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Declawing the Cat - Chapter 3

(Sorry it took so long guys, between testing and homework and executive functioning, I could NOT get this done. Anyways,

“Father, do I have to go?” Adrien asked for the hundredth time.

“Of course Adrien. I refuse to go on a business trip as important as this one without you. You’re my son.”

Felix rolled his eyes. He and his mother were visiting the two bachelors (against his actual will, obviously). Everyone in the room knew the real reason why Adrien had to go; he was the face of the brand, and it was common fashion knowledge that to go to such a high-ranking event without your leading model would get you shunned and cancelled. ‘You’re my son’ EVERYONE’S arse.

It was obvious that Adrien was all too aware of this fact, because he couldn’t seem to run out of excuses for why he couldn’t go.

Well, he could also not wish to go because of how brain-numbingly boring the whole affair is, and honestly, who could blame him? This year’s Annual Pre-Junior’s Fashion Competition Assembly was being held in Sydney, and all of the biggest names in the industry were going to attend. The assembly takes place over the course of two. Entire. Months. For what, not even the attendees know. Felix swears, these designers were as mad as a bag of ferrets.

I mean, if you’re into that sort of thing, like Miss I’m-all-that Ginger Breadhouse, you’d probably be in Seventh Heaven there, but if you were, how do you say, normal, you’d sell your soul to be another else. In fact, Felix could almost bet Chat Noir’s Miraculous that Adrien would sign that demonic contract in a heartbeat if that were an option.

“But Father, what about school? I’ll miss so much instruction-”

“Natalie will tutor you, just like she did before you attended that … institution.”

“And my fencing practice? Surely, you wouldn’t want me to miss out on those.”

“Adrien, are you suggesting that they don’t have fencing areas in Sydney?”

“No, I’m just saying that fencing without Kagami wouldn’t be the same…”

“Well, you aren’t going to be fencing with her forever, so think of this as a sample for the future. Now, no more of this arguing, Adrien. You are going to the Assembly and that’s final. Have I made myself clear?”

Adrien’s shoulders slumped in defeat and for a heartbeat, Felix felt sympathetic. “Yes, Father.”

“Good, now go pack some clothes you will need for the weeks. We won’t be at the events the entire time, so I will permit you to bring some of your own wardrobe. Please remember we will be there for a long time, so pack accordingly.”

And with that, they were all dismissed. Adrien trugged upstairs looking particularly peeved. He invited Felix to come with him, and Felix agreed, but only to keep up appearances. If he knew any better, Felix would have sworn that he heard him talking to someone on the way up, but he decided to ignore it; he couldn’t be bothered to guess what weird habits his wanker of a cousin had.

Once they got to Adrien’s room, Felix sat himself down at the piano while Adrien took out a suitcase from his closet and started choosing some informal clothing for when they were just doing day-to-day activities.

“Can you believe that he’s making me go, Felix?”

“Yes, I can believe it.”

“AND we have to leave tomorrow! I won’t even get the chance to say goodbye to our friends.

“Not to worry, cousin dearest. I’ll tell them for you. Anyways, don’t look at this trip as a burden, look at it as a new opportunity. You can gather information and resources for your friend Marinette.”

Adrien’s face brightened at the mention of his friend and Felix rolled his eyes when his back was turned. He swears, all it takes to cheer him up was to be reminded that Pigtails was alive and well somewhere on the planet.

“You’re right, Felix! This way I can help her pursue her dreams! I can’t wait until we get back to tell her everything I’ve learned about the industry.”

“...Can’t you just text or call her?”

“You mean with my phone?”

“No Adrien, I mean with a plastic banana you can buy at the baby store. Yes I mean your phone!”

Adrien paused in the middle of folding a t-shirt and packing it into a suitcase. “I didn’t tell you? Father confiscated it for ‘my own good’. He thinks I spend too much time around my friends and not enough time focusing on my studies, so it’s with him for the time being.”

Well, there goes Felix’s plan to pull a quick cell prank before Adrien leaves. “Adrien Bartholomew Agreste, is that resent I hear in your voice?”

“Yes, it is. I’m tired of responsibilities and having people depend on me every second that I breathe. That’s why I wanted to go to school in the first place; it gives me eight hours of non-Agreste related freedom.”

