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It was a day like all the others. Little cloudy but also some wind. The french assassin , François always did his job pretty good. Women loved him and men were oh so fascinated by his talent. Even though the auvergnat is an aristocrat, he fights for the freedom if mankind. Like his father before him, he had a risky relationship to the Laporte family. Since the two were kids, they hated each other. The Parigot, Jérôme was so cold hearted. He didn't thought the so flirty François will every at least like him a bit. Day by day the time passed. The two boys grew up away from each other, that was good. The Lusieux lost their alibi as templar. Now everyone knows they are one of the most powerful french assassin families. It maked their hate grow stronger. Even though they never knew each other. They have never seen each other, the hatred against each other never stopped.

"François~" said his lover, Marguerite. The light brown haired woman sat on his bed, naked to the bone, to see him. The auvergnat sighed in relief "ah Bonjour ma chérie" he said before taking off most of his armour and stuff. "You look so tierd" she said as her lover lied next to her. "Was it that bad in Lyon?" His eyes looked so tierd, he didn't even had the force to reply. After a certain time he whispered "Let me sleep, ma belle" to then sleep in. Lately he didn't feel a thing for his fiancée anymore. No. He started to get intrest into his enemie. François was crazy about his raf. His mother got killed by one of Laporte's men. But to his good, an allie of Jérôme's father died. Who was undercover messager for the credo. So of course François was invited. He will have to go on the way for Paris soon. Paris, la ville de l'amour. May he find his real love there?

After a not so bad going break up for François with Marguerite just a day after his arrival in Clément-Ferant, Auvergne. Now his journey goes to Paris, to the funeral. He managed to not be known in Paris. Thanks to some spies and allies.

After his arrival in Paris, François noticed something. The atmosphere around here wasn't like before. He heard of the problems with Louis. XVI. Pulling over his hoodie he decided to go into a bar called "Buscarone". Payed a room, and a bottle of rosé. Next to him, a man, totally wasted. With beautiful blue eyes , and his dark brown hair.... pretty attractive. The auvergnat couldn't really look at the man without blushing. What the hell?! He thought. The waitress had kept an eye on the attractive man. While, the wasted man, talked to François. "So why are you here?!" He asked "eh I am here because of a friends funeral, tomorrow. To not cry too much I burry my sarrow in alcohol." Was the blondies reply. "I need to be on a funural tomorrow, too! It's boriiiiiing~ eh. Waitress, another bottle of Chardonais, s'il te plaît! Oh and my name is Jérôme, Jérôme de Laporte" François flinched "ah oui. François, François Beaupré!" He lied. So this was his enemy. The two talked a lot. And a lot, both getting wasted.

Next morning. François woke up in his bed, alone. Ejoying the silence. The sun just got up. So he had time. Took a hot bath, prepared himself for the funeral. Taking his time, he dressed up, his weapons ready to stricke. In a bonlieux of Paris, the funural took place. It was a little one. Not many people. Jérôme too.

Just after it, François was about to follow Jérôme. Before , Jérôme himself, went to him "You are François from yesterday in the bar?" "Oui, c'est moi" he replied "follow me, mon ami" he said holding out a hand, the auvergnat nodded at the Parigot.

A long walk waited for them. The two laughed, and talked about themselves. To then end up in an abondoned temple-sort thing. Very baroque. "Let's sit down" were Jérôme's words before taking some wine and two glasses "I come here often. To talk. To just talk, for real" and awkward silence was in the room as the Parigot filled the glasses with wine. To then drink a bit. "I know who you are. François Lusieux. The second I saw you I know who you were" he slightly leaned forward on the desk. François was getting pink. He didn't want to show though. "I agree. Jérôme Laporte. Mon chère. You fascinate me. So sneaky" then drank half of his glass " 1750 Riesling?" The auvergnat asked and Jérôme nodded "good taste. At least one of the templars
has"

Silence. The room was isolated from every kind of sound. After they both finished their glace. Jérôme started "I hated you from the beginning, but I have found you so facinating. I was so obssessed with finding out things about you" Francois cheeks were red. "Eh I ... eh... I mean me too" he tried to stay serious "shall we end this is a sword fight. Fair. " "bien sûr!" was Jérômes answer to then take off all his other weapons. François letted his hiddenblades fall, his bionett, daggers, knives, everything.

