The Hunchback of Notre Dame
anonymous
October 16 2013, 22:43:07 UTC
[AU, early 18th century France].
Stand and deliver, your money or your...hot daughter's maidenhead.
Frollo is a charming but slightly psychopathic highwayman, Esmeralda is the haughty and beautiful daughter of a aristocrat. He holds up her carriage, dubcon hatesex ensues.
OP - Bonus!
anonymous
October 17 2013, 01:07:06 UTC
Bonus: * They meet again at a royal masquerade ball. Frollo and his accomplice, Quasimodo, are in disguise like the other guests and plotting to pull off a spectacular heist - stealing from the treasury whilst the party is in full swing. Something goes wrong and Esmeralda is coerced into smuggling Frollo out under her skirts...
Stand and Deliver - Part 1/4little_elfieSeptember 24 2014, 01:56:00 UTC
Stand and Deliver
Part One
Paris, January 1762. Night falls early, cold and dark. With it comes fear. The poor are consumed by their fears and oh, they have so many. The instinctive fear of what lurks in the shadows, of freezing to death or starving...of hearing the howl of a hungry wolf on the doorstep.
And some wolves, the worst kind of all, walk on two feet...
The aristocracy do not understand. They have never suffered. The woes of the poor are a world away, out of sight and out of mind. Pull back the velvet shade of your carriage window and you need never see the beggars and their hollow-eyed brats, dying quietly - or violently - in plain view. The wolves do not discriminate. They prey upon the beggars readily but, given the opportunity, they much prefer to seek out richer pickings
( ... )
Re: Stand and Deliver - Part 2/4little_elfieSeptember 24 2014, 01:57:29 UTC
Stand and Deliver
Part Two
"Stand and deliver!"
They had been travelling to Paris from their country estate, intending to stay at their townhouse for a month or two, to visit friends and family. Agnes was betrothed to a young rake, Phoebus de Châteaupers, and her mother was eager to begin preparations for their wedding, which would take place in May. They were discussing gowns and flowers when the cry had echoed out and their coach had jerked to an abrupt halt, the horses rearing and snorting in fright. The Comte, blustering and puffing, pushed his wife and daughter behind him as the door to his right was opened from the outside.
"What is the meaning of this? I demand that you let us pass! Valcour, drive on!"
The Hawk sat his horse like a nobleman, one hand on the reins and the other aiming a pistol into the coach. He was tall and slender, impeccably dressed...and his eyes...Agnes shivered as his gaze devoured her, fierce and dark, more terrifying than the pistol or anything she had ever encountered in her life. It was horrible
( ... )
Stand and Deliver - Part 4/4little_elfieSeptember 24 2014, 04:11:39 UTC
Stand and Deliver
Part Four
The next few months passed in a blur for Agnes. The ranks of the aristocracy buzzed with gossip following her escapade with the infamous highwayman. She was besieged at every function, her friends clamouring to hear the story again and again. Phoebus and her father were furious, vowing to see the Hawk hanged for his insolence. Her mother thrived upon the attention, embellishing the tale with little horrors for the delight of her peers. Agnes floated through February and March in a daze, remembering the highwayman's voice as he whispered in her ear...
"You're mine."April. Spring in Paris. The King was holding a masquerade ball at the Palais de Louvre. Agnes and her friends talked for hours over tea and cards in the weeks beforehand, discussing their costumes excitedly. The entire court would be there, their faces covered with ornate masks until midnight, when the music and dancing would come to a brief cessation and the King would cry out, "Unmask
( ... )
Re: Stand and Deliver - Part 4/4afterandalasiaSeptember 30 2014, 20:56:05 UTC
*bows* I always love your Fresme stuff, you know that. The fire of your Esmeralda is particularly marvellous here - I should have known that she'd have her own pistol to pull on Frollo.
Stand and deliver, your money or your...hot daughter's maidenhead.
Frollo is a charming but slightly psychopathic highwayman, Esmeralda is the haughty and beautiful daughter of a aristocrat. He holds up her carriage, dubcon hatesex ensues.
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* They meet again at a royal masquerade ball. Frollo and his accomplice, Quasimodo, are in disguise like the other guests and plotting to pull off a spectacular heist - stealing from the treasury whilst the party is in full swing. Something goes wrong and Esmeralda is coerced into smuggling Frollo out under her skirts...
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Part One
Paris, January 1762. Night falls early, cold and dark. With it comes fear. The poor are consumed by their fears and oh, they have so many. The instinctive fear of what lurks in the shadows, of freezing to death or starving...of hearing the howl of a hungry wolf on the doorstep.
And some wolves, the worst kind of all, walk on two feet...
The aristocracy do not understand. They have never suffered. The woes of the poor are a world away, out of sight and out of mind. Pull back the velvet shade of your carriage window and you need never see the beggars and their hollow-eyed brats, dying quietly - or violently - in plain view. The wolves do not discriminate. They prey upon the beggars readily but, given the opportunity, they much prefer to seek out richer pickings ( ... )
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Part Two
"Stand and deliver!"
They had been travelling to Paris from their country estate, intending to stay at their townhouse for a month or two, to visit friends and family. Agnes was betrothed to a young rake, Phoebus de Châteaupers, and her mother was eager to begin preparations for their wedding, which would take place in May. They were discussing gowns and flowers when the cry had echoed out and their coach had jerked to an abrupt halt, the horses rearing and snorting in fright. The Comte, blustering and puffing, pushed his wife and daughter behind him as the door to his right was opened from the outside.
"What is the meaning of this? I demand that you let us pass! Valcour, drive on!"
The Hawk sat his horse like a nobleman, one hand on the reins and the other aiming a pistol into the coach. He was tall and slender, impeccably dressed...and his eyes...Agnes shivered as his gaze devoured her, fierce and dark, more terrifying than the pistol or anything she had ever encountered in her life. It was horrible ( ... )
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Part ThreeThey rode in silence, the highwayman and his hostage, his accomplice and their spoils ( ... )
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Part Four
The next few months passed in a blur for Agnes. The ranks of the aristocracy buzzed with gossip following her escapade with the infamous highwayman. She was besieged at every function, her friends clamouring to hear the story again and again. Phoebus and her father were furious, vowing to see the Hawk hanged for his insolence. Her mother thrived upon the attention, embellishing the tale with little horrors for the delight of her peers. Agnes floated through February and March in a daze, remembering the highwayman's voice as he whispered in her ear...
"You're mine."April. Spring in Paris. The King was holding a masquerade ball at the Palais de Louvre. Agnes and her friends talked for hours over tea and cards in the weeks beforehand, discussing their costumes excitedly. The entire court would be there, their faces covered with ornate masks until midnight, when the music and dancing would come to a brief cessation and the King would cry out, "Unmask ( ... )
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