#and relationship with Claude………..

[reread-project]

okay so wmmap only had like what??? 125 chapters and so I did managed to get through it…! most importantly…..! I managed to focus and DO IT. Hehhehe. I did ask managed to write a bit of what chapters r what is happening and the lil arcs but lol stopped around chp26 so I def need to go back and reread and heh I do want to….! I liked the beginning and the rest and up to the amnesia arc too. it felt a bit hmmmm at when he feel to coma — like it’s good, but felt insane plot? like I had to spend a lot of disbelief ahaha…! and I have a lot of Hmmms about how the ended the whole arc about ana :/ like okayyyy. it felt like everything tied up way too easily, even like. alpheus & jen’s whole relationship…. it’s Fine…. I would have liked more complexity there I Gusss. I have my grievances but whatverrrr and did feel eh okay about claude & athy in final but LOL. I enjoyed them more before…. I can’t really point why like I am :))) nice they got their happy ending and character development I gusss….! I do really like the romance being open ended tho it’s not really……? it’s obvy ijekiel doesn’t have any real chance lol but yeahhhhh. also SHORT HAIRED ATHYYYY

[thoughtkick]

You love differently when you know God.

Malanda Jean Claude

[perfeqt]

You love differently when you know God.

Malanda Jean Claude

[peppersmert]

I love watching movies with you @waggon98

[perfectquote]

I want to fight, scratch it off, start again, because I start to see and understand.

Claude Monet

[salem-sapiens]

Some more mama Claude, this one a bit more clement to Quasimodo (and a bit less to Frollo).

And also Frollo being the usual drama queen that he is.

I wonder how he managed to keep Quasi for 20 years...

[surqrised]

I want to fight, scratch it off, start again, because I start to see and understand.

Claude Monet

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hiiiii …. I am a freak for ur Frollo x readers … age gap 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 Pls u are so talented, please never stop writing. I wish nothing but the best for you! ^_^

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Frollo in a relationship~Age gap

Frollo x fem!reader

warning : age gap (Frollo is in his 50s, reader in her 20s), kissing, obsession, religion fanatic, Frollo is Frollo

info : Thank you so much dear anon, nice that our freaks match up especially when it comes to Frollo. This disgusting, sweet, sexy judge is simply irresistible. Your words mean so much to me thank you...I hope you like this little extra here and I'm glad you like my writting so much ;)

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He was a man of the public eye and had to leave his estate for every festival and get out of the carriage to present himself to the masses.

It was an activity of his profession that he despised with every fibre of his body, even in court when he used the gavel to get some peace and quiet and pronounce his judgement he felt only partially comfortable.

The miserable pleading and weeping, the protestations of innocence...no one was innocent, no one in this sin-ridden city could be innocent.

No one but himself and she, the blossoming Paris, a blossoming woman worthy of his gaze and recognition, ,,Paris blossoms anew every day because he has taken care of you, my lady" he had once complimented her after he had intercepted her from the church.

She was innocent, so innocent that she averted her eyes, looking down to the ground in embarrassment, ,,It is your righteous actions Judge Frollo that keep us...and me safe" she replied and he offered her a hand to help her down the steps.

The dress a dark purple, a shade of his favourite colours, she had to know, had to wear it especially to get his attention.

Ever since they had met at Notre Dame, ever since he had seen her devotion and kindness, especially to a man of his rank and age, he was sure it was God's reward.

A life seemed to lie between them, he had seen times of loathing and disgust when she didn't even seem to walk this earth, but she was in her flower.

It was she who was completely delighted and kissed by life, a beauty, gentleness, softness, an innocence that still lingered, an unopened bud that turned towards the sun of his gaze.

He was her sun and her moon, he was her judge and fascinator, he would be her future, her husband and captor and he knew she had no choice.

Such a beautiful single young woman, no mother, siblings or relatives, her father fallen in a war, ,,I will personally take care of your protection, in my prayers by day and by night" he assured her again and again.

The payments for her small flat were a minor matter, a matter for which she only had to accompany him when he requested it, to the finest tailors, painters and blacksmiths.

She held on to his arm so as not to fall through the uneven ground, feeling her soft breast press against his arm every now and then, ,,It is God's providence and my legal enforcement that I take special care of my protégés...a flower like you should not suffer" he took away her fear that she was taking advantage of him or even insulting him when she showed herself with him

She was a young single woman and he was the judge of the city, a man almost three times her age, yet he treated her like a princess in the poems.

Why would he lie?

Why would a man of his goodness lie?

Frollo only seemed to want the best for her and the image of him seemed to blur more and more in her thoughts, nights and dreams.

An acquaintance, a friend, a father figure or a brother, a saint, her personal judge and at the end of the summer he had become her husband under the ringing bells of Notre Dame, he had made her his.

When his lips were able to kiss her end, the life of sin and lust seemed to have penetrated him.

His age, the weight of his life washed away by the sight of her, evaporated with the words, ,,My wife" as he was granted the right of God to desire her.

He now had every right to desire her publicly in front of all others and in his estate where he would bring this beauty.

It would be a sin to share her innocence and beauty with others, ,,By accepting the ring you have become mine" he reminded her as he opened the bedroom door.

But in the flickering of the candles, the moon shining through the windows, nothing mattered between them, how could a man resist such innocence?

To see her lying in the bed surrounded by pillows and blankets, an innocence as the blood stained her that night...as it was not her husband who bedded her but the devil who took her to get her innocence for himself.

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@spamtonsjc , @angelfromacostumestore , @lovelycemeterymistress

[thehopefulquotes]

I want to fight, scratch it off, start again, because I start to see and understand.

Claude Monet

[bugfayce]

Haiiiiii oc art dump

Been thinking abt these guys a lot recently

[channnel]

One of my personal headcanon that has been in my head for months is that- If Buck stayed to father Alan, James wouldn't be born.

[quotefeeling]

You love differently when you know God.

Malanda Jean Claude

[thoughtkick]

What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.

Claude Monet

[resqectable]

I want to fight, scratch it off, start again, because I start to see and understand.

Claude Monet

[perfectfeelings]

You love differently when you know God.

Malanda Jean Claude

[perfectquote]

You love differently when you know God.

Malanda Jean Claude