They stepped into the middle of the empty room, no armour no other weapons then a sword. They stood back on back to then take 5 steps and turn around "en garde!" Said François "à l'attaque!" Jérôme replied. The two ran onto each other. Sword on sword. Their fight looked like a dance. Not an only drip of blood has been flowing, not a single scratch has been made. "Fracinent!" Yelled Jérôme "Usually people would have been dead on the floor by now. But you. You are a worthy enemie, mon chère" François grinned as he dodged another of his attacks. The blafes clenching on each other. "Moi? Fracinent? You must be mistaken. You are. One dodge and the people are dead, but you ,you can hold on" by his little speech, he hot distracted, and Jérôme pushed him on the ground, right onto the wall. Pointing his swords tip onto his chest.

François eyes looked up at the Parigot, as his enemie hesitated to kill him, his own sword to far away to fight back. "What are you waiting for?" He asked "Tue moi!" Jérôme lost his grip around the sword and it fell right next to François one. He kneeled down. "I can't just simply kill you, mon chère." Were his words before holding him onto the wall. He held his rivals arms and tied them with some silk. Sat on him and smiled "I know it is forbidden. I know it is not good. But if there is one thing I want , if there is one thing I admire the most, it is you" his lips went on his. The kiss became more and more passionate. It seemed like François indeed loved him back "je crois que je t'aime" the Parigot had his arms around his partners waist. "I won't let you go, compris?" François nodded vilontly "can you give me another kiss? " Jérôme's whole face light up at his question and kissed his lover. Then untying him. "Tonight at the bar Buscarone, in my room, oui?" The auvergnat suggested and rubbed the Parigos nose, having his arms around his neck. "With please. Go through the window. I'll say you fleed. A ce soir, mon amour" Jérôme waved and François did a leap of faith out of the window, waving back.

The bar Buscarone wasn't secure from that night on. The room 4 was locked, windows and door. Every kind of glass and things you can see through are closed so no one is able to look at them. Another story between a templar and an assassin begins. The two men that at first couldn't stand each other, are now madly in love.

Fin ~❤

Description
It was a day like all the others. Little cloudy but also some wind. The french assassin , François always did his job pretty good. Women loved him and men were oh so fascinated by his talent. Even though the auvergnat is an aristocrat, he fights for the freedom if mankind. Like his father before him, he had a risky relationship to the Laporte family. Since the two were kids, they hated each other. The Parigot, Jérôme was so cold hearted. He didn't thought the so flirty François will every at least like him a bit. Day by day the time passed. The two boys grew up away from each other, that was good. The Lusieux lost their alibi as templar. Now everyone knows they are one of the most powerful french assassin families. It maked their hate grow stronger. Even though they never knew each other. They have never seen each other, the hatred against each other never stopped.

"François~" said his lover, Marguerite. The light brown haired woman sat on his bed, naked to the bone, to see him. The auvergnat sighed in relief "ah Bonjour ma chérie" he said before taking off most of his armour and stuff. "You look so tierd" she said as her lover lied next to her. "Was it that bad in Lyon?" His eyes looked so tierd, he didn't even had the force to reply. After a certain time he whispered "Let me sleep, ma belle" to then sleep in. Lately he didn't feel a thing for his fiancée anymore. No. He started to get intrest into his enemie. François was crazy about his raf. His mother got killed by one of Laporte's men. But to his good, an allie of Jérôme's father died. Who was undercover messager for the credo. So of course François was invited. He will have to go on the way for Paris soon. Paris, la ville de l'amour. May he find his real love there?

After a not so bad going break up for François with Marguerite just a day after his arrival in Clément-Ferant, Auvergne. Now his journey goes to Paris, to the funeral. He managed to not be known in Paris. Thanks to some spies and allies.

