#Auguste Marmont

[ot-alsace]

Marechal Marmont

[josefavomjaaga]

Eugène on the capture of Malta

Somebody committed the grave error to show interest in Eugène’s memoirs … so I thought maybe there is some more interest somewhere out there. Most of what Eugène writes is very brief, it’s possible that this was only a first draft, outlining the events, to be elaborated on later. Which never happened, due to Eugène’s death.

I’ll start with the departure of the French army for Egypt. For context: Eugène (16), had just returned from another journey that had taken him on Napoleon’s orders to Corfou, Naples and Rome (where Napoleon’s brother Joseph held the post of French ambassador and where he had witnessed anti-French riots and the death of a general who should have married Napoleon’s ex Desirée Clary).

I accompanied the ambassador [Joseph Bonaparte] to Paris, where I stayed for some time; since, in the first days of April, I received the order to leave, with several of my comrades, for Toulon. General Bonaparte arrived there on 9 May; eight days later, we were embarked on board the one hundred and twenty-gun ship Orient, and on 20 May, all the ships of the fleet set sail. It was a magnificent sight to see more than four hundred sails, protected by thirty ships of the line or frigates, sailing away from the shores of France to chase the glory and hazards of a distant expedition, the aim of which was still unknown to most of us.

At the end of twenty days, we arrived at the sight of Malta, and, the next day, after some talks with the city of Valletta, we disembarked at two different points, to the east and west of this place, at the same time as another column was also making a landing on the island of Gozo. I was sent, on the morning of 11 June, to General Desaix, and, in the evening, to the chief of brigade Marmont. I was with the latter at the moment when the garrison made a fairly large sortie; it was repulsed with some casualties; five flags were taken from the enemy, and I had the good fortune to capture one. After the affair, I was charged by the chief of brigade Marmont to carry the five flags to General Bonaparte, who was on board the Orient. The following day negotiations with the place were started, and we entered it on the 13th.

The general-in-chief visited the fortifications, and I remember very well hearing General Dufalgua, commander of the army's engineers, jokingly complimenting him on the fact that someone had been found in the fortress to open the doors.

And I can just see one 16-year-old sous-lieutenant being all shocked by this. Treason? When he had just been so proud of the French army gloriously defeating the enemy?

Also interesting to note: There was a time when Marmont and Eugène got along just fine.

[microcosme11]

Happy Birthday, Marshal Marmont! (via GIPHY)

[meneeddeadmenyaoi]

junot's doodles again+ 1 marjuno ^^

[captainknell]

Happy birthday Marshal Marmont!

July 20, 1774

[flowwochair]

I need to stop thinking about jurmont before I start feeling bad for marmont, marmont SUCKS, BOOOO JUNOT PICKED NAPOLEON OVER YOU BOOOO

[oldmon3y]

Lana Del Rey leaving the Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles, California on August 4, 2012

[koda-friedrich]

The Four of Toulon✨

[northernmariette]

Happy Birthday, Marshal Marmont!

Considering the length of this post, I guess I’m making up somewhat for all the other Marshals whose birthday I neglected in the past few months. I’m also interested in this Marshal because he has become such a cardboard cutout in the popular imagination, and nobody on Earth is a cardboard cutout; this characterization only makes me more curious about what he was actually like. 

A biography of Marmont, in French, was published just a year or two ago. Reading its first pages from the Amazon site ( https://www.amazon.ca/MARMONT-Franck-Favier/dp/2262068054/ref=sr_1_2?crid=2XGX0RQWO1G9P&keywords=marmont&qid=1658303682&s=books&sprefix=marmont%2Cstripbooks%2C127&sr=1-2&asin=B07DGNKW98&revisionId=&format=2&depth=1 ), I found out how carefully educated he was, the one surviving child of well-to-do, happily married, doting parents.

As I’m always interested in links between prominent people of the period, I was happy to discover that he knew an already turbulent Junot from adolescence; that he met Napoleon as early as 1791, and Duroc in 1792; and that in 1793, he was serving under Kellermann, the oldest future Marshal and he, Marmont, the youngest. Their difference in age was forty years.

About Kellermann, Marmont wrote this to his mother: that Kellermann was an old military commander who had previously fought in 16 campaigns, and who took advice from nobody; but who did seek Marmont’s opinion at times, and who adopted it. Did Kellermann do so? I don’t know, but Marmont’s education was excellent, as previously noted, and whatever one might think about him he was one sharp tack.

