First Post! "Signed, Mrs Quinn" - Jacob Anderson x Halle Bailey
Characters:
Houston Quinn - Played by Jacob Anderson
Eleanore Bullock - Played by Halle Bailey
Description:
In 1954, Eleanore Bullock spent the summer with her best friend's mysterious French cousin, a harsh accented, reserved, good - looking, intelligent aspiring doctor with all of his hooks in young Eleanore. Houston Quinn - at the end of his summer exploration in New York - is starring down a long trip back to Paris, France. However, he finds it especially hard to leave the regal beauty he met on a brownstone stoop. On their last summer sunset, will they finally confess that the deep rooted feelings that transcend distance?
Hope you enjoy!!
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Summer 1954
Houston Quinn is going to miss New York sunsets.Ā
While he thought that there would ever be beauty that could top that of Parisā glistening sunset and even more sparkling nights - he reveled in his final New York summer day and realized he had never seen something more beautiful.Ā
Well, maybe he has.Ā
Standing next to him, Eleanore Bullock gazes into the yellow sky - her chocolate brown eyes filled with so much amazement that she almost runs into a light pole. With a chesty chuckle, Houston gently pulls her arm to her side - saving her from a pole stricken headache.Ā
āYou always do that, you know?ā Houston's thick French accent notices, settling into the softness of Eleanoreās skin as they walk with their arms connected.
Ā Eleanore looks to Houston, questioning in her eyes. āDo what?ā she questions.Ā
Houston smiles as they join eyes. She doesnāt even know what she does to me.
Ā āThat,ā he said with a gentle smile. Eleanore chuckles. āIām not following,ā she says honestly.Ā
Houston sighs. āThat thing you do with your eyes. You look at everything like itāsā¦pure. Like thereās no wrong in whatever youāre looking at. You see the best in things, Elle,ā he says truthfully, falling into the depths of her gaze.Ā
Like a shy schoolgirl, Eleanoreās cheeks heat in a warm blush; her eyelashes fluttering gently. āWell, Iāve never noticed it,ā she jokes with a short chuckle. āBut you know what you always do?āĀ
āQuoi?ā Houston answers with a teasing raised eyebrow.
Ā Eleanore kisses her teeth. āNow is not the time for a french lesson, Houston!ā Eleanore exclaims, her mind filled with so many miscellaneous words that she doesnāt know how sheāll ever unscramble them.
Ā Houston chuckles. āYouāve taught me many words, Elle. I need to return the favor. So..quoi. qu'est-ce que je fais toujours?āĀ
āWhat do I always do?āĀ
Eleanore smiles to herself when she easily translates his quick words.Ā
āYouāre so observant. I mean, you see everything! You notice everything. Even the smallest things,ā she explains in slight amazement.Ā
Houston nods in understanding. āAnalytics is my thing. Doctors have to notice the small things. I donāt want to diagnose a patient with a common cold when heās really had an infection the whole time. All because I didnāt notice the small details.āĀ
Eleanore smiles. āWhile the smallest things capture you the most, you have one flaw,ā she counters.Ā
Houstonās eyebrow raises stiffly. āWhatās the flaw?ā
Ā Eleanore and Houstonās steps slow as they approach the looming brownstone at the end of the street they were dredging - standing between Eleanoreās house and Houstonās aunt - Maggieās - house. Hesitantly, Eleanore pulls her arm from his.Ā
āYou tend to strip over the big details. The things that are right in front of your face. Old folks say, āIf it was a snake, it wouldāve bit you,āā she says with a soft chuckle
Houston stuffs his hands in his pockets. āAmericans and their sayings,ā he grumbles with a playful roll of his eyes. Eleanore plucks him playfully.
Ā āWhat have I missed Madame Elle? Hmm?ā Houston says, taking a step closer to Eleanore.Ā
On the narrow sidewalk, Houstonās small step feels like a lifelong journey that has settled him almost chest to chest with Eleanore. Naturally, Eleanore cranes her neck to meet Houstonās tall and bulky structure. The sun hides behind his body and the heat coddles both of them, Eleanore falls into the softness of Houstonās features - a pit sheās gotten deeper into since the day they met on this sidewalk only three months prior.
Ā Houston canāt believe that so much has changed for him in only three months. Settling temporarily in America - in hopes of adapting before attending medical school - Houston didnāt think time would grant him something so special such a little amount. But the most special thing - the most beautiful thing was standing before him - in all of her pure, unadulterated glory.Ā
āWhat did I miss, Eleanore?ā he reiterates.Ā
The two of them chuckle at his common butchering of her full name. Since it sounds foreign and crunchy in his mouth, Eleanore would much rather the sweetness of the whisper he releases when he says āElle.āĀ
āI really donāt want you to leave, Houston,ā Eleanore says, taken aback by her bluntness in such a vulnerable place.
Ā Eleanore could never quite understand how such a feeling could build in her stomach without ever feeling Houstonās intimate touch. Without ever indulging in the sweetness of his lips. It seemed from the first moment they stood on this broken concrete, that they were tethered together in some sort of divine connection that neither of them could understand or explain. And from that moment, they both knew that being on opposite sides of the world would pull their tethered string so tight - that their heart might just go with it.Ā
Houston chuckles at the confession, finally pulling his eyes away from Eleanoreās. āItās crazy that youāve waited the entire summer to finally tell me that,ā he said.
