Ou La Mort

ive moved max back over to my multimuse, which can be found here. it’s just easier for me to manage! if you wish to continue interacting with my boi here, then please follow my multi!

i think ive sorted out what they are

camille, in various forms. sometimes he is normal, laughing, smiling, well-dressed, healthy, making snide remarks like he always does. sometimes there is blood pouring out of his neck and mouth and he is still smiling but it feels so wrong. sometimes he looks dead, dead eyes, pale face, white lips. sometimes his head is off his shoulders. no matter what, he always speaks.

sometimes when camille speaks in these hallucinations, he is taunting max. eventually, when max starts forgetting what camille sounded like, he takes on maxs own voice.

he hallucinates blood on his hands that doesnt come off no matter how hard he scrubs them. ink stains turn into blood stains. it stains everywhere he touches.

he hallucinates the executioner, beckoning for him.

max was present during the whole thing, but he had to keep up the image of not caring, of being aloof, just like everyone else was. its indeed a miracle that the fact that max is a half-blood escaped voldemort’s radar, but this is most likely due to the fact that on his fathers side, his family is completely pureblooded and dont marry outside of other purebloods, typically. since max was born out of wedlock, it was easy to hide the truth that his mother was a muggle.

so, max did rush camille to st. mungos immediately after, and he was suffering from his own ailments: paranoia, severe insomnia, night terrors when he did sleep. it was only after the healers insisted that he admitted himself as well.

however, camille and max were discharged from the hospital around the same time, but while camille was on the road to recovery, max very much wasnt. he lied so he could be discharged with camille. after all, someone had to take care of him, but the truth is is that maxs mental health had deteriorated even further.

max is a got damn ravenclaw no one can tell me otherwise (tho im sure the sorting hat also considered hufflepuff...but the ravenclaw traits were slightly stronger)

he’s a half-blood. dad is the wizard and mom is the muggle.

max works for the wizengamot bc of course hed do wizard law 

however...bc of camilles paper that denounced voldemort, and bc max was feeding camille information from things he overheard at work, they were both attacked by death eaters (and survived but..not without Massive Amounts Of Trauma).

max dies at the battle of hogwarts

remember? shit, he nearly forgot. yawning again, camille knows he wants to fall asleep again, another hour or so, maybe two if he wished, but he knows maxime would not be so apt to stay here for that long. he knows how he gets in the quiet, this thoughts driving his energy around them, like preparing to go to war in his office. camille simply cannot find the same drive.

“i’ll get up,” he says, rubbing his eyelids of sleep. “another fifteen minutes, at the most. will you still help me job hunt?” the words come out quicker than his mind can process them—he nearly forgot about that too. he shouldn’t have brought it up, he thinks, for he’d much rather have a day to do nothing at all. to do the simple leisures he’s accustomed to, read the newspaper over coffee, read the classics over again. write what he wants, then drive to the shops for groceries for dinner. job hunting, equipped with all its labors such as building the resume, application processing, even finding the thing, seems entirely unappealing.

camille pulls maxime closer. maybe he can steer maxime’s mind away from it and do something else. a simple reminder in the morning, and the mindlessness to remember late at night when it is too late. he’ll find a job, surely, just not today.

“Mm? Oh, yes, of course I will.” Another thing to add to the list of things to do that his mind is building against his will. A resume, finding a job listing, applications...take a deep breath. It’s not like Maximilien doesn’t bring in a decent amount of money on his own. He does..but he is also the peoples’ lawyer. Half of the time, he doesn’t make them pay the full amount or anything at all, if he can get away with it. Having the second income would be helpful, but--

But it’s fine. Camille will find a job. Why are you so worked up about that at six in the morning?

Maximilien lets himself be pulled closer, settles himself there against Camille’s chest. It’s fine, he tells himself. Everything is fine. So he wraps his arms around Camille’s neck, presses a few kisses to his shoulder. His stomach growls. Maximilien snorts.

Antoine was trying to just—figure this all out. For one, Maximilien wasn’t well, physically. For another, he just seemed beyond stressed or maybe something else? But honestly Antoine felt bad. Who wouldn’t? Maximilien worked as hard as any of them, if not twofold. Antoine just let he deserved a damn break.

“St—“ he started, swallowing once more. “Stay, yes right.” He nodded, wiping his slightly sweaty palms off on his pants. It was warm in this room, and the air was thick and almost stifling. “Where uhm.” Antoine said, looking at the ceiling in his own embarrassment. “Should I sleep then?” He asked. There was a singular bed, as was expected. The floor looked suitable enough.

Maximilien speaking brought his gaze from the ceiling to look at the man before him. “I see.” Antoine spoke after a moment “that’s unfortunate, maybe you should consult someone on it?” He suggested.

Maximilien nearly groans. For someone so intelligent, Antoine could really have a hard time getting the hint at times.

“That’s not--” A deep breath. He laughs a little. Of course, Antoine is still young. This...relationship between them is still new. Maximilien has experienced this (donotthinkofCamilledonotthinkofCamille). He looks for a nightgown in a nearby drawer, shakes his head. “I have not. That doesn’t matter, though. I will just be called crazy, I think.”

A pause, and then he offers something like a smile, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I thought you might sleep next to me. The floor is far too uncomfortable, isn’t it?” Brount has already made his home at the end of the bed, as per usual. “There’s plenty of room, I think. You just have to be mindful of Brount.”

in his dream, the alarm goes off. everyone looks, everyone dazed, wondering, wondering, wondering. what is that noise? something shifts him, ripping him from that scene where everyone is content again to the waking world, where he alone is heavy and confused and tired. camille’s eyes squint open, hearing maxime apologize, his head falling gently back to the pillow.

camille rolls over, successfully maneuvering around brount as not to kick him, and bury his nose into his lover’s chest. he yawns.

the habit is to hear the alarm and force himself to wake up alongside maxime. it was a hard habit to master at first, especially while at school camille would sleep until ten minutes before the first bell rung at louis-le-grand. waking up was a feat in itself, even now it is a struggle to shake the laziness from his bones. at least maxime made the best coffee.

“you’re not going to fall back to sleep,” says camille softly, matter-of-factly through closed eyes. “give me a second, hm?”

“No, I’m not...” he admits, a hand absently coming up to stroke through Camille’s hair. Ah, Camille knows him too well. Once Maximilien is awake, he is awake. Such is the unfortunately reality of his anxiety and insomnia. His brain has already listed off ten things he could be doing right now, but he elects to ignore it, instead opting to snuggle closer to Camille.

“But..honestly. You don’t need to be awake with me,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to Camille’s forehead, eyes closing in his content. Camille is soft, warm. He feels like home, and Maximilien is..comfortable. Brount shifts a little closer, sensing that they’re awake, and he rests his head on Maximilien’s feet.

All is right with the world.

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once again, im sO GLAD.

listen, if i can change even one person’s view on max, then i consider that an accomplishment. lemme tell you that ive been having a Time wading through all the bullshit-

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!!!!! HONESTLY IM SO GLAD!!!

listen, writing him has really changed my perspective on him as well, bc i came into this with the same general knowledge as most people have. i didnt think he was a dictator, no, but i still thought he was just a generally iffy person.

but it’s amazing how deep the propaganda against him has seeped into nearly every portrayal of him. the only book (so far) that ive read that doesnt portray him as some kind of power obsessed monster is peter mcphees biography on him. even fatal purity is iffy at times (but fatal purity also gets crucial historical fact wrong so THERES THAT)