Felix narrowed his eyes. What did this boy know about responsibilities? All he had to do was play a keyboard, wave a stick around, and look pretty for pictures. Felix couldn’t understand how a job like that could burden someone so badly.

“Goodness, Adrien. You make it sound as though Uncle asks you to carry the weight of the entire ever-loving world on your shoulders.”

Adrien sighed. “That’s just how I feel, sometimes. Anyways, I think these are all of the casual clothing Father will let me take with me. Maybe if I’m lucky, he might not see the video game I hid under them all.”

The next day was a Saturday, so Felix the delivery boy was going to have to give the mega-twits the message at a later time. Today, it was all about acting as emotional as he could for the departure of his Cousin & Co. gabriel thought it would be a good idea for Felix and his mother to stop by the mansion every once in a while to make sure everything was all right, accounted for, and in the case of the house plants, watered. This was news to Felix. He doubted his uncle was even a living being, let alone the type of person to have plants in his home. Right now, they were standing next to the family limo. Natalie and gabriel were talking to Ape Man about transportation in Australia.

“Oh, darling Adrien, I’m so sad to see you go. We only just now got here, and you’re leaving. Why must the fates keep up apart?”

“It’s alright, Aunt Amilie. We’ll be back before you even realize we’re gone.”

“We? Oh, I wasn’t talking about your father, dear. I wouldn’t mind some time away from him. Anyways, I hope you have the best time in Australia. Bring something back for me, will you? I’ve always wanted to get a real boomerang, ever since I was a young girl.”

“I’ll be sure to get you the best boomerang in the country, Aunt A. What about you Felix? Do you want me to get you anything?”

Felix, who was standing some ways behind the others, pretended to ponder it over. “Bring me a friendship bracelet.”

“...A friendship bracelet?”

“If you can’t find one it’s okay I really don’t mind-”

“No, I’ll get you a bracelet. I was only surprised because you aren’t really the type to want one.”

He’s right- there was no way on Good Green Earth would he want some dingly little arts and crafts project. There also wasn’t any way that maybe he wanted his cousin thinking about him during his trip, that he wanted to envision Adrien getting something for him. Don’t even think about considering that Felix felt bad for him, dealing with the devil himself in a new place and wanting to give him something to do. Nope. Not a chance. Felix simply thought that Adrien would look hilarious running around Australia looking for beads and twine.

“...Just make sure you make me a good one, alright?”

Adrien smiled as though he could read right into Felix’s mind, and of course he had to look completely handsome in doing so. Stupid model. They practically had the same face and somehow Felix ended up looking like the off-brand knockoff.

“Adrien, we have to go now. The plane leaves in five hours,” gabriel said, entering the car.

“Why do we need to leave so soon?”

“So that I can buy fabrics with threads, gather all of my designs, double check with Natalie that the suite is still booked for us-”

“Alright, Father. I understand. Well, bye Felix. I’ll miss you.”

With that, he entered the limousine and the four of them drove away.

“Come Felix. Let’s go check the house for anything they might have accidentally left behind. We wouldn’t want them to leave something important,” said Amilie, still a little teary-eyed over the loss of her precious little baby nephew. She couldn’t stand the idea of being away from him for so long, even though his look-alike (her own bloody son) was right in front of her. Of course, Felix wasn’t bitter! Why wouldn’t ever say such a thing?

“Yes, Mother. Would you like me to check Adrien’s room?”

“Please, dear. Oh, look at you, watching over your cousin! And to think you said you wouldn’t like him!”

It was as though his mother never met him. Couldn’t she see that he was just trying to gain some sort of upper hand against Mr. Perfect or to uncover a secret of his? On the sunny side, at least he knows his facade is effective. He was beginning to worry that someone other than Blue-Eyed Phoenix Wright would figure him out.

Felix pushed open the door of Adrien’s room and immediately began to look around and turn things over. He was being extremely careful to make sure that everything he touched was put back in the place he got it from. After looking through his closet and library, however, he was disappointed to find that Adrien was actually as innocent as he seemed (and acted). In fact, the worst thing he could find was a disturbing amount of Ladybug memoria. It was a pity, really. Felix hadn’t blackmailed anyone in a long time, and he was beginning to get antsy. He turned around and headed out.

“Adrien, is that you? I thought you said you weren’t going to come back for another two months.”