Finally, this is some of what old curmudgeon McDonnell wrote about Marmont's time in Dalmatia: "His activity was prodigious. He set up a new constitution for the ancient city of Ragusa, conducted negotiations with Turkey and Montenegro, created the Dalmatian Legion, appointed new judges, reorganized the finances of both his army and of the country, established large depôts in various towns in order to enable him to march independently of lines of communication, drew up plans for an invasion of Turkey, decentralized the military hospitals, built fortifications, bridges, dykes, among the marsh-lands and cutting through the rocks, and during his governorship visited every village and hamlet in all Dalmatia, and knew every hill and mountain by its name." I wish I had this kind of energy.

[nobrashfestivity]

Hannah Wilke The Artist in Her Studio, Chateau Marmont, Los Angeles, August 1970 Performalist Self-Portrait with Claes Oldenburg Hannah Wilke Collection & Archive, Los Angeles

[armagnac-army]

I DEMAND YOU CREATE ANOTHER POLL !! And do not call it a “pity poll” unless you want your house flooded with my vikings

-Bernadotte

MARSHALATE PITY BALLOT

VOTE FOR ONE OF THE LESS POPULAR LES GRANDE CHAPEAUX!!! SOMEHOW BERTHIER THE NERD WON THE FIRST POLLE WITH ME IN SECOND PLACE SO LETS DO THIS SHIT AGAIN

IN CASE YOU DONT KNOW WHO WE ARE WE HAVE A "OUIKIPEDIA PAGE" ALL ABOUT US AND OUR BIG HATS BUT LONG STORY SHORT WERE NAPOLEONS TOP COMMANDERS WHO FUCK SHIT UP FOR HIM

SO ONCE AGAIN VOTE FOR WHOEEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT WHETHER THATS THE BEST OR THE SEXIEST OR THE MOST PATHETIC

YOU CAN EVEN STUFF THE BALLOTS IF YOU WANT THE EMPEROR DID IT SO WHY NOT YOU

This is a public service announcement. Do not engage in vote manipulation. -Maréchal Soult

IVE DEFINITELY NOT FORGOTTEN ANYONE THIS TIME AND THERES NOBODY SNEAKING ONTO THE BALLOT!!!!

FEEL FREE TO POST PROPAGANDA OR ANTI PROPAGANDA WE WILL SHARE IT IF ITS FUNNY

ALSO DO SHARE THIS SO THAT WE CAN SEE WHO WINS THE PITY VOTE AND MAYBE PIT THEM AGAINST BERTHIER IN A CAGE FIGHT

WHERES GROUCHY

[cadmusfly]

Tag Yourself: Unabridged Shitty Drawing Marshal of the Empire Edition

Yes All 26 Of Them + Bonus 2

drawn and compiled by yours truly, initial and probably inaccurate research assisted by Chet Jean-Paul Tee, additional research from Napoleon and his Marshals by A G MacDonnell, Swords Around A Throne by John R Elting and a bunch of other books and Wikipedia pages

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mike (Michel Ney)

- full of every emotion

- always has ur back

joe (Joachim Murat)

- it's called fashion sweetheart

- will not stop flirting

lens (Jean Lannes)

- bestie who will call u out on ur shit

- does not like their photo taken

bessie (Jean-Baptiste Bessieres)

- actually nice under the ice

- was born in the wrong generation

dave (Louis-Nicolas Davout)

- overachiever

- 20 year old boomer

salt (Jean-de-Dieu Soult)

- people think ur up to no good

- doesn’t cope with sudden changes 2 plans

andrew (Andre Massena)

- actually up to no good

- sleepy until special interest is activated

bertie (Louis-Alexandre Berthier)

- carries the group project

- voted most likely to make a stalker shrine

auggie (Pierre Augereau)

- shady past full of batshit stories

- will not stop swearing in the christian minecraft server

lefrank (François Joseph Lefebvre)

- dad friend

- in my day we walked to school uphill both ways

big mac (Étienne Macdonald)

- brutally honest

- won't let you borrow their charger even if they have 100%

gill (Guillaume Brune)

- love-hate relationship with group chats

- pretends not to care, checks social media every 2 minutes

ouchie (Nicholas Oudinot)