After his arrival in Paris, François noticed something. The atmosphere around here wasn't like before. He heard of the problems with Louis. XVI. Pulling over his hoodie he decided to go into a bar called "Buscarone". Payed a room, and a bottle of rosé. Next to him, a man, totally wasted. With beautiful blue eyes , and his dark brown hair.... pretty attractive. The auvergnat couldn't really look at the man without blushing. What the hell?! He thought. The waitress had kept an eye on the attractive man. While, the wasted man, talked to François. "So why are you here?!" He asked "eh I am here because of a friends funeral, tomorrow. To not cry too much I burry my sarrow in alcohol." Was the blondies reply. "I need to be on a funural tomorrow, too! It's boriiiiiing~ eh. Waitress, another bottle of Chardonais, s'il te plaît! Oh and my name is Jérôme, Jérôme de Laporte" François flinched "ah oui. François, François Beaupré!" He lied. So this was his enemy. The two talked a lot. And a lot, both getting wasted.

Next morning. François woke up in his bed, alone. Ejoying the silence. The sun just got up. So he had time. Took a hot bath, prepared himself for the funeral. Taking his time, he dressed up, his weapons ready to stricke. In a bonlieux of Paris, the funural took place. It was a little one. Not many people. Jérôme too.

Just after it, François was about to follow Jérôme. Before , Jérôme himself, went to him "You are François from yesterday in the bar?" "Oui, c'est moi" he replied "follow me, mon ami" he said holding out a hand, the auvergnat nodded at the Parigot.

A long walk waited for them. The two laughed, and talked about themselves. To then end up in an abondoned temple-sort thing. Very baroque. "Let's sit down" were Jérôme's words before taking some wine and two glasses "I come here often. To talk. To just talk, for real" and awkward silence was in the room as the Parigot filled the glasses with wine. To then drink a bit. "I know who you are. François Lusieux. The second I saw you I know who you were" he slightly leaned forward on the desk. François was getting pink. He didn't want to show though. "I agree. Jérôme Laporte. Mon chère. You fascinate me. So sneaky" then drank half of his glass " 1750 Riesling?" The auvergnat asked and Jérôme nodded "good taste. At least one of the templars
has"

Silence. The room was isolated from every kind of sound. After they both finished their glace. Jérôme started "I hated you from the beginning, but I have found you so facinating. I was so obssessed with finding out things about you" Francois cheeks were red. "Eh I ... eh... I mean me too" he tried to stay serious "shall we end this is a sword fight. Fair. " "bien sûr!" was Jérômes answer to then take off all his other weapons. François letted his hiddenblades fall, his bionett, daggers, knives, everything.

They stepped into the middle of the empty room, no armour no other weapons then a sword. They stood back on back to then take 5 steps and turn around "en garde!" Said François "à l'attaque!" Jérôme replied. The two ran onto each other. Sword on sword. Their fight looked like a dance. Not an only drip of blood has been flowing, not a single scratch has been made. "Fracinent!" Yelled Jérôme "Usually people would have been dead on the floor by now. But you. You are a worthy enemie, mon chère" François grinned as he dodged another of his attacks. The blafes clenching on each other. "Moi? Fracinent? You must be mistaken. You are. One dodge and the people are dead, but you ,you can hold on" by his little speech, he hot distracted, and Jérôme pushed him on the ground, right onto the wall. Pointing his swords tip onto his chest.

François eyes looked up at the Parigot, as his enemie hesitated to kill him, his own sword to far away to fight back. "What are you waiting for?" He asked "Tue moi!" Jérôme lost his grip around the sword and it fell right next to François one. He kneeled down. "I can't just simply kill you, mon chère." Were his words before holding him onto the wall. He held his rivals arms and tied them with some silk. Sat on him and smiled "I know it is forbidden. I know it is not good. But if there is one thing I want , if there is one thing I admire the most, it is you" his lips went on his. The kiss became more and more passionate. It seemed like François indeed loved him back "je crois que je t'aime" the Parigot had his arms around his partners waist. "I won't let you go, compris?" François nodded vilontly "can you give me another kiss? " Jérôme's whole face light up at his question and kissed his lover. Then untying him. "Tonight at the bar Buscarone, in my room, oui?" The auvergnat suggested and rubbed the Parigos nose, having his arms around his neck. "With please. Go through the window. I'll say you fleed. A ce soir, mon amour" Jérôme waved and François did a leap of faith out of the window, waving back.

The bar Buscarone wasn't secure from that night on. The room 4 was locked, windows and door. Every kind of glass and things you can see through are closed so no one is able to look at them. Another story between a templar and an assassin begins. The two men that at first couldn't stand each other, are now madly in love.

Fin ~❤