications. For days now he’d been scaring off those coming to pay respects to their deceased Pokémon; it was enough to make him sick.

Out of nowhere a figure was approaching from the stairs: Ghost Pokémon? Nah, just another stupid kid. "Hey!" he sneered, crossing his arms over the red R on his chest, barely covered by a form-fitting leather jacket, and held his head high disdainfully. "Boythis is private property! We have work to do here!”

~Are you lost? [Thirties verse]

⊰✙∬ Valentina sat in the apartment, alone. She looked down through the window, waiting for something to happen. It had been awfully quiet the last couple of day where the gang had been away. A knock sounded on the door, giving the woman a fright. She opened slowly, and  observed the young unfamiliar man stand there in the door way “Monsieur Claquesous is not here, do you want me to  give him a message?” She asked, her pale fingers wandering the boarders of the wooden door. Visitors rarely came here, and it was quite unusual that her father had given anyone their address. 

This man before her, didn’t really look like a gangster, and she had never seen him around the Patron-Minette before, it made her slightly nervous, he could be a spy of some sort, perhaps he was after the money. She had orders to shot if someone came and asked for their money, she was safe, this man was unarmed. 

M!A Marathon

Marathon: For reasons best left up to the cosmos, the muse has the uncontrollable urge to indulge in some ‘me time’ every half hour no matter where they are or what they’re doing for (4 hours). (Try not to get arrested!)

Nicolas sighed, sitting on his couch, simply watching television and waiting for this damned curse to go away. It happened like clockwork it seemed. It being the urges. He usually never had them, Nic was never one to indulge in ‘self love’, but now it seemed like every half hour he had to. And he didn’t like it. Could one arrest an anonymous demon for cursing them with having to have ‘private time’ on a regular basis? Nicolas sighed and shook his head, doubting it. It had gone well so far, as well as it could he supposed. He glanced over at the door, now as long as no one came to visit him.