- needs to buy bandages in bulk

- a little aggro

pony (Józef Antoni Poniatowski)

- can't swim

- tries 2 hard to fit in, everyone secretly loves them anyway

grumpy (Emmanuel de Grouchy)

- can't find them when u need them

- complains about the music, never suggests alternatives

bernie (Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte)

- always talks about their other friendship group

- most successful, nobody knows how

monty (Auguste de Marmont)

- does not save u a seat

- causes drama and then lurks in the background

monch (Bon-Adrien Jeannot de Moncey)

- last to leave the party

- dependable

morty (Édouard Mortier)

- everyone looks up 2 them literally and figuratively

- golden retriever friend

jordan (Jean-Baptiste Jourdan)

- volunteers other people for things

- has 20+ alarms but still oversleeps

kelly (François Christophe de Kellermann)

- old as balls but still got it

- waiting in the wings

gov (Laurent de Gouvion Saint-Cyr)

- infuriatingly modest about their art skills

- thinks too much before they speak

perry (Catherine-Dominique de Pérignon)

- low-key rich, only buys things on sale

- “let’s order pizza” solution to everything

sachet (Louis-Gabriel Suchet)

- dependable friend who always brings snacks

- lowkey keeps the group together

cereal (Jean-Mathieu-Philibert Sérurier)

- unnervingly methodical and precise about fun

- will delete your social media after u die

vic (Claude Victor-Perrin)

- loves spicy food but can’t handle it

- says they're fine, not actually fine

Bonus!

june (Jean Andoche Junot)

- chaotic disaster bisexual

- will kill a man 4 their bestie

the rock (Géraud Duroc)

- keeps a tidy house

- mom friend with snacks

[josefavomjaaga]

While several of his future colleagues were half-orphans or otherwise must have had a rather unhappy childhood, Auguste Frédéric Viesse de Marmont for once comes from a perfect background: only, dearly beloved son of a family of landed gentry. His father Nicolas-Edme had married the daughter of a wealthy Parisian civil servant, the spouses were very much in love with each other and would remain so throughout their lives. Auguste’s older sister died at the age of eight, and his parents doted on their surviving child all the more. His father in particular watched over everything, from Auguste’s first teeth to his education, and during his son's childhood illnesses, his father noted down every little thing in a diary (which still exists): Sweating, meals eaten, hoarseness and breathing and consistency of bowel movements.

Franck Favier in his book on Marmont cites a passage from this journal to show the timetable for young Auguste’s education:

Up at 7 a.m., then his prayers, cleaning his ears, washing his hands and mouth with a sponge, and all this within half an hour.

At half-past seven, practice of his violin.

At eight, breakfast; breakfast taking half an hour.

Recreation until 9 o'clock.

At 9 o'clock, ten verses by heart.

At half-past nine, first lesson in drawing circles and ovals.

At a quarter past ten, recreation until a quarter to eleven.

At a quarter to eleven, reading and hairdressing.

At half past eleven, geometry instruction until noon.

Recreation until half-past twelve and after his lunch until three-quarters past one.

At 2 o'clock, drawing instruction for heads…

(Translated from F. Favier, “Marmont. Le Maudit”)

Starting at the age of nine, there’s also a comprehensive physical training with running, jumping and marching. Papa Marmont hired teachers for his son’s early education before sending him to a collège where Auguste would befriend a rather unruly fellow student named Andoche Junot destined to become a lawyer, but already dreaming of soldiering and the glory of arms. A dream young Auguste soon shared. A little grumbling (he surely had not groomed this perfect son to see his talents wasted in the army!) Papa Marmont gave in to his son’s wishes, under the condition that Junior would join the artillery, where he at least had to use his head and even might learn a thing or two that would later prove useful outside the army, in real life… This new career path in the end led Marmont to meeting a certain Napoleon Bonaparte, in Dijon 1791.

Let’s fast-forward a little: Robespierre’s fall, Bonaparte imprisoned, Marmont and Junot planning to free him, Bonaparte in semi-disgrace, Papa Marmont feeding the trio, then 13 Vendémière, Marmont becoming aide-de-camp to general Bonaparte, following him to Italy…

It’s in autumn 1796 when Marmont, in triumph, brings to Paris some flags taken from the enemy. To mark the occasion, the ultra-rich Swiss banker Perrégaux gives a ball in his Paris residence, with the dashing young war hero at the centre of attention. Perrégaux’s daughter Hortense immediately falls in love. Hard.

