#anatomy of a fall hot lawyer

[gonzofromspace]

when are the tiktok editors gonna edit swann arlaud to too sweet by hozier plz n thank you

#swann arlaud #vincent renzi #anatomy of a fall #how i became a superhero #save me swann arlaud save me #anatomy of a fall hot lawyer #hozier

[cryptiqish]

“white boy of the month is a middle aged french leftist catboy” feels like one of you guys made it up but no. here we are

#swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #Hot Lawyer might be the love of my life tbf

[likethepoetssay]

sharing is caring so here are some links i've found to swann's short films and others in case anyone's interested:

Crawl (2012) 95' has subtitles but are delayed (i downloaded them from a page that recognizes youtube subtitles and turns them into an srt file, also downloaded the film then watched it with the VLC player adding the srt file)

Nous sommes tous des êtres penchés... (2013) 27' it's also available on vimeo with better quality but no subs

GROS CHAGRIN (2017) 15'

Un beau voyou (2018) 101'

Exfiltrés (2019) 99'

Perdrix (2019) 96'

that's it enjoy!

#swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #perdrix #filmography #short film #film #the bare necessity #hot lawyer brainrot its real #crawl 2012 #un beau voyou #exfiltrés #gros chagrin #nous sommes tous des êtres penchés

[robattinsonn]

i've been obsessing over anatomy of a fall for quite a while now and i seriously can't believe there's no one writing a fic of the hot lawyer and sandra. i expected more of the ao3 community 😭

#anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #swann arlaud #sandra huller #hot lawyer #sandra voyter #vincent renzi #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfic

[romanroycoo]

After The Fall - Vincent Renzi x Reader

Swann Arlaud in Anatomy of a Fall, similar plotline, son doesn't exist neither does Snoop (sadly).

Summary: After the trial of the death of your husband, you struggle to come to terms with this new life and the trauma of what has happened before. Vincent Renzi, however, becomes your comfort, staying beside you the whole time. A friends to lovers fanfiction

CW: Angst, fluff, obvious flirting, reader is depressed, grief, hurt and comfort, mentions of death, ex-husband was abusive - no mentions of it in this chapter.

Chapter one - Bathroom floor.

It had only been a few days since the trial had ended and you were freed from the question of murder. However, mentally, things had not seemed to get any brighter, your mind was in pieces, a sadness plagued your body day in and day out. And you had no one to call. 

Except Vincent.

You know you could depend on him for anything, hell, he saved your life technically. You needed him, not only as a lawyer, but as a friend. So when you were sitting on the floor of your bathroom, in this awfully empty house, crying desperately from the weight of the last few weeks of your life, you decided to call him.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Curiosity was clear in his voice. You realise you missed this voice.

“Vincent..Hi, uhm i'm sorry to call you but uh..” Tears were still heavy on your cheeks and you struggled to get the words out. Asking for help wasn't your forte.

“No, no its fine dont worry. Is there something wrong? You sound-”

“Upset? Yeah. I can't seem to stop. I should be happy now the trial is over.” You laugh. “But, i just cant seem to be that.”

“You've been through so much, Y/n.” His voice is soft and warming.

There was a silence on the line through a few seconds, sad but not uncomfortable. You didnt know what to say, it was always like that around him. You were weirdly nervous, probably just the long time of not seeing each other, right?

“Could you co-”

“Yeah, i'll be there soon.” He says before you can even finish the question.

*****************************

It was late afternoon when he got there, letting himself in, it was a familiar arrangement by now.

You watched as the door glides open and he peers down at you, sat with your knees to your chest, leaning against the bath wall. 

“Hey.” You made a sad smile at him before he sat next to you automatically.

His head turned and his saddened gaze met yours. “Hey.”

Your eyes were already welling with tears again before you placed your head onto his shoulder, leaning into him. He shifted to make it more comfortable before wrapping his arm around you and placing his hand on your knee. You needed this hug so much, it had been so long since you felt the warmth of someone else near you like this. 

It felt like you could truly cry forever, and you hoped that he would stay, through it all, holding you like this and you didnt know why.

“Ive lost everything. Everyone. I dont know what to do or where to start again. Im such a mess.” You muffle into his side. “Ive never felt like this before.”

He stares for a while, understanding and listening to your pain. He hated seeing you like this and he wish he could take it away in an instant.

“You havent lost me, okay? And you just need some time. Ease back into things. Dont force yourself Y/n.”