Felix did a complete 180 and faced the source of the voice, which seemed to be some sort of floating cat-thing. It looked like a deer in headlights.

“You aren’t Adrien. Wait, are you okay, you seem to be swaying-?”

The thing was right; he was feeling woozy, and it didn’t take him that long to hit the floor, having fainted. The last thing he heard was the talking cat muttering,

“Shit.”

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so my job search is shit.... i’ve been getting rejected from like every job i apply for- whether their casual/part-time roles or a full time grad program roles. this business development firm keeps calling me to go to their training day... but it’s always at a  drop of a fucking hat next day thing.. where i have to go up the next day after the call to attend it.... and im like “i already have plans, it’s such short notice” bc it’s all the way up in central sydney and i just cbf to go bc it’s so goddamn stressful getting there. maybe they’ll leave me alone if i tell them i’ve enrolled in a course (ie. my grad diploma in information management, majoring in library and info management) which’ll interrupt the grad program.

i’m just so fucking over it. like what the fuck is the point of constantly applying for things if i just get rejected every fucking time??? i wonder what the job people from social services are going to tell me on thursday when i call them and tell them i keep getting rejected or i don’t hear back at all. maybe i;ll just have to start offering editing/proof-reading and essay writing advice or whatever other writing services i can think of, to help supplement my payment and help people... like i actually wrote a post about it months ago, but it’s been in my drafts since then hahahaha. or hell, maybe even tutoring services even though my marks are low asf haha. aside from the job search fuckery, my sister has agreed to let me wear one of the many nice dresses i bought years ago to go out on dates (alas i still haven’t bothered with that lmao)  to my graduation so i get to save wasting like $150 on another nice dress (bc this one was actually like $160 or something when i bought it in like 2015) that i’ll probably only ever wear once (ie for grad) or maybe twice before storing it away in my wardrobe for years to be never worn again.... lmao.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #ilona whines about her shitty life to her followers lol #But seriously though #what the fuck does it take to get a fucking casual/part-time christmas job. #like y'all im fucking desperate #maybe i'll just have to start offering editing/proof-reading services and essay writing help to peopl #*people #bc idek even know any-fucking-more

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 1. What’s your favourite form of exercise? Dancing  2. What was the last thing to physically hurt you? Probably my blisters from running? I would have to guess 3. Do you typically remember details of your dreams? Yes :)  4. What was the last concert you went to? I think the last concert I went to was Odette? or Matt Corby?  5. What was the best concert you’ve been to? probably the Foo Fighters. 6. Where’s the farthest you’ve been from home? Kiruna / Abisko in the North of Sweden 7. What did/do you plan to take in college/university? I’m finishing my thesis in psychology 8. What do you like on your pizza? Four cheeses, or one of those rocket parmesan things 9. What movie are you looking forward to seeing? So many of the horror movies coming out soon 10. If you could have any animal as a pet, what would it be? Doge 

11. Do you enjoy camping? Yes but not for extended periods of time 12. What is your favourite thing about your body? My cheekbones  13. What is something you’d like to improve about yourself (not physically)? I want to work on my self-esteem, and having a poor default setting. 14. Favourite Harry Potter book/movie? Book: The Prisoner of Azkaban OR The Order of the Phoenix 15. Could you live without meat? Maybe, I think I could definitely live without red meat.  16. Do you find “Blurred Lines” offensive? Strong yes.  17. Do you consider yourself to be a part of any fandom? hmmm, it depends what fandom is, but I am definitely a big fan of several things. 

18. Favourite alcoholic drink? Basic as hell, but definitely a good old fashioned vodka. 19. Describe your typical Friday night: Normally getting drinks with Daniel, or watching a movie alone.  20. What temperature do you consider “too cold” to be outside? It would have to be pretty damn cold.  21. Girls: Do you wear makeup? Boys: Do you wish it were more socially acceptable for boys to wear makeup?  Yes, I wear makeup, and yes I think it should be acceptable for boys to wear makeup.

22. What’s your favourite board game? Probably some sort of Harry Potter board game, or Cluedo.  23. What’s your favourite Olympic sport to watch? It would probably be gymnastics.  24. Do you regularly experience pain in any part of your body? I experience tightness in my neck and semi-regular migraines 25. Have you been to Disney World? No.