Hortense (born in 1779) was yet another disciple of Madame Campan’s famous institute of future imperial brides, and a good friend of the other Hortense, Hortense de Berauharnais. (Call me biased all you want but there is a pattern there.) She was also intelligent, witty, strong-willed and her father's spoilt favourite. She proved this strength of will to her father, when the latter began to look for a husband for his daughter over the next few months (a husband who was not called "Marmont", obviously, because a simple soldier was not an appropriate match). Hortense however refused to even look at the candidates. In April 1797, she went so far as to lock herself up in her room for days … and of course she got her way in the end. By May 1797, Papa Perrégaux promised her she could have that nobody of a soldier if she insisted.

Marmont, as to him, had long returned to Italy and was blissfully unaware of the storm he had caused in one of the first families of Paris. As a matter of fact, in that same May 1797 Bonaparte gave him a furious telling-off, for Marmont had returned to headquarters twenty-four hours late. Twenty-four hours that he had apparently spent in the arms of some Venetian beauty. (In his memoirs Marmont claims that Napoleon in July of that year wanted to marry him to his sister Pauline, which seems to be an obvious lie as by the time Marmont claims the proposal was made, Pauline was already engaged to Leclerc.)

It’s only in April 1798 when Marmont and Mlle Perrégaux finally tie the knot. Of course, for Marmont these new family relations are a dream come true. His young wife brings him a million in dowry. Both spouses have beauty, wit and intelligence and are adored by tout Paris.

Difficulties start as soon as the young couple visits Marmont’s family estate in Châtillon-sur-Seine. Living in the province, with only a couple of old-fashioned landed gentry for company, clearly is not to Hortense’s likings. Particularly, as Marmont soon leaves her alone in this hillbilly family circle, in order to follow Napoleon to Egypt. Soon enough, Hortense returns to Paris and lives with her father again.

That’s where Marmont will find her on his return from Egypt, and for some time, all seems fine again (despite Papa and Maman Marmont being decidedly unhappy with that spoilt brat of a daughter-in-law). The couple moves into a house of their own, Marmont starts to show first signs of vanity and shows of his wealth in the style of a true nouveau riche, even somewhat alienating himself from his parents. Hortense, as to her, is often invited to Malmaison, much to Marmont’s chagrin – the new court forming there to him seems a bit too permissive in terms of morals. As a matter of fact, he even suspects the First Consul of having set his eyes on Madame Marmont!

Let’s fast-forward again as things start to turn ugly rather quickly in Marmont’s marriage: He has always been a favourite with the ladies, sees no reason to stop that, and his wife, not used to giving up on any of her whims, will soon start to have affairs of her own. Marmont suspects her of having affairs with Napoleon and with her father’s partner Laffitte.

On 10 December 1807, while Marmont is in Dalmatia, a boy named Jacques Alfred Valberg is born in Paris. Eight months later, an ADC of Marmont’s recognises him as his son, the mother in the papers being named as Marie Perdraux, living in rue de Hazard. - Considering that this boy will be the sole heir of Hortense Perregaux-Marmont’s fortune in 1857, certain suspicions may be allowed…

By the time Marmont receives his marshal’s baton, his marriage is long in shambles. And yet they can’t divorce, they are kept together by – money. Both have grown fond of luxury, both love to overspend, and Marmont’s family relations to the banker’s family are necessary for him to keeo up his life style. He has shares in many of his father-in-law’s business projects.

It’s only during the Restauration, when he has become the infamous »Duc de Raguse« that he will officially separate from his wife (but not divorce). She will live a couple of years longer than him, and it would be interesting to hear her thoughts on her husband’s famous memoirs. He does not treat her kindly in them.

[napoleonic-sexyman-tournament]

Friends, enemies, comrades, Jacobins, Monarchist, Bonapartists, gather round. We have an important announcement:

The continent is beset with war. A tenacious general from Corsica has ignited conflict from Madrid to Moscow and made ancient dynasties tremble. Depending on your particular political leanings, this is either the triumph of a great man out of the chaos of The Terror, a betrayal of the values of the French Revolution, or the rule of the greatest upstart tyrant since Caesar.

But, our grand tournament is here to ask the most important question: Now that the flower of European nobility is arrayed on the battlefield in the sexiest uniforms that European history has yet produced (or indeed, may ever produce), who is the most fuckable?

