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MnK: Supermassive Blackhole (Nanao x Kuon)Supermassive BlackholeMnK: Supermassive Blackhole (Nanao x Kuon) by seerstella
Seer M. Anno
Ooh, baby, don’t you know I suffer?
Nanao watched, from a distance. Always from a distance, but it was enough.
He watched as Aikawa went out with that girl, swallowed as he realised that his fears were confirmed. That girl had a nice smile. She was beautiful. She had those poofy chestnut curls, and Aikawa’s hair almost matched hers. She was, indeed, a real cutie. Aikawa’s friends were right. Worst of all, she fit Aikawa like a glove.
Damn it, Nanao!, his mind screamed, she has what you don't have!
Nanao flinched, his back hit the car seat gently. His own mind screaming made him shudder. He continued to watch the two lovebirds—the word made him flinch again—chatted on the sidewalk. He felt as if his heart were getting heavier with each word they said, even though he couldn’t hear them.
He wanted to cry, he really did. But it was embarrassing for him, a man, out from his teens already, to
Tintin in Montmartre Chapter13CHAPTER 13Tintin in Montmartre Chapter13 by LadyKeane
SHOWDOWN WITH ALLAN
When Tintin came round, the first thing that hit him was the overpowering stench of cigar smoke. He was immobilised by strong rope tied firmly and tightly around his body. The room was dim, but doing his best to pull himself out of oblivion, he could discern the voices of a group of men stationed behind him. An exchange of vulgar chatter was interrupted by the entrance of Allan.
"I just phoned the boss. He wants us to sell the painting to our good friend Andy when we pass along the merchandise. Apparently, we'll fetch a nice little sum for it. Much more than what we'd get for it on the black market."
"Fruity little pin-up, isn't it?" One of them slurred. "That Haddock fella's gotta be a faggot."
Allan let rip with a cruel, guttural laugh. "Buddy, you don't know the half of it. Back on the Karaboudjan, I kept him totally underfoot on a string of whiskey and rent-boys. Ain't no doubt that the boy nuisance is his latest plaything. I tell ya, I'd love to see
Tintin in Montmartre Chapter12CHAPTER 12Tintin in Montmartre Chapter12 by LadyKeane
LAMB AND WOLF
A motley flock of artists, critics and fabulously dressed socialites scuttled across the foyer of a small Montmartre gallery, all of them chatting and twisting their expressions into lurid displays of intellect. It was the premiere exhibition of a fresh new face, a country-boy artist who (according to the talk of the town) was to bring a fresh, down-to-earth brilliance into the art world.
Haddock fiddled with the buttons on his suit nervously, disallowing himself the comfort of a stiff drink. Tingblad and Long flanked him like page boys, and unfortunately insisted on making him talk with every last one of these hoity-toity "beautiful people". He tried not to think about the likelihood of said folk responding to his soon-to-be-unveiled paintings with sheer loathing.
"Doctor Liu!" Tarragon threw his arms out to greet the little man, who had just passed through the front doors. "How good to see you here! Just where have you been hiding yourself lately?"
Tintin in Montmartre Chapter11CHAPTER 11Tintin in Montmartre Chapter11 by LadyKeane
BUSINESS ABOUT PARIS
Since visiting New York to have his talk with Rastapopolous, Rutherford had decided to take no risks in travelling. The crime lord had advised him to be inconspicuous, and it would not suit a newly appointed Ambassador to be jetsetting around the world in his hunt for the rebel reporter. The double agent which Rastapopolous had lent him had already been dispatched to France, but to devise a strategy, Rutherford had to call the man up to Brussels.
Icy pellets of rain plummeted upon the darkened streets of the Belgian capitol. A little man in a thick grey coat entered the Ambassador's office, still hunched over from the cold outside.
"Mr. Rutherford," he greeted testily, "I have come up here in good faith, having missed a very important engagement back in Paris."
"Trust me, it will be worth your while, Mr. Long. Please, sit down."
The man called Mr. Long settled himself opposite the Ambassador and looked at him expectantly.
"Now, I'm sure Rastap
Tintin in Montmartre Chapter10CHAPTER TENTintin in Montmartre Chapter10 by LadyKeane
The only sounds that reached the banks of the Seine were the crickets chirping and the distant echo of the odd automobile. The lampposts bore gentle orbs of light, and the water glistened softly underneath the city skyline.
"J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde
Je me ferais tendre en blonde
Si tu me le demandais
J'irais decrocher la lune
J'irais voler le fortune
Si tu me le demandais!" Tintin sang blithely.
He'd had more champagne since recovering from his fall. Haddock thought he needed some fresh air, so he excused the two of them from the hotel and brought his staggering hide down to the river.
He leant heavily upon Haddock's arm. The Captain was strangely untroubled by his friend's inebriation, instead focusing on the pleasing serenity of the night.
"It's so beautiful out here," Tintin sighed, mirroring the man's thoughts.
"Isn't it?" He concurred soothingly.
"And there has been something in the air tonight, Archie," the young man elaborated, with grand gestures. "S