26. Do you use conditioner? Yes! 27. Do you have any tattoos? What are they of? I have zero tattoos.  28. Favourite Beatles song? Hmmm. I really like Come Together, or I Wanna Hold Your Hand 29. Last place you flew to on a plane? Well the last place I flew to was Sydney from Nairobi  30. What kind of phone do you have? iPhone 10 X  31. What’s your dream car? I’m unfussed re cars.  32. Are you craving anything at the moment? If so, what? Chocolate, and pasta. 33. How would you describe your personal style? It’s been described as “grunge but reads a lot”. I’m not fully sure. 34. What’s the funniest movie you’ve seen? Airplane, or in anticipation of Jojo Rabbit. 35. Do you smoke weed? Rarely, but I do smoke weed.  36. Have you tried acid? No way.  37. What food could you eat every day and not get sick of? Pasta.  38. Do you take any medications? No! 39. Do you try to stay friends with your exes? I wouldn’t worry about it, but I’d like to leave things on good terms and be able to get coffee with them. 40. Do you watch any reality shows? Yes! Great British Bake Off. Drag Race, etc.

41. Have you ever met someone in real life who you met first online? Yes, a few people. : )  42. When were you last sick? Properly sick, probably when I had shingles?  43. Do you worry a lot? As most people do.  44. Do you cut your fingernails or do you bite them? I cut them (and only bite a little).  45. What time do you typically go to bed? 11 - 12.  46. What kind of job do you have? I’m casually tutoring high school and uni students.  47. What’s your favourite junk food? Maccas: 2 x Hash Browns and 10 x Chicken McBites. And steal somebodies chips.  48. How much would you be willing to pay to see your favourite band play live? Probably up to $400.  49. Does Europe or Asia sound more appealing to you for a vacation? Europe.  50. Favourite & least favourite piercing on the preferred sex: Favourite would be a cute ear piercing or an eyebrow piercing maybe. Least favourite would be like a tongue piercing or those gross holes in the ear piercing. 

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Declawing the Cat- Chapter 3

“Father, do I have to go?” Adrien asked for the hundredth time.

“Of course Adrien. I refuse to go on a business trip as important as this one without you. You’re my son.”

Felix rolled his eyes. He and his mother were visiting the two bachelors (against his actual will, obviously). Everyone in the room knew the real reason why Adrien had to go; he was the face of the brand, and it was common fashion knowledge that to go to such a high-ranking event without your leading model would get you shunned and cancelled. ‘You’re my son’ EVERYONE’S arse.

It was obvious that Adrien was all too aware of this fact, because he couldn’t seem to run out of excuses for why he couldn’t go.

Well, he could also not wish to go because of how brain-numbingly boring the whole affair is, and honestly, who could blame him? This year’s Annual Pre-Junior’s Fashion Competition Assembly was being held in Sydney, and all of the biggest names in the industry were going to attend. The assembly takes place over the course of two. Entire. Months. For what, not even the attendees know. Felix swears, these designers were as mad as a bag of ferrets.

I mean, if you’re into that sort of thing, like Miss I’m-all-that Ginger Breadhouse, you’d probably be in Seventh Heaven there, but if you were, how do you say, normal, you’d sell your soul to be another else. In fact, Felix could almost bet Chat Noir’s Miraculous that Adrien would sign that demonic contract in a heartbeat if that were an option.

“But Father, what about school? I’ll miss so much instruction-”

“Natalie will tutor you, just like she did before you attended that … institution.”

“And my fencing practice? Surely, you wouldn’t want me to miss out on those.”

“Adrien, are you suggesting that they don’t have fencing areas in Sydney?”

“No, I’m just saying that fencing without Kagami wouldn’t be the same…”

“Well, you aren’t going to be fencing with her forever, so think of this as a sample for the future. Now, no more of this arguing, Adrien. You are going to the Assembly and that’s final. Have I made myself clear?”

Adrien’s shoulders slumped in defeat and for a heartbeat, Felix felt sympathetic. “Yes, Father.”

“Good, now go pack some clothes you will need for the weeks. We won’t be at the events the entire time, so I will permit you to bring some of your own wardrobe. Please remember we will be there for a long time, so pack accordingly.”

And with that, they were all dismissed. Adrien trugged upstairs looking particularly peeved. He invited Felix to come with him, and Felix agreed, but only to keep up appearances. If he knew any better, Felix would have sworn that he heard him talking to someone on the way up, but he decided to ignore it; he couldn’t be bothered to guess what weird habits his wanker of a cousin had.