The bracket is here: full bracket and just quadrant I

Want to nominate someone from the Western Hemisphere who was involved in the ever so sexy dismantling of the Spanish empire? (or the Portuguese or French American colonies as well) You can do it here

The People have created this list of nominees:

France:

Jean Lannes

Josephine de Beauharnais

Thérésa Tallien

Jean-Andoche Junot

Joseph Fouché

Charles Maurice de Talleyrand

Joachim Murat

Michel Ney

Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte (Charles XIV of Sweden)

Louis-Francois Lejeune

Pierre Jacques Étienne Cambrinne

Napoleon I

Marshal Louis-Gabriel Suchet

Jacques de Trobriand

Jean de dieu soult.

François-Étienne-Christophe Kellermann

17.Louis Davout

Pauline Bonaparte, Duchess of Guastalla

Eugène de Beauharnais

Jean-Baptiste Bessières

Antoine-Jean Gros

Jérôme Bonaparte

Andrea Masséna

Antoine Charles Louis de Lasalle

Germaine de Staël

Thomas-Alexandre Dumas

René de Traviere (The Purple Mask)

Claude Victor Perrin

Laurent de Gouvion Saint-Cyr

François Joseph Lefebvre

Major Andre Cotard (Hornblower Series)

Edouard Mortier

Hippolyte Charles

Nicolas Charles Oudinot

Emmanuel de Grouchy

Pierre-Charles Villeneuve

Géraud Duroc

Georges Pontmercy (Les Mis)

Auguste Frédéric Louis Viesse de Marmont

Juliette Récamier

Bon-Adrien Jeannot de Moncey

Louis-Alexandre Berthier

Étienne Jacques-Joseph-Alexandre Macdonald

Jean-Mathieu-Philibert Sérurier

Catherine Dominique de Pérignon

Guillaume Marie-Anne Brune

Jean-Baptiste Jourdan

Charles-Pierre Augereau

Auguste François-Marie de Colbert-Chabanais

England:

Richard Sharpe (The Sharpe Series)

Tom Pullings (Master and Commander)

Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington

Jonathan Strange (Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell)

Captain Jack Aubrey (Aubrey/Maturin books)

Horatio Hornblower (the Hornblower Books)

William Laurence (The Temeraire Series)

Henry Paget, 1st Marquess of Anglesey

Beau Brummell

Emma, Lady Hamilton

Benjamin Bathurst

Horatio Nelson

Admiral Edward Pellew

Sir Philip Bowes Vere Broke

Sidney Smith

Percy Smythe, 6th Viscount Strangford

George IV

Capt. Anthony Trumbull (The Pride and the Passion)

Barbara Childe (An Infamous Army)

Doctor Maturin (Aubrey/Maturin books)

William Pitt the Younger

Robert Stewart, 2nd Marquess of Londonderry (Lord Castlereagh)

George Canning

Scotland:

Thomas Cochrane

Colquhoun Grant

Ireland:

Arthur O'Connor

Thomas Russell

Robert Emmet

Austria:

Klemens von Metternich

Friedrich Bianchi, Duke of Casalanza

Franz I/II

Archduke Karl

Marie Louise

Franz Grillparzer

Wilhelmine von Biron

Poland:

Wincenty Krasiński

Józef Antoni Poniatowski

Józef Zajączek

Maria Walewska

Władysław Franciszek Jabłonowski

Adam Jerzy Czartoryski

Antoni Amilkar Kosiński

Zofia Czartoryska-Zamoyska

Stanislaw Kurcyusz

Russia:

Alexander I Pavlovich

Alexander Andreevich Durov

Prince Andrei (War and Peace)

Pyotr Bagration

Mikhail Miloradovich

Levin August von Bennigsen

Pavel Stroganov

Empress Elizabeth Alexeievna

Karl Wilhelm von Toll

Dmitri Kuruta

Alexander Alexeevich Tuchkov

Barclay de Tolly

Fyodor Grigorevich Gogel

Ekaterina Pavlovna Bagration

Ippolit Kuragin (War and Peace)

Prussia:

Louise von Mecklenburg-Strelitz

Gebard von Blücher

Carl von Clausewitz

Frederick William III

Gerhard von Scharnhorst

Louis Ferdinand of Prussia

Friederike of Mecklenburg-Strelitz

Alexander von Humboldt

Dorothea von Biron

The Netherlands:

