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#;; Laurent St Pierre
lefebvre-emilia · 11 months
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Name: My Other Brother
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Text: I still can't believe this cutie has your DNA.
Last Text Sent: Emilia: When are the three of you coming for dinner? Emilia: I need Leyla's help with a couple things. Emilia: And I miss your face.
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emilia--lefebvre · 2 years
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If you can’t fight, then I will fight them for you.
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leylayilmazx · 29 days
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@laurent--stpierre
"Hey... Stop."
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"It came out wrong, and I'm sorry. I really am. It's not what I meant and just... Sorry?"
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etiennecanet · 1 year
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Text || Laurent & Étienne
Étienne: So, I've met Leyla today. She seems... Not what you usually go for?
Étienne: But if you're happy - that's all that matters.
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msmelissalin · 1 year
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Texting 📲 Laurent
Melissa: Hello French Fry.
Melissa: It's a shame you were a disappointment.
Melissa: Never been a fan of French food.
Melissa: But you look quite edible.
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amaroadriana · 1 year
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As the fight ended, brutally at that, with little nerves left, Adriana turned her attention to her sister.
Even though she had stopped it, even though she didn’t allow it to get to the tragic end - for Adriana it was still a little too late.
“Did this one go exactly as you wanted?” 
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lararutherford · 2 years
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@Laurent. [text]
Lara: I'm in Launceston.
Lara: Meet me at Montmartre Hotel. Tuesday.
Lara: We need to talk.
Laurent: [read]
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elainahalevyx · 2 years
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“Why are you in a mood?” It was a very good thing not to come to this event sober. At least it made it feel a little better, a little more exciting. Or at least bearable. “You’re pretty to look at, but that crease on your forehead makes me worried.” 
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canetetienne · 3 days
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@laurent--stpierre
"I hear congratulations are in order." He caught onto the man, the one few moments he was free. "A father, a soon to be husband. I've always told you, you're going to get it all." He understood the times that the other dismissed the possibility; many of them did, Étienne included.
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maria-azenha · 4 days
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Where: Berkeley Manor Who: @laurent--stpierre
Maria had always liked Laurent. It was never a dull moment with him around and she could appreciate that.
The Vixen saunters up to his side. "How is your ego handling having to share the award with a Rutherford?" She didn't hide any disgust in her tone when she uttered the last word. "Congrats on biggest drug addict. I don't think any of us are surprised."
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amescastaignede · 8 months
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Type: Reaction / Mini-Self Para.
Mentions: @laurent--stpierre
Amélie stood alone, a glass of prosecco in her hand. The room had been filled with laughter, and while she stood far from it, she could appreciate the coming together of family and friends. Scanning the room slowly, storing away small things, as all writers did for future use. However, that all changed in a heartbeat when her gaze caught on a figure who just walked through the door.
Laurent St. Pierre.
Tall and impeccably dressed, he exuded an air of confidence that drew eyes everywhere he went. To most, he was just another good-looking, well-off gentleman from France. They didn't see the mobster. They didn't see people laying dead across the city they called home. No, of course not. The media censored that kind of stuff, she'd know.
To Amélie, he was a living embodiment of her shattered family and the web of secrecy that had consumed her brother. She held all the French accountable, and there was something so achingly hateful about the thoughts she felt towards him, no matter how many times she tried to pray for forgiveness for those thoughts.
They still clouded her every day.
Laurent St. Pierre was a figure in the French Organization. She knew of him. But she quickly realized she didn't know all that much about him, or any of them, for that matter. One of the reasons she'd been struggling to get anything on them at all was because they were masters of their craft. Never a single thing left. Like they were freaking ghosts. Amélie's brother, Mathis, had been enticed by the promise of power and wealth. She was sure of it. Money or drugs were the biggest causes for people to live this kind of life. And as far as she'd been aware, he'd needed neither.
He'd never been without. Mathis had lived a comfortable life. So why? Why him? And why did he leave her — the question that haunted her more than she'd ever be willing to admit? Leaving their close-knit family behind to join the ranks of the criminal organization. It had torn their family apart, leaving wounds that had never fully healed.
Amélie's hands clenched around the delicate stem of her flute as she watched Laurent move through the crowd, her eye also catching Leyla as she entered. Another shock flashed across her features. She was aware of the couple, but still...this was unexpected. Her heart raced, a mix of anger, fear, and resentment bubbling up within her. How could her brother have abandoned them for this life? How could he have chosen to be a part of something so vile?
Amélie tore her gaze away, breath catching in her throat. It felt like she couldn't breathe, that all her air was being stolen from her chest. She'd been here so many times, and each time, it made her feel weak. She didn't want to hate anyone, but sometimes it was hard not to. Needing a moment to compose herself and gather her thoughts, she turned on her heel. Stepping away from the crowd until she found herself on a balcony overlooking Haringey.
Not much of a sight, she thought.
The night breeze whispered through her hair, and Amélie closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady herself. She could feel her anger and hatred burning within her, a fire that had been fueled by years of pain and betrayal. But she also knew that facing Laurent in her current state would only bring emotions she wasn't sure she was ready to handle and sort through just yet.
Before she even knew what she was doing, her phone rang until a voice broke through her reverie, soft yet firm. "Amélie." and she relaxed fully. Kipper. Because sometimes, every girl just needed their gay best friend.
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lefebvre-emilia · 11 months
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Text | Emilia & Laurent
Emilia: Burn them to the ground.
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mrofontaine · 1 year
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Olivier 📲 Laurent
Olivier: WELL DONE, BRO.
Olivier: I'll be back in like 2 days if you wanna grab a drink to celebrate. Been too long.
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leylayilmazx · 1 year
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Leylayilmaz: Grateful for all the adventures, grateful for all the support, and grateful for all the growth. Most of all grateful for you. 💕 @laurent--stpierre
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etiennecanet · 2 years
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“Guess what?”
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msmelissalin · 8 months
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FOR: @laurent--stpierre​
WHEN: 1st of August, 2023.
WHERE: The Venue.
The club's dimly lit interior vibrated with an electric energy, enveloping the crowd in a mesmerizing dance to the pulsating beats of the music, creating an atmosphere that could only be described as a full-blown rave. Streaks of colorful lights flickered and danced across the walls, enhancing the euphoric ambiance.
Amidst the sea of bodies, she had her eyes fixed on one man in particular, Laurent St. Pierre. With a nod and a cunning glint in her eyes, she signaled to Benjamin, always was eager to please.
"See that guy? Get him over here. Now," she whispered with a hint of urgency, her fingers snapping with an air of command. A sly smirk spread across her lips as she flashed her teeth in a wicked grin. ‘’Oh this will be fun.’’
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