Once they got to Adrien’s room, Felix sat himself down at the piano while Adrien took out a suitcase from his closet and started choosing some informal clothing for when they were just doing day-to-day activities.

“Can you believe that he’s making me go, Felix?”

“Yes, I can believe it.”

“AND we have to leave tomorrow! I won’t even get the chance to say goodbye to our friends.”

“Not to worry, cousin dearest. I’ll tell them for you. Anyways, don’t look at this trip as a burden, look at it as a new opportunity. You can gather information and resources for your friend Marinette.”

Adrien’s face brightened at the mention of his friend and Felix rolled his eyes when his back was turned. He swears, all it takes to cheer him up was to be reminded that Pigtails was alive and well somewhere on the planet.

“You’re right, Felix! This way I can help her pursue her dreams! I can’t wait until we get back to tell her everything I’ve learned about the industry.”

“...Can’t you just text or call her?”

“You mean with my phone?”

“No Adrien, I mean with a plastic banana you can buy at the baby store. Yes I mean your phone!”

Adrien paused in the middle of folding a t-shirt and packing it into a suitcase. “I didn’t tell you? Father confiscated it for ‘my own good’. He thinks I spend too much time around my friends and not enough time focusing on my studies, so it’s with him for the time being.”

Well, there goes Felix’s plan to pull a quick cell prank before Adrien leaves. “Adrien Bartholomew Agreste, is that resent I hear in your voice?”

“Yes, it is. I’m tired of responsibilities and having people depend on me every second that I breathe. That’s why I wanted to go to school in the first place; it gives me eight hours of non-Agreste related freedom.”

Felix narrowed his eyes. What did this boy know about responsibilities? All he had to do was play a keyboard, wave a stick around, and look pretty for pictures. Felix couldn’t understand how a job like that could burden someone so badly.

“Goodness, Adrien. You make it sound as though Uncle asks you to carry the weight of the entire ever-loving world on your shoulders.”

Adrien sighed. “That’s just how I feel, sometimes. Anyways, I think these are all of the casual clothing Father will let me take with me. Maybe if I’m lucky, he might not see the video game I hid under them all.”

The next day was a Saturday, so Felix the delivery boy was going to have to give the mega-twits the message at a later time. Today, it was all about acting as emotional as he could for the departure of his Cousin & Co. gabriel thought it would be a good idea for Felix and his mother to stop by the mansion every once in a while to make sure everything was all right, accounted for, and in the case of the house plants, watered. This was news to Felix. He doubted his uncle was even a living being, let alone the type of person to have plants in his home. Right now, they were standing next to the family limo. Natalie and gabriel were talking to Ape Man about transportation in Australia.

“Oh, darling Adrien, I’m so sad to see you go. We only just now got here, and you’re leaving. Why must the fates keep up apart?”

“It’s alright, Aunt Amilie. We’ll be back before you even realize we’re gone.”

“We? Oh, I wasn’t talking about your father, dear. I wouldn’t mind some time away from him. Anyways, I hope you have the best time in Australia. Bring something back for me, will you? I’ve always wanted to get a real boomerang, ever since I was a young girl.”

“I’ll be sure to get you the best boomerang in the country, Aunt A. What about you Felix? Do you want me to get you anything?”

Felix, who was standing some ways behind the others, pretended to ponder it over. “Bring me a friendship bracelet.”

“...A friendship bracelet?”

“If you can’t find one it’s okay I really don’t mind-”

“No, I’ll get you a bracelet. I was only surprised because you aren’t really the type to want one.”

He’s right- there was no way on Good Green Earth would he want some dingly little arts and crafts project. There also wasn’t any way that maybe he wanted his cousin thinking about him during his trip, that he wanted to envision Adrien getting something for him. Don’t even think about considering that Felix felt bad for him, dealing with the devil himself in a new place and wanting to give him something to do. Nope. Not a chance. Felix simply thought that Adrien would look hilarious running around Australia looking for beads and twine.

“...Just make sure you make me a good one, alright?”

Adrien smiled as though he could read right into Felix’s mind, and of course he had to look completely handsome in doing so. Stupid model. They practically had the same face and somehow Felix ended up looking like the off-brand knockoff.