You nod before sitting back up and looking at him, smiling assuringly and sorrowfully. Then as if nothing, you felt the pad of his thumb grace against your cheek, softly wiping away the tears staining your face. This house didn't feel so empty anymore.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ff #swann arlaud #justine triet #sandra huller #anatomy of a fall #messi the dog #Vincent Renzi #vincent #hot lawyer #anatomyofafall #vincentrenzifanfiction #swannarlaudfanfiction #swannarlaud #fluffandangst #fluff and angst #hurt/comfort #wattpad #wattpad fanfiction #hot lawyer from anatomy of a fall #y/n #Swann Arlaud x reader #Vincent Renzi x Reader

[rxgirlie]

The Verdict- Chapter One

Pairing: Vincent Renzi x OFC

Warnings: None (as of now)

A/N: I have eleven chapters of this written so far but a slew of changes to make and things to add. In order to not burn myself out, I won’t be posting this on any sort of schedule. None of this has been beta’d and I’m posting in the midst of a covid fever dream so if there’s any mistakes, simply ignore them.

The morning fog hung low over Paris, a delicate shroud that veiled the city in mystery and whispered of stories untold. Among the ancient streets and grand boulevards, a tale was about to unfold—one that would intertwine the lives of two distinctly different souls.

In the heart of the city, Vincent Renzi stood before the towering edifice of the Palais de Justice. His silhouette, a solitary figure against the sprawling architecture, was a testament to the weight he carried. At forty, Vincent had the kind of presence that commanded attention—not just for his refined appearance, but for the intensity that simmered beneath his calm exterior. Today, that intensity was sharper, fueled by the stakes of the case that awaited him inside.

Vincent was not merely a lawyer; he was a defender of justice, a role he embraced with unwavering dedication. The case he was about to undertake was personal, representing his friend Sandra, who had been caught in a nightmare she claimed was a fabrication. Accused of a crime as sensational as it was tragic—pushing her husband out of a window—Sandra's innocence was a truth Vincent held unshakeable.

As he made his way through the corridors of justice, Vincent's thoughts were on the battle ahead. The case was complex, tangled in a web of evidence and emotion, and it demanded not just legal expertise but a deep understanding of human nature. It was a challenge Vincent was ready to face, driven by a conviction that the law, in its purest form, was about protecting the innocent and uncovering the truth.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, an ambitious American lawyer was preparing for a journey that would change the course of her career. With a keen interest in international law and a hunger for experience beyond the confines of American courtrooms, she viewed the opportunity to shadow a French lawyer as a doorway to a new world. Little did she know, her path would lead her to Vincent Renzi, and together, they would embark on a journey that would blur the lines between professional collaboration and personal connection.

Paris awaited her with its charm and challenges, a city ripe with history and alive with the promise of adventure. As she packed her bags, she imagined the streets she would walk, the cases she would explore, and the people she would meet. Among those imagined faces was Vincent's, a partner in law she had yet to meet but whose reputation had preceded him.

The stage was set, the players drawn to their marks by fate and ambition. As the American lawyer's plane touched down on French soil, the first chapter of their story began to write itself, against the backdrop of Paris and the looming majesty of the French Alps. Little did they know, their encounter would be a confluence of minds and hearts, a trial of their beliefs and convictions, and a testament to the unexpected paths life can take.

____________________________________________

The chambers of Vincent Renzi were a world apart from the skyscrapers and modern glass facades that the American lawyer, Leah Bardin, was accustomed to. Nestled in a historic building whose stones whispered tales of centuries past, the office was a reflection of Paris itself—timeless, elegant, and steeped in stories waiting to be told.

Leah stepped inside, her senses immediately enveloped by the rich aroma of aged books and the subtle hint of espresso—a stark contrast to the sterile bustle of her New York firm. She was greeted by walls lined with volumes of legal tomes, certificates of commendation, and an array of photographs capturing moments of triumph and camaraderie.

At the heart of this sanctuary stood Vincent, his back to the door, engrossed in a mountain of case files that sprawled across his desk. The morning light streamed through the window, casting him in a silhouette that accentuated the deliberation in his posture.

Hearing the soft click of the door, Vincent turned, his gaze meeting Leah’s for the first time. In that moment, an unspoken assessment passed between them—a lawyer's instinctive evaluation of an opponent, colleague, and unknown entity all at once.

"Mademoiselle Bardin, I presume?" Vincent's voice broke the silence, his English tinged with the melodious accent of his homeland.

Leah extended her hand, the firmness of her grip belying the flutter of anticipation she felt. "Leah Bardin. It's an honor to meet you, Monsieur Renzi."

Vincent's study of Leah was brief but thorough. Despite his initial reservations about allowing an American lawyer to shadow him, he couldn't deny the determination that shone in her eyes. It was a look he recognized—a reflection of his own passion for the law.

"Please, call me Vincent. 'Monsieur Renzi' makes me feel like one of those ancient tomes on the shelf," he said, a hint of humor softening his features. "I understand you're here to learn about international law, but I must warn you, the case we're embarking on is not for the faint of heart."

