Hunchback of Notre Dame AUafterandalasiaJuly 16 2011, 16:38:39 UTC
Esmeralda/Frollo Inspired by Lolita and/or Don't Stand So Close to Me.
Esmeralda is a school student (I'm thinking maybe 16/17?), precocious, beautiful and wayward. She catches the eye of the schools resident creepy lecturer, Claude Frollo. Cue grooming and inappropriate behaviour. Up to the filler whether Esmeralda is creeped out and tries to avoid him, or is sucked in by him.
Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child little_elfieJuly 16 2011, 22:18:24 UTC
OMG YES! EPIC PROMPT! I actually wrote this three part ficlet a few weeks ago and posted over on the Frollo/Esmeralda community my friend set up - great minds think alike! A small note for anyone who hasn't read Victor Hugo's original novel - Agnes Guybertaut is Esmeralda's real name.
Dr. Claude Frollo surveyed the seemingly endless sea of unreceptive students before him with a critical eye and an audible sniff - on days like this, the prospect of retirement seemed almost appealing. Ironic that, considering that he had taken this position - course leader of medieval history and languages, a speciality of his - at the University of Paris only eighteen months ago after a five year sojourn abroad. The break had been wonderful - he had even finished the rather onerous task of completing the extensive list of notes and references for a novel he was working on - but by the end of it he was chomping at the bit, eager to get back to teaching.
And now I wish I was back in Italy...how fickle is man!He sighed and glared at the class over the
( ... )
Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Two little_elfieJuly 16 2011, 22:20:38 UTC
Claude's nails bit into the palm of his tightly clenched hand as Agnes bent over her notebook. Her thick raven curls swept the surface of the desk and she tossed her head impatiently - oh how he wanted to take a handful of that lustrous hair and pull until she begged for mercy...
Suddenly, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking, Agnes paused and put her pen down. Before Claude could react, she looked up, snaring him with impertinent eyes - she was staring him down, challenging him...
Her friends called her Esmeralda and with good reason, for her eyes were as green and clear as a precious gemstone...For a moment he felt like a schoolboy again, tongue-tied and nervous under her steady gaze - she cocked her head to the side, one coal-black eyebrow arched in silent question. As a hot flush stained his pale cheeks crimson, Claude tugged at his silk tie and coughed
( ... )
Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Threelittle_elfieJuly 16 2011, 22:22:10 UTC
Claude seated himself behind his desk, schooling his features into an impassive expression as Trouillefou took his leave and Agnes quickly gathered her things. She stooped to retrieve her bag from the floor before making her way over to where the professor was waiting. He busied himself with his laptop, only acknowledging her presence when she tapped her fingers briskly against the wooden surface before him
( ... )
Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Five little_elfieJuly 16 2011, 22:26:32 UTC
Several moments passed - tense, endless seconds in which it seemed that they had both lost the ability to breathe, let alone speak - before Claude finally broke the silence with an uneasy laugh. The sound, hollow and pitiless, sent sudden chills of apprehension down Agnes's spine. He brushed past her and, for a moment, she thought he was leaving - was there a possibility that she had misjudged his feelings for her?
But no...he reached into the pocket of his suit-jacket and took out a small, silver key, which he then use to lock the auditorium door. Then he turned and, for the first time, she saw the professor's true character emblazoned across his aquiline features - gone was the austere gentleman of only moments ago...here in his place was a fiend, a devil brimming with immorality...
The personification of sin...
He took a step forward, the smirk on his face widening as Agnes instinctively moved away - he really did look like a shark, dark, sleek and toothy, ready to devour her in a single bite...With a sparkle in his storm-
( ... )
Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Six little_elfieJuly 16 2011, 22:28:43 UTC
Claude pulled away and sat at his desk, a slight smile flickering on his pale face as she immediately followed in his wake, as docile and trusting as a newborn foal. She hovered around his chair, uncertainty evident in every small gesture and fleeting expression, until, without warning, his slender fingers encircled her wrists again as he dragged her down onto his lap.