“Adrien, we have to go now. The plane leaves in five hours,” gabriel said, entering the car.

“Why do we need to leave so soon?”

“So that I can buy fabrics with threads, gather all of my designs, double check with Natalie that the suite is still booked for us-”

“Alright, Father. I understand. Well, bye Felix. I’ll miss you.”

With that, he entered the limousine and the four of them drove away.

“Come Felix. Let’s go check the house for anything they might have accidentally left behind. We wouldn’t want them to leave something important,” said Amilie, still a little teary-eyed over the loss of her precious little baby nephew. She couldn’t stand the idea of being away from him for so long, even though his look-alike (her own bloody son) was right in front of her. Of course, Felix wasn’t bitter! Why wouldn’t ever say such a thing?

“Yes, Mother. Would you like me to check Adrien’s room?”

“Please, dear. Oh, look at you, watching over your cousin! And to think you said you wouldn’t like him!”

It was as though his mother never met him. Couldn’t she see that he was just trying to gain some sort of upper hand against Mr. Perfect or to uncover a secret of his? On the sunny side, at least he knows his facade is effective. He was beginning to worry that someone other than Blue-Eyed Phoenix Wright would figure him out.

Felix pushed open the door of Adrien’s room and immediately began to look around and turn things over. He was being extremely careful to make sure that everything he touched was put back in the place he got it from. After looking through his closet and library, however, he was disappointed to find that Adrien was actually as innocent as he seemed (and acted). In fact, the worst thing he could find was a disturbing amount of Ladybug memoria. It was a pity, really. Felix hadn’t blackmailed anyone in a long time, and he was beginning to get antsy. He turned around and headed out.

“Adrien, is that you? I thought you said you weren’t going to come back for another two months.”

Felix did a complete 180 and faced the source of the voice, which seemed to be some sort of floating cat-thing. It looked like a deer in headlights.

“You aren’t Adrien. Wait, are you okay, you seem to be swaying-?”

The thing was right; he was feeling woozy, and it didn’t take him that long to hit the floor, having fainted. The last thing he heard was the talking cat muttering,

“Shit.”

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Congratulations, Steph! We are delighted to welcome Lachlan Clarke to serenade all those in Breton. Please complete our after acceptance checklist. We are looking forward to seeing you develop him! Please send in his blog within 48 hours.

Out of Character

Alias: Steph

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 31 years fossilized

Timezone: EST (US)

Anything else? School is going to be virtual until 2021, but I’m back to work now, I’ll mostly be active on weekends.

Character

Name: Lachlan Gabriel Clarke

Birthdate and Age: 39 and 9 Feb

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Faceclaim: Tom Hiddleston

House Affiliation: Anjou

Profession: Composer, conductor, and musician | If it’s okay with the admins, I would like his music and career to mirror Dario Marianelli

Claim: Unclaimed

Children: None

Designation: Dominant

Sexuality: Pansexual

What is their symbol?: Lachlan has a sword tattoo on his left (dominant) arm that goes from his elbow down to his wrist. If this is covered then he will wear a vintage silver sword pin when in formal wear or a simple silver chain necklace with a sword on it when dressed casually. Typically he rolls up his sleeves except when conducting an event, so you really won’t see him wearing the pin or necklace unless he’s at an event or the weather is miserable.

Kinks: d/s, praise, orgasm control/teasing, temperature/sensation play, begging (consensual), impact/rough play, marking, thigh riding, cockwaming, unprotected sex (probably more but I’ll have to get a feel for him)

Anti-kinks: urine/blood/scat/vomit play, feet, degradation, caregiver/little, age play, most roleplaying, most anal play (probably more but I’ll have to get a feel for him)

Biography:

Lachlan should have had a seamlessly beautiful life in Perth close to his family, filled with music and never ending laughter. Honestly, that’s all he’d ever thought he’d want or would have: a happy, quiet life. Hamish and Erin met at a band competition between their two universities, fell in love, entered into a strong claim, and after years of trying to start a family, gave up any hope they’d have children. Years later when they had Lachlan, they both took sabbaticals from their jobs to teach him and watch him grow. They loved their careers in history and music and how it opened the world to them, but nothing ever seemed to feel as wildly curious as their little boy.