Ā Eleanore rolls her eyes playfully. āWell, youāve already known it. Why must I say what you already know?ā she questions.
Ā āBecause I wanted to see your face when you admitted what weāve both known since the first time I laid eyes on you,ā he confessed.Ā
The wind in the darkening sky seems to build up and center itself between Houston and Eleanoreās tense bodies, swiveling them into a whirlwind of unspoken emotions. Eleanore pushes through the tension, taking a step closer to Houston. Shakily, she rests her hand on Houstonās over the pocket of his pants.
Ā āWell, now we both know. And we both know weāre serious. I feel Iāve given you a reason to stay. Why canāt you?ā Eleanore retorts.
Ā Houston has no objection to what Eleanore wants.
Ā In his mind, thereās nothing that can pull him from her. And he knows the feeling is mutual. However, he feels he has no time to answer such an unimportant question. Glancing at Eleanoreās plump and trembling lips - his priorities have shifted to turn the space between them into non-existence. The string between their beating and restless hearts pulls and pulls like an urging warning. Eleanore feels it strongly and it travels to the depths of her stomach.Ā
āCan you teach me something in French?ā Eleanore questions.
Ā Breathless and too enthralled, Houston simply nods. Eleanore swallows hard.
āHow do you say, āKiss meā in french?ā she questions as her chest feels with an intoxicating breath.Ā
Houston smiles, reaching to hold the end of Eleanoreās chin. She whimpers, burning at his touch.Ā
āEmbrasse-moiā, he commands and teaches.
Ā āEmbrasse-moiā Eleanore repeats, almost drooling in anticipation.
Ā And as Houston gently grabs the hull of her face, ready to sink into the softness of her pink lips - a shriek erupts like a gunshot in the beautiful sunset.Ā
āHouston! Houston!ā a sorrowful scream breaks Houston from Eleanore.Ā
Eleanore quickly turns behind her, recognizing Maggieās - her neighbor and Houstonās aunt - voice running down the stairs in a nightgown. Looking past her intimate nature, Eleanore stricken by the eyeliner streaked tears coming down Maggieās face. To Eleanore, Margaret Quinn is one of the most elegant women she knows. Seeing her so broken sends a chill up her spine.Ā
āTante Maggie! Whatās the matter? Why are you crying?ā, Houston rushes, stepping past Eleanore and running to catch Maggieās falling body.Ā
Maggie collapses as Houston hoists her into his arms, enveloping her.Ā
āItās Aimeeā, she chokes, burying herself into Houston.Ā
Watching from a distance, Eleanore recognizes the name to be Houstonās mother.Ā
Sheās waiting for him back in Paris.
Ā Houston frantically looks down to Maggie, searching her face worriedly.Ā
āMe meman? What about her? Is she okay?ā Houston rushes.
Ā Sucking in a breath, Maggie gains all of her strength to scream
Ā āSheās dead! My lord, Aimee is dead!ā
Ā Eleanore has always admired Houstonās bronze skin. Sheās always loved how warm it felt in a short hug. She adores it. But in the moment that Maggieās scream breaks the mold of her weeping sadness, Houstonās face drains itself of its color. His grip on Maggie loosens and she stumbles.
Ā āHouston, my darling. Sheās gone,ā Maggie weeps.
Ā āMama,ā Houston mutters, tears dripping from his eyes. Shell shocked, he looks out at Eleanore - whose body has frozen from the quickness of the events. She stumbles forward, reaching out for him.Ā
āHouston, Iām sorry,ā is all she can muster.
Ā But it seems that Houston doesnāt even hear her. In fact, he gently sets Maggie down on the stoop of her brownstone, kissing her forehead and stoically dredging up the stairs. Eleanore runs up the steps, passing by Maggie.Ā
āHouston?ā she calls, not quite sure what sheās calling for.
Ā But once again, it seems Houston just canāt hear her.Ā
As Eleanore calls his name with a burning lump in her throat, Houston retreats into Maggieās brownstone, mumbling to himself as he closes the door behind him. Eleanore stands on the stoop next to Maggie, sealing her eyes as hot, prickling tears settle there.Ā
As her eyes fall, her mind makes a mental snapshot of her last memory of Houston Quinn - his back forever turned to her.
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A/N: Hello beautiful people! If you don't know yet, my name is Kelsi and I'm a published romance author and poet! While I love the world of being able to share my sappy work with a bunch of willing readers, I've had the desire to get back to my roots - FAN FICTION! It never left me and I'm so happy that I'm writing again! Technically, all of my published work is some sort of fan fiction and this excerpt is no different. This snippet is the prologue of my next novel, "Signed, Mrs. Quinn" - a arranged marriage romance featuring these beautiful characters. It is set for release in August of this year! I hope this caught your attention and if you wanna know more about this book, following my instagram and tiktok - @allshedoesiswrites - for updates and drafting posts! I hope I caught your attention and i hope you stay and read awhile
A/N #2: What are your thoughts!? What do you think is next for Eleanore and Houston? Any predictions for the novel? Leave any suggestions, comments or requests for future stories in the comments! Share with all of your friends that would be interested! Thanks!
Xo, Kelsiš

















