pedrusi asked: hey can we post stories in spanish?

of course! 

Us-Cesc Fabregas

VCR - A Sergio Ramos story

Not A Runaway (Chapter 1)

Anonymous asked: where is part 3 of mind games? its not on the list.

here!

same as before; it wasn’t tagged. all fixed now! 

whatmakesyoubeautifall1moretime asked: where's part 5 to talking to the moon?

here ya go!

it wasn’t tagged before (whoops), but now it’s fixed :) 

Anonymous asked: I submitted a sergio ramos story the other day, did you get it?

yup! it’s in the queue now and should be posted sometime today 

Title: Je Ne Sais Pas

Featuring: Yoann Gourcuff

Summary: Elle, the half-French cousin of Samir Nasri, had always been that shy girl who moved around a lot because of her British diplomat father. But once upon a Parisian summer day, in Musée d’Orsay…

Chapter Nine: Deja vu Blues

Elle remembered seeing Parade de Cirque in the Met when she was in high school. Even though she was never a big fan of Seurat, the Circus that she had seen in Musée d’Orsay was so much more lively and captivating.

“Did you know that Seurat believed that an artist was like a musician? He thought that by using a mixture of color, a painter could create harmony. Naturally, composers would use counterpoint and variation to create harmony too. Just like music theory, there’s actually this thing called color theory…”

Elle paused.

“I’m sorry,” she turned to her companion, “I’m rambling again.”

Nate laughed at her flustered reaction, shaking his head, assuring her that it was fine. She was mesmerized by the art works, as he was captivated by her. Every single reaction she gave to him was always perfect to Nate.

“Elle, I remember that you said that you liked Monet. I checked the collection list last night; there’s a Monet painting on level three. I think it’s called ‘Water-Lilies.’ Let’s go there.”

Hiding her weariness, Elle smiled and nodded. She was still fond of the French impressionist, but after the conversation with Yoann just last night…

“Monet painted about 250 oil paintings of water lilies at the end of his life,” Elle told Nate and paused, adding solemnly, “I think what makes them really special is that he suffered cataracts while painting them. It’s tragic that happened to him. Only the best suffered… Beethoven lost his hearing, Matisse suffered arthritis…”

“250 paintings?” Nate repeated, “That’s so many!”

“Well,” Elle hummed, “he was one of the best.”

Once arriving in front of the water lilies painting, Elle noticed that she was holding her breath. She remembered seeing Reflections of Clouds on the Water-Lily Pond in MoMA, but for some reason, standing there in front of the warm glow of the sea-rose lilies was a whole new experience.

“I think Monet really is my favorite artist,” Elle confessed to no one but herself.

“He really is amazing,” Nate nodded, “250 paintings… of just water lilies…”

“Elle?” a voice interrupted her daze.

If déjà vu needed an example situation, this was best fit to be so.

Nate and Elle turned around, the former only realizing who it was from TV. Elle already knew, just by the single syllable of her name, that it was him.

Yoann stood just a yard away from the pair. He knew that it was Elle from her short figure and waves of subtle brunette hair, but he didn’t recognize the man next to her.

“Yoann Gourcuff?!” Nate muttered, surprised.

“Yoann,” Elle’s eyes widened, “what are you doing here?”……

READ THE REST OF CHAPTER NINE ET MORE AT: http://yoann-et-elle.tumblr.com/ :)))

Anonymous asked: What's up guys? Not much active lately, eh?

Hi there! 

Meh, I know what you mean. We’re still here but we’ve been getting more questions about stories than actual stories lately. But I’m in the midst of setting up a pretty nice queue from the submissions that we /did/ receive, so be expecting some nice stories in the near future! :)

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