As predicted, her first instinct was to fight and she did not shy from that primal urge. She struggled valiantly, lashing out with tooth, nail and all the ingrained ferocity of her Romani ancestors, but Claude was stronger than his wiry frame suggested and held her down with apparent ease. Her efforts soon died away and her shoulders began to quiver as the professor ran his hands over her back and arse. He smiled and closed his eyes, quietly drinking in her scent.
Fear and arousal, an intoxicating combination...After an agonizing pause, his fingers hooked around the hem of her plaid skirt and, without further hesitation, he tugged the flimsy material up and pushed
( ... )
Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Seven little_elfieJuly 16 2011, 22:29:20 UTC
Agnes's legs felt like jelly as she slid from his lap and pressed herself against the desk, her arse high in the air. Meanwhile, Claude rummaged in one of his many drawers, muttering to himself as he searched for the special appliance he kept for just such an occasion...ah, those long afternoons of wishful thinking, of dreaming of the day that she would be his...He grinned as his fingers curled around the end of the bamboo cane
( ... )
Re: Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Seven afterandalasiaJuly 16 2011, 23:01:20 UTC
Oh dear sweet goodness this was hot. I mean, like, wow hot, even if these two aren't already. This prompt sort of came out of nowhere for me but I think I might have discovered some new kinks through it, good gracious. Your descriptions are graphic and vivid, and your characterisation is wonderful. The lust/hate of this is just perfect, as well. Oh, lord. Favourite fill ever.
Inspired by Lolita and/or Don't Stand So Close to Me.
Esmeralda is a school student (I'm thinking maybe 16/17?), precocious, beautiful and wayward. She catches the eye of the schools resident creepy lecturer, Claude Frollo. Cue grooming and inappropriate behaviour. Up to the filler whether Esmeralda is creeped out and tries to avoid him, or is sucked in by him.
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Dr. Claude Frollo surveyed the seemingly endless sea of unreceptive students before him with a critical eye and an audible sniff - on days like this, the prospect of retirement seemed almost appealing. Ironic that, considering that he had taken this position - course leader of medieval history and languages, a speciality of his - at the University of Paris only eighteen months ago after a five year sojourn abroad. The break had been wonderful - he had even finished the rather onerous task of completing the extensive list of notes and references for a novel he was working on - but by the end of it he was chomping at the bit, eager to get back to teaching.
And now I wish I was back in Italy...how fickle is man!He sighed and glared at the class over the ( ... )
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Suddenly, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking, Agnes paused and put her pen down. Before Claude could react, she looked up, snaring him with impertinent eyes - she was staring him down, challenging him...
Her friends called her Esmeralda and with good reason, for her eyes were as green and clear as a precious gemstone...For a moment he felt like a schoolboy again, tongue-tied and nervous under her steady gaze - she cocked her head to the side, one coal-black eyebrow arched in silent question. As a hot flush stained his pale cheeks crimson, Claude tugged at his silk tie and coughed ( ... )
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But no...he reached into the pocket of his suit-jacket and took out a small, silver key, which he then use to lock the auditorium door. Then he turned and, for the first time, she saw the professor's true character emblazoned across his aquiline features - gone was the austere gentleman of only moments ago...here in his place was a fiend, a devil brimming with immorality...
The personification of sin...
He took a step forward, the smirk on his face widening as Agnes instinctively moved away - he really did look like a shark, dark, sleek and toothy, ready to devour her in a single bite...With a sparkle in his storm- ( ... )
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As predicted, her first instinct was to fight and she did not shy from that primal urge. She struggled valiantly, lashing out with tooth, nail and all the ingrained ferocity of her Romani ancestors, but Claude was stronger than his wiry frame suggested and held her down with apparent ease. Her efforts soon died away and her shoulders began to quiver as the professor ran his hands over her back and arse. He smiled and closed his eyes, quietly drinking in her scent.
Fear and arousal, an intoxicating combination...After an agonizing pause, his fingers hooked around the hem of her plaid skirt and, without further hesitation, he tugged the flimsy material up and pushed ( ... )
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