When Lachlan turned eight they moved across the globe to Perth, Australia where they returned to their respective careers as teachers of history and literature and placed Lachlan in a private school. While his parents thought that this would be a chance to push past most other children scholastically it was actually where he fell in love with music. Though he kept active, always playing a sport, he just found more pleasure in performing. Lachlan’s experiences with being bullied for loving the arts would have broken most kids down but it only made him more outgoing. All the kid seemed to care about was enlightening people to the colorful world of art and music, and the richness behind it. Maybe he was too like his parents, quick to correct others, create new things, and reinterpret the world around him. If he was odd, though, he certainly embraced it. Lachlan wanted people to know that he was just a happy, nice, open minded person. Throughout his time in school the bullying subsided, and come his senior year Lachlan had become one of the most popular and beloved students.

Carrying that positive outgoing charm with him to university seemed to make the four years blow by and when he finished at twenty one he’d realized that though he’d gotten a degree in education with a minor in music history he wasn’t sure where the next step in his life was going to take him. Staying in Perth with his family, Lachlan began teaching music out of a small shop in town. Saving his money and thinking about what he wanted to do he met a beautiful young submissive who was a self-taught opera singer. She’d never had the opportunity to learn to read music or fine tune her love of singing because she’d attended a low income public school that provided the bare bones in the way of the arts. Though he’d never taught opera he took her on because she’d completely enamored him and Lachlan was never one to back down from a challenge. After just two years he’d started to place her into competitions and she blew everyone out of the water. His training and her success propelled him forward in his love of being a music instructor but also led him to travel the world. All the while, Lachlan had been writing his own music, something he’d sporadically done while learning various instruments and a skill he’d honed in university, but now that he’d found a muse, he’d taken to filling all of his alone time scribbling away.

Over a short amount of time being both Annika’s coach and dominant, they lived in Rome, Sydney, and Paris together. The more time he spent with her the more he felt like there couldn’t be a more perfect person in the world for him. Annika knew exactly how to please him, loved the spotlight, and would do anything to get ahead. She was a doting submissive, but he would soon learn that her interests were about where he could take her career rather than her desire for him. While his parents swore that he was more in love with her than she was with him, he still felt an inexplicable bond and entered a claim with her against their wishes. It was the first time that there was ever a wedge between Lachlan and his parents, but it was this wedge that got him truly out of their nest at the age of twenty-three and encouraged him to realize his own dreams. Annika’s career had launched into something so spectacular that he no longer needed to travel with her. Using some of his money he started up a small private tutelage center in Melbourne and took on five students who wanted to become professionals in various different elements of the arts.

Unfortunately, things didn’t stay peaceful in the Clarke home. On Christmas Day the happy couple had traveled over to Perth to spend the holiday with Lachlan’s family when Lachlan’s world would be rattled with scandal. Annika asked him to travel ahead, a show allegedly holding her up in Sydney and he didn’t think to question it. Then his phone began to blow up with alerts of the singer caught with an actor. While his parents were clearly displeased with the situation and could have said ‘I told you so’ they surprised him with advice and kindness. Find your own path, move on and learn to listen to those that love you. So, in the time of separation, he packed away the past for a new chapter, pouring the sadness and negativity into compositions and letting his usual optimism and charm find its way out again.

Lachlan’s career as a composer took off only a few years after his relationship with Annika, but he hadn’t made it his focus. After selling the house and rehabilitating, Lachlan took to moving around. He wrote in places that inspired him, offered tutoring, and even guest lectured, performed, and conducted around the world. As he published his music to which he was then offered more opportunities to teach, orchestras to conduct, and even a few films to write, the young musician found that his new chapter felt like it needed some roots. With his parents retired and older, doing their own traveling, Perth felt like a step back to a past he’d rather think of as a fond memory. However, Breton felt like it could be more.

Breton was that place he’d hardly remembered, having left at just eight. What he knew about House Anjou was truly from his parents. Deciding to relocate, he bought an estate but took his time to remodel and furnish the place before making the trip over. It delighted his parents, who promised to come visit the new home on holidays, and wished their only child well as he set out to begin another new journey. With few career goals left now that he has an Academy Award and a Golden Globe, Lachlan is finding himself open to the possibility of finding love again. Until then, he’s spending his time in the usual pattern of private lessons, composing, participating in charity concerts as a guest conductor, and even periodically busking when bored.

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