50 Shades of Capitalism

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(Durkheim POV)

Durkheim was on his way to tell his enemy Karl Marx exactly what he thought of communism and the idiocy this man had been spreading. Preaching these absolutely ridiculous ideals, the man was uneducated and proposed an idea against capitalism, a booming belief that helped develop the economy. Durkheim was angry and appalled by Marx and he certainly was not about to go down without a fight.

Durkheim got to Karl's door and noticed the curtains had been drawn, he wondered to himself that maybe Karl had left to go and preach out of town, so he turned to walk back to where he came when he heard a familiar soft voice echoing through the halls behind the door. 'Karl', it rang through Durkheim's ears as if he was stood in the same room as the person. Then he realized, it was Y/N. Or it was only someone who sounded suspiciously similar because surely it wasn't the person he had met on the streets... then the window above the door caught his eye.

A glimpse of movement caused Durkheim to slowly back up to see who else was inside, then he saw Y/N with his own two unbelieving eyes. Fury built up inside him and his fists clenched viciously. First he was spreading political poison, now he stealing whom he desired. Durkheim decided then that Karl must pay for his actions.

Suddenly, the pair were both on the bed, Karl was being straddled by Y/N. Durkheim turned and left, he ran, faster than he had ever run. His jacket flying with the wind and his tears rolling down his cheek catching in his luscious beard. He had never felt this way before, he was filled with such rage and jealousy he wanted Y/N and he was going to get them.

He opened the door to his house and slammed it shut provoking the woman he was with on the night he first set eyes on Y/N to appear. She was a natural beauty, always had been and Durkheim admired the fact she embraced this, he was slightly relieved to see her face. But then a woman followed closely after her. He sighed, another harlot. 'Sylvie what have i told you about bringing women home. You're making it too obvious, please don't start this again.' Sylvie was taken a back by Durkheim's words, she knew he didn't mean it and that he was just frustrated by something, she could see the tear staining around his eyes and could hear the quickness of his breath.

'I'll have you know, Emile, that this is my friend, her name is Fran, we were friends in boarding school. Fran, this is my husband Emile.' Fran smiled and held out a delicate hand, her eyes were intense but offered Durkheim an unusual sense of comfort. 'I'm aware this marriage is purely an 'arrangement', is that correct. I wouldn't want to intrude on anything in your house, sir.' She was polite, caring, not like the other women Sylvie had been bringing home, he softened his facial features and spoke to her gently, 'my apologies Fran, I'm afraid you caught me at awfully bad moment, so let me try again. I'm Durkheim and it is a real pleasure to meet a friend of Sylvie's, you are completely welcome here.' and he took Fran's hand and they exchanged a brief solid handshake. He knew people didn't agree with two women together but it kept Sylvie happy, busy and out of the way.

After spending an hour or so watching the time pass in his office Durkheim decided he needed fresh air and walked out the door, passing the women in a lovers embrace. He was pacing round the market watching all these poor exploited workers and feeling joy that his ideals were still in place, they were slaves to a system he ran. The joy passed very rapidly when he saw Y/N buying flowers from a small market stall, once again he was enraged.

He walked over to Y/N with composure and grabbed their wrist dragging them through the streets to a back alley that concealed them from the public eye. 'hello Y/N' he snapped, Y/N looked confused, they were struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Then they tiled their head and said 'oh Durkheim.. hello, its good to see you, I've been looking for you you everywhere' and they let out a slightly relieved sigh. Durkheim scoffed and rubbed his beard between his thumb and index finger, 'looking for me at Karl Marx's place, yes of course i'd be there why didn't i think of that' he began to raise his voice. Y/N was shocked, very clearly by the look on their face and their whole body went rigid. 'It's not what you-' Durkheim reached out and grabbed Y/N by the neck. 'not what Y/N. NOT WHAT.' he began to clench harder as he backed Y/N into the alley wall.

'Communism is poppycock my dear absolute lies, its not OUR Y/N its MY Y/N. do you understand that?' Y/N was stunned into silence they could only whimper as they nodded their head slightly. He then removed his hand and let out a small laugh. 'Good gender neutral person' he responded with a smirk, as he tucked a piece of hair behind Y/N's ear.