Leah’s response was immediate, her resolve clear. "I didn't come all this way for an easy lesson. I'm here to learn, to contribute in any way I can."

Vincent regarded her for a moment longer, then nodded, the initial barrier of formality giving way to a burgeoning respect. "Very well. Let's get to work."

As they delved into the details of Sandra's case, Vincent was surprised by Leah’s insightful questions and her quick grasp of the complexities involved. Leah, in turn, was captivated by Vincent's depth of knowledge and his passionate advocacy for his friend.

Their first meeting, initially marked by caution, evolved into a dynamic exchange of ideas and theories. It was clear that despite their different backgrounds, they shared a common dedication to justice. As the day wore on, the foundation of an unexpected alliance was laid, their mutual respect a testament to the potential of their collaboration.

As Leah left Vincent's office that evening, the streets of Paris bathed in the golden hue of sunset, she felt an exhilarating sense of purpose. And for Vincent, watching her silhouette disappear into the maze of the city, there was an acknowledgment, however grudging, that Leah Bardin might just be the ally he needed in the battle ahead.

#vincent renzi fanfiction #vincent renzi x original female character #vincent renzi #anatomy of a fall vincent #vincent renzi fic #the verdict #hot lawyer save me

[venuscribble]

Vincent fic is up!! try not to judge me too hard on all accounts teehee

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53121751

hope at least one of u enjoys lol. Maybe my nichest fic EVER!!

#anatomy of a fall #swann arlaud #woah there this is so embarrasing 2 be posting #i wont post the fic yet since a lot of ppl use tumblr for reviews and i dont wanna drop a cringe fic into that yet aheh.. #hot lawyer

[ageofeycte]

Trying something diff :)) Vincent really was THE devil's advocate (although the only thing Sandra was guilty of, is girlbossing to close to the sun)

#swann arlaud #my vid edit #anatomy of a fall #actor #vincent renzi #hot lawyer #anatomie d'une chute #hope the girlies like this lol

[callme-darling]

Scenario inspired from the tag on your last anon: becoming a menace to the town and causing minor inconveniences just so you could see the lawyer again 😂😂😂

no bc lets be for real. it would be so much fun.

i can see it: you’re young (at least compared to the average age demographic of the town lmao) and not to mention bored. the first time you had gotten in trouble was entirely an accident—how were you supposed to know that the farmer moved his cattle to a different pasture while his fence got mended? and how were you supposed to know you were technically trespassing on said property? you don’t recall seeing any markers, and besides, you were just going on a casual walk with your dog. and that very dog may or may not have charged the cows before you had a chance to tighten your hold on the lead. hence, the trouble came when one of the younger calves was minority wounded by a quick bite from your dog.

and that is how you first met maître vincent renzi. you were sat in the town’s small police station, just finishing up the written portion of your statement when he walked in. and goddamn it. as much as you hated your dog right now, you wanted to thank it because how else would you have come to meet a man like that. (under better circumstances, ideally).

“bonjour,” his voice was deep, matching the depth of his eyes as they watched you. then he continued in english, “my name is vincent, i’ll be representing you in court.”

as thrilled as you were to be introducing yourself to such a handsome man, you instantly groaned in disbelief. “that old shit is actually taking this to court?”

and that, is how you came to know the man who now groans every time he sees you wander into the office, a shy smile and hand scratching the back of your neck as you explain how you kinda need him to talk you out of a minor trouble with your landlord again. or how you didn’t mean to park in the wrong spot and need help navigating how to contest a parking violation. or (his personal favorite) how were you supposed to know that in france it’s illegal to snap a picture of a policeman in uniform? (he was cute and you wanted to brag to your friends, sue you).

needless to say, you’ve become a face vincent has to suppress a groan every time he sees. he’d never admit it, but he does find it mildly humoring the type of shit you manage to get yourself into.

#ꕤ ₊˚✧ mailbox . #❀₊˚✧ thots . #this was fun lmao #i have a fear of being in trouble UNLESS that trouble is vincent aka hot lawyer from anatomy of a fall #swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #vincent renzi #anatomie d'une chute #anatomy of a fall vincent

[percysheliey]

anatomy of a fall dir. justine triet

#anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #filmedit #filmgifs #moviegifs #doyouevenfilm #fyeahmovies #cinemapix #mine #gifs* #quality is soooo bad #but i really enjoyed this movie #its not about whether she did it #its about literally everything else #and the hot lawyer as well

[cluethegirl]

swann arlaud has the anatomy of a pixie but he is istead he is a french man omg

#pixie #anatomie d'une chute #anatomy of a fall #hot lawyers #we need a calender #swann arlaud #justine triet

[mythicalpoolnoodle]

Happy valentines day to the two loves of my life: jannik sinner and the hot French lawyer from anatomy of a fall

