Jehan and Montparnasse had been living together for
almost a year, and their apartment, which was originally meant for only one
person to live in, was becoming too small for all of their things. Reluctantly,
they decided to move out and get a bigger place to live. They’d packed up all
their belongings and loaded them into three cars (Jehan’s, Mont’s, and
Combeferre’s). Once they arrived at the new apartment, Jehan, having always
been sensitive to the paranormal, immediately sensed another presence.
“Montparnasse, we’re not alone here,” Jehan
“What do you mean, Little Bird?” Mont asked them.
“There’s a spirit here, I can feel it,” They told
“Do you want to leave?”
“No, not yet, I can’t feel if they’re friendly or
The answer was decidedly not, and the two of them
found this out as dishes started flying out of the cabinets and shattering
against the wall, barely missing their heads.
Jehan shrieked and Mont pulled them down to the
floor, nearly throwing himself on top of them.
“Are you okay, Little Bird? Did anything hit you?”
Montparnasse kissed into their hair.
“I’m okay, Monty,” Jehan shook slightly, “Get my
spirit board; I’m going to try to talk to them.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jehan,” Mont told
them, “Whoever it is seems to loathe us.”
“Exactly, and I’m going to find out why,” Jehan
nodded and got up off the floor.
Mont got up and got Jehan’s spirit board from the
box of “Jehan’s paranormal and magical shit.”
Jehan unfolded the board and laid it flat on the
floor, once they finished burning some sage and lighting candles all around the
Montparnasse sat close to them and held one of their
“Who are you?” Jehan asked the spirit.
“Why did you throw that stuff at us?” They asked.
spelled on the board in front of them.
“We live here now, why don’t you want us here?”
“The three of us can live here together, can we not?”
Jehan asked hopefully.
“Are you still there?”
“Why won’t you answer my question?”
“What’s your name?”
“Andrew, we don’t mean you any harm, I want you to
“No, we’re not going to do that, we live here now,”
Jehan told him.
“If you try, then I will have no choice but to
remove you from this place,” Jehan threatened, “We can live here together, or
you can be removed, those are your choices.”
“Are you still there?”
As Jehan was about to ask another question, all the
candles blew out at once and a cold breeze swept through the apartment.
“We should spend the night somewhere else,” Montparnasse
“No, if we back down he’ll never leave us alone.”
“Jehan, he wants us dead just for being here,” Mont
“And I can make him leave if he tries anything,
trust me please?” Jehan gave Montparnasse their famous puppy eyes.
Mont sighed, “Alright, I trust you,” he kissed their
cheek, “Stop it with those damn puppy eyes, it isn’t fair.”
Jehan giggled, “They’re my secret weapon, Monty.”
“Let’s get ready for bed, Little Bird,” Mont smiled
and helped them off the floor.
Jehan stood up and snuggled into Mont’s arms, “Carry
“Alright, little cutie,” Mont laughed softly and
picked them up and carried them to bed.
up in his arms, “Comfy Monty,” they mumbled happily.
Once in the bedroom, Jehan made sure they had
anything necessary to remove a spirit, right next to them on their nightstand.
“Are you sure we should stay here tonight, Jehan?”
Mont asked them as he climbed into bed beside his lover.
“I’m sure,” Jehan nodded, “Hand me my laptop,
Mont handed it over.
Jehan typed their address and the ghost’s first name
into the search bar, “Dear gods…I know why he hates us.”
“Why, love?” Mont asked, looking at the screen.
“He ran a hate group; he was given the death penalty
for organizing the mass murder of a
group like Les Amis in the 1970s,” Jehan read the article, “It says he plead
guilty in court and said that they all deserved it for, ‘Living in sin and/or
supporting those who do.’”
Mont frowned, “Fucking hell, maybe we should leave…”
“No, he’s going to leave, not us. First thing
tomorrow he’s gone,” Jehan shut their laptop angrily and put it aside curing up
close to Montparnasse, “He isn’t going to win again.”
“Kick his ghostly ass, babe,” Montparnasse kissed
Jehan giggled softly, “I love you.”
“Love you, too, Little Bird,” Mont smiled, “Go to
Jehan nodded off within a few minutes, followed
shortly after by Montparnasse.
When Jehan woke up the next morning, they could no
longer feel the spirit’s presence in the apartment. They quickly shook
Montparnasse awake, “Monty, wake up; I can’t feel the ghost anymore.”
Mont woke up, “What? He left?” he asked tiredly.
Jehan looked around and nodded, “I have to get to
work, love, it’s late.”
“I’ll walk you, just in case his ghostliness shows
up,” Mont got out of bed and got dressed.
Jehan nodded as they dressed and pulled their hair
into a braid.
“Ready, Little Bird?” Mont asked, pecking their
“Yes I am, Chaton,” Jehan smiled and took his hand.
Montparnasse walked them to their flower shop for
work, “Want me to stick around today, my lovely?”
“I can handle the ghost on my own, Monty,” Jehan
giggled, “I’ll see you tonight for dinner.”
“Sell lots of flowers, baby, I’ll bring you some
lunch later on,” Mont smiled and kissed them softly before walking out of the
Jehan grinned and got to work on the arrangements
and bouquets being picked up that day.
About five minutes before Jehan was expecting
Montparnasse, they started towards the bathroom to wash the soil off their
hands. When they came back out, they noticed a plant had moved a little, and
started feeling like maybe they weren’t alone in there. They went to move the
plant back, nervously, and all of a sudden a vine wrapped around their neck
tightly. Jehan gasped for air, but couldn’t get any, and grabbed at the vine
trying to pull it off.
Montparnasse walked into the shop; “Jehan, I’ve brought
lunch!” he called.
“H-Help,” Jehan managed quietly, as their vision
started blacking out, and they were pulled to the floor.
Montparnasse heard something fall in the back and
ran to them, “Jehan!”
Jehan’s face was purple and they were nearly unconscious.
Mont tried to cut the vine away but it was too thick
for his pocket knife, he then tried to use Jehan’s gardening shears, but the
vine wouldn’t budge. Once it was clear that the vine wasn’t coming off, Mont ran
and got all of Jehan’s ghost removal items and started the ritual.
Jehan kept struggling against the vine, which only
seemed to tighten as Montparnasse continued the spell. They passed out and went
After about three more minutes, every lightbulb in
the shop was shattered and there was broken glass and dirt everywhere, but Mont
finished the ritual and the vine loosened and shrunk back into its plant.
Montparnasse rushed to Jehan and pulled them into
his arms, “Jehan! Jehan wake up! Please, please, wake up, my sweet Little Bird!
Please!” he was on the verge of tears, “Don’t leave me, please!”
Jehan gasped as they came to and coughed, curling
into Mont’s chest.
Montparnasse sighed in relief as tears rolled down
his cheeks, “Hey, I’ve got you, I’m here, my Little Bird,” he whispered and
stroked Jehan’s hair softly, “You’re safe.”
“I n-need to get him out,” Jehan coughed.
“He’s gone, I got rid of him, he’ll never hurt you
again, my sweet bird,” Montparnasse held them close and comforted them gently.
“My hero,” Jehan smiled a bit weakly.
Mont picked them up, “Come on, you’re closing up
early and relaxing, we’ll eat lunch at home, my love.”
“But the orders…” Jehan attempted to protest.
“I’ll do them, okay? Let’s get you home,” Mont
smiled and carried them home, where the two of them would never be bothered by
angry spirits ever again, they were all too scared of Montparnasse.