Ida St Elme

Wiliam, Prince of Orange

The Papal States:

Pius VII

Portugal:

João Severiano Maciel da Costa

Spain:

Juan Martín Díez

José de Palafox

Inês Bilbatua (Goya's Ghosts)

Haiti:

Alexandre Pétion

Sardinia:

Vittorio Emanuele I

Lombardy:

Alessandro Manzoni

Denmark:

Frederik VI

Sweden:

Gustav IV Adolph

[swiftgreatest]

August | Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

a/n: hii my peoplee!! how are you? this is the eddie roundtree one shot based on taylor song i talking about on one of my last notes, i hope u like. my requets are open!

inspired on taylor swift song August

words: 1.7k

tw: angst, heart breaking, eddie being stupid, it's not revised so grammatical mistakes

You and Eddie are a thing.

You and Eddie are a complicated thing.

Is complicated the right word? You're sure about this, in fact, in relation to Eddie, you never have sure about nothing. A relationship full of false hope and questions. But how do you get here?

Salt air and the rust on your door, I never needed anything more,

Whispers of: Are you sure?

Never have I ever before.

Eddie and you meet for the first time at an infamous party of Daisy on the Chateau Marmont, you know Daisy since her adventures in Strip and she never forgets you. You get a friendship with her, since that time you and her still partying together. After she joined The Six, the parties only increased and you were in all of them.

In one of these parties, Daisy shows you to one of her bandmates. Eddie Roundtree. You know his existence, but never noticed him since that night. What you didn't know is he had noticed you before, he got his eyes on you for a long time and he asked Daisy to introduce you.

On that night you talk the whole night, while the people round on the dance floor, you learn about each other, Eddie tells stories about his life, how he got his first guitar, stories of the band, past loves, his past life in Pittsburgh. And you tell your story too and confess your whole life to him.

Is a new thing for you, you never had opened up with a guy from "Strip" like you had with Eddie. You've a serious rule for "Sunset Strip" guys, you don't get them to come close to you, because you know most of them just want to get in your pants. But Eddie, oh he's different, he sounds different. He's like sapphires in the middle of false diamonds. .

But is he really so different from the others?

But I can see us lost in the memory,

August slipped away into a moment in time,

'Cause it was never mine,

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets,

August sipped away like a bottle of wine,

'Cause you were never mine.

Salt air, the weather was strange, but who cares about it? You and Eddie were together, so who cares? You were twisted in bedsheets, hidden from the world in your bedroom, just you and him. Everything makes sense now, it's all about that, share a bottle of wine, listen to Eddie play new songs to you.

Hiding is the most thing you did together. Hidden in parties, after shows, in your house, every place is a new place to hide. Eddie had a list of places you could stand together and act like a couple. For some reason, he didn't want the people to think that you are a couple. Especially his bandmates. No one in the band knew about you two.

You never questioned him about that, you thinking this is happing because you're not dating, so it's a good reason. It's a good reason? You make questions to yourself everyday about it, but it's Eddie! He's different and you have connection, making memories daily, you knew him, you belong to him and he belongs to you.

Your back beneath the Sun,

Wishing I could write my name on it,

Will you call when you're back at school?,

I remember thinking I had you.

For the first time, Eddie took you for the band house, nobody was there, but it's a good first step, isn't? You're together in the terrace, the sun shines on you and reflect to world, is a good felling in side, be with the person you love and should love you too.

You and Eddie was in your world when listen a voice echoed in the house.

"Hey everybody? Is someone there?" You recognize that voice. Is Camilla Dunne, Eddie's childhood friend. You're enchanted with her, she's so kind, sweet and beautiful and takes care of everyone around her, you fall for her and who wouldn't fall in love with her.

"Go to my bedroom" The bassist said and left you before you could say anything. Since you and Eddie had this "thing", you become too good to hide. In the midway for his bedroom you start thinking better, why Eddie wants to hide you from his friends? They're his family. What's the problem with you?

You heard the talk between them and felt a strong urge to go downstairs and introduce yourself to Camilla. It could be a new step for you and Roundtree, you stood in front of the ladder and went down a few steps. But before you could do something, Eddie shows up on the front of the stairs.

"Go back upstairs, she can't see you"

"Why not?"

