Rody Lamoree works at Vincent Charbonneau's bistro, La gueule de saturne as a waiter. He discovers the unholy things Vincent has done, creating a rift in Rody's life. What'll happen?
this is vincent×rody
This will be the final installation of this fanfic. I'm so happy you all enjoyed this as much as I did.
We'll meet again.
Update: I chugged lemonade last night. 09/05/24 Update: I ate a whole ass lemon bro. 09/05/24 Update: Fun fact! I have naturally ginger hair. 10/20/24
WARNING: this fanfic contains nicotine use, cannibalism/gore, cussing, mention of death, gay stuff(obvi), and regular relationship things.
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-Vince's Pov- After the heartfelt moment dies down, I pull away from the hunger haired man next to me. Mentioning: “We should probably head back home now, it's getting late.”
Rody shrugs and nods. “Yeah- it's probably a good idea.”
‘This is a good day and all- but I'd rather eat actual rat shit than experience this sappy scene any longer than necessary.’ I look at my mother. “No, no. It's too late for you young men to be heading on a train, you can stay the night and leave in the morning.”
I can feel Rody’s gaze on me, I can tell he's unsure of what to do or say, likely because it's my mother.
“Mother, we can catch a train home, it's not a big deal–”
She gives me a death stare, saying quietly enough so that neither Rody nor Diane can hear her words. “Vincent, need we go through this again? I barely get to see you so I'd appreciate if you'd be considerate and stay the night, at the very least humor me. Besides, Rody hasn't seen his mom in years.”
I sigh, deciding not to push it further. “Fine then, we'll stay the night.”
And like that my mother sets us up in one of her guest bedrooms, having us hang out up there while our mother's prepare dinner, Rody sits on the edge of the bed, I lean against the wall, smoking a cigarette.
“So.. In the past twenty-four hours we've gone to your mom's house for a visit, gotten into a fight, made amends, came out to our mother's, and decided to stay the night..” Rody mumbles.
“Uh-huh.” I breathe out a puff of smoke, making my way over and sitting down next to him, playing with his hair a little.
“You know, it's weird.. My whole life, I thought ‘Love is dead’ and yet, in the most sick and twisted fucked up way imaginable.. It isn't, it's alive and flourishing.” I wrap my arm around him and he rest his head on my shoulder with a soft sigh. . . . . . . The End.
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