#theyre both so fineeeeee #been losing my mind over said hot french lawyer but have had no time to talk about it also this is technically a sports blog oops #and obviously jannik is my husband we all know this #jannik sinner #vincent renzi #anatomy of a fall #tennis

[nicollekidman]

my camera roll is humiliating rn being bisexual is a disease

#goodNIGHT #goodnight hot lawyer from anatomy of a fall i know your name but this is still funnier

[obsessco]

Anatomy of a Fall Sketch - sticker and more

#sandra hüller #swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #oscars 2024 #hot lawyer #movies #films #sandra x vincent #vincent x sandra #messi #messi the dog #justine triet #french cinema

[catastrxblues]

anyways. watched anatomy of a fall for the plot today

#the plot : #swann arlaud #KIDDING #him being a hot lawyer was just a bonus #the movie was GREAT!! like okay i get what you all are on about #i love how it requires you to pay attention really really closely on what they’re saying like i love movies that has #dialogue and discussions as the main focus so much. they’re slowly healing my short attention span methinks #i was hanging onto their very word i eat this kinda shit up SO BAD. it’s like my first watch of before sunrise again #(not the best comparison of course but you get what i mean!!!!) #anatomy of a fall #nadine.mp3

[romanroycoo]

After The Fall - Vincent Renzi x Reader

Summary: After the trial of the death of your husband, you struggle to come to terms with this new life and the trauma of what has happened before. Vincent Renzi, however, becomes your comfort, staying beside you the whole time. A friends to lovers fanfiction

CW: Mentions of a knife, Vincent accidentally hurts himself, angst, fluff, obvious flirting, reader is depressed, grief, hurt and comfort, mentions of death, ex-husband was abusive - no mentions of it in this chapter.

Chapter two- Dinner.

“No, I want to, Y/n. It’s the least i can do to cheer you up.” You and Vincent had finally gone downstairs at this point, it been a while since you stopped crying thanks to the comfort of his presence.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let you but you have to let me at least help.” He’d offered to cook for you, but you weren’t having it. Coming all this way and then cooking just for you? It seemed absurd.

But he did and he wants to.

You look across the kitchen with a challenging smirk and he smiles and begins to softly laugh. “Okay.”

*************************

“How is it looking on the pasta?”

“Not too long now, and you’re doing what exactly?” You stare in confusing as he begins to prepare a mixture of green leaves.

“The garnish.” He says, completely involved in what he’s doing. You loved his concentration face, it was like nothing could ever break his focus. You smile at him.

“Shit. Ah.” He mutters, suddenly holding his other hand, blood trickling down his skin.

“Oh shit! What happened? Are you alr-“

“I’m alright. Don’t worry.” He assures walking over to the sink calmly before running the water. “ The knife got me, they’re well sharpened.” He jokes.

“Yeah, Samuel liked to keep them.. um.” You didn’t finish the sentence, you didn’t want to. You walked over and began to pull up the sleeve of his jumper and move around any things left in the sink as if they were in his way. It wasn’t necessary but, you wanted to help him. You couldn’t help it.

“I’ll go grab the first- aid box, i’m sure they’ll be some band-aids in there somewhere.” You pass over an old cloth. “Keep the pressure on it, obviously.”

He watched as you left the room, a smile painted on his face. The cut didn’t even matter anymore, he couldn’t feel it. He could only focus on you.

“Here, i’ve got one.” You passed it to him quickly before turning back to the pans in the stove, making sure nothing was burning or boiling over.

He stares at the band-aid and then back to you. “Um, Y/n. Sorry, could you put it on. I can’t get it on properly.”

“Of course.” It felt like you were kids again, helping one another like this. You could both feel the closeness, glancing back and forth at each other’s faces innocently. You could sense his gaze on you even when you focused on his hand and the band-aid. It made you nervous. But you didn’t want him to stop.

He could feel the soft touch of your hands on his, the warmth of your fingers carefully placing the Bandaid over the injury. It was like this short moment, was an hour long and he wanted to bask in it for as long as he could.

****************

“I think the garnish was worth it.” He jokes, you were both laughing by this point. Food was finished and it was late. You knew he would have to go soon.

“Thank you, Vincent.” You look into his eyes, he stares back into yours. There was something so special about the way he looked at you.

“Of course, Y/n. It wasn’t a problem.” He states, still holding the eye contact. “I better get going. I don’t want to over stay my welcome.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome.” You assure. You really meant it.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ff #swannarlaud #swannarlaudfanfiction #justine triet #sandra huller #anatomyofafall #messi the dog #vincent renzi #vincentrenzifanfiction #hot lawyer #swann arlaud #fluffandangst #hurt/comfort #wattpad #swann arlaud x reader #vincent renzi x reader #hot lawyer from anatomy of a fall #ao3 writer #ao3fic #ao3feed