Eddie takes a deep sigh "We will talk late" Liar. You know it's a lie, always when you come close to starting a fight he says "late" and it ends.

"No! I want to know right now! Why can't I talk with your friends?"

"What? Hell no! Of course you can talk to my friends, but Camilla is different"

" Why she's different? What's she mean to you?"

"Eddie, you've someone with you?" Camilla said and you can hear her footsteps coming closer.

"You need to come up, we'll talk later" He walked off leaving you on the stairs. It wasn't something new, Eddie leaving you in a pit of hope and disappointment. Hope that you would become something, that you would make plans for the future together, that you would be enough for him.

That day you had your big fight.

Remember when I pulled up and said: Get in the car

And then canceled my plans just in case you'd call?

Back when I was livin' for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all

Meet me behind the mall

"What asswhole! I'll kill that dickhead" Daisy said she's got furious after you tell your story with Roundtree for her.

"Please Daisy, don't make it worse than it is" You had your arms around your body trying to protect yourself from something you didn't know what it was.

Since what happened at The Six's house, you and Eddie have stopped talking to each other, no calls, no meetings, no hiding out at your house. After that fight you haven't spoken to each other. You tried several times, God knows you tried, going to their parties, calling his number. God damn it! You even asked Daisy to take you to one of the shows.

But nothing worked, you met him every time, but he didn't talk to you, in fact he didn't even look at you, it was as if you were nothing to him, as if you had never spoken those beautiful words to each other, exchanged secrets and kisses, it's like you're just a moment in time.

"You can't let him use you like this and just ignore you now, S/n!"

"He didn't use me Daisy! I was there because I wanted it, I wanted him. And I lost him"

"But he can't act like this with you, say nice words and gone, you need to talk with him. I'll fix it" Daisy walked away from you leaving you alone in the living room of her hotel room.

You're tired of fighting for something you aren't sure about anymore, making hopes for something that will never happen. Oh, how did you get here? Lies, dreams, delusions, insecurity coming from words that once made sense. You can't save something that doesn't belong to you.

Back when we were still changing for the better

Wanting was enough

For me, it was enough

To live for the hope of it all

Cancel plans just in case you'd call

And say: Meet me behind the mall,

So much for summer love and saying us

You had forgotten how good Daisy's parties could be since getting involved with the bass player from the Six's, it was something that changed your days for a moment and made you realize how fast life can change.

Falling in love and breaking up was something new for you. Dealing with disappointment and embarrassment was something you needed to learn.

"Why did you tell her? I thought we had fixed it out" Your thoughts were interrupted by Roundtree.

"Fixed what? I don't remember that we had a talk. We don't had nothing"

"That fight means a lot, don't you think so?"

"What I think? You care about what I think? Or is it just another lie?" You took all your courage and aren't coming back now. "Don't lie anymore, I know I didn't mean nothing to you"

"I always cared about you, it was a good time. I really enjoyed being with you."

"But not enough to make us something real, right? He stared at you in silence, you were quiet with your thoughts for a long time but now it would be different. "What are you running from, what are you so afraid of?"

"I know it is late to try to fix it, but I will be honest with you" For the first time in a long time he looks deep into your eyes and you've slips of past memories "There's another person…"

Oh of course it is, someone else, someone better, someone enough for him. It hurts you and for a few minutes you feel down, as if you were sinking in a drilled boat and water was in your lungs.

You get all the courage left inside you and ask "Who?" Eddie didn't answer. He never answered your question, in fact he didn't need to, his eyes following the black-haired woman dancing on the dance floor with her husband the Six's frontman said it all. She was the reason. And how could you never imagine this? The two of them grew up together and God! She was perfect, how could you look at her and not be on your knees for her in the same minute, it's impossible.

And in this moment you realize that you never could lose Eddie, because he never is yours to lose.

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

You weren't mine to lose, oh

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I'm Geraud Christophe Michel Duroc, but call me just Duroc!

I was one of Napoleon's loyal generals, and his ex Marechal Du Palace! he told me about this site, so, i'm here to answer any correspondence i might have!

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Jean-Baptiste Bessieres, his husband, who speak in a more serious and greenish way, and who i share with @your-dandy-king!

The Emperor Himself, who speaks in a bold and cursive way, and is currenly very into beekeping.

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Little Helene! Who likes Kiwby!))

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