More fic for wicked3659
Title: Waltz in Blue (02/??)
Verse: TFA humanized and very AU
Rating: PG 13 to R
Words: 1480
Warnings: Humanizations, genderbending, implications of sexual behavior and prostitution. Nothing graphic but it is mentioned as part of the setting. Possible failure on historical references. Butchering french because I'm sucktastic like that. Absolute crack with a serving of fluff.
Summary: Jolie (Jazz) dreamed of making a name of herself as seamstress, her dreams would bring her much more.
Notes:for wicked3659 who wanted some PJ fluff. Thanks to niyazi_a for her help picking up Blurr's name. :B
Not beta read yet.
Paul always woke earlier than most of the staff with the exception of the chef who was always up way before the sunrise and would go to bed way after the moon was high in the sky. He cleaned his rooms and sorted through his tasks of the day as he did every single day since he was brought into Yolande's service.
The first item to be taken care of were some small bushes Yolande had acquired in some far away land a long time ago. The tiny bushes needed attention and cares on a regular basis, proper trimming and watering were essential to keeping them well and healthy. When Yolande first entrusted him with the care of a few bushes from her collection, she was so impressed with his gardening hand she gifted a pair to him.
After tending to his petite trees, Paul headed to the washroom to get himself cleaned and washed, his clothes for the day were already laying neatly on his bed along with a roll of clean bandages. After washing and drying he began to dress up, carefully beginning to wrap the bandages around his chest and shoulder and, once satisfied the bandages were at the right tightness, he put on his shirt and vest and began to comb and tie his hair into his familiar pony tail with the satin ribbon, finishing his get up with a long coat matching a full tan set.
Once satisfied with his upkeep, he picked the envelope with Jolie's invitation and slipped it into the inside pocket of his overcoat and left to deliver the invitation, he placed the pouch with her payment into one of the larger pockets of his coat. Outside, the carriage driver, Blaise, was already waiting for him and after a simple nod in greeting, Paul climbed into the carriage. "To mademoiselle Jolie's workshop, please."
Blaise waited until Paul was seating safely in the carriage and guided the two horses into motion. Paul felt a tad nervous during the whole trip although he tried to hide it as well as he could, the secretive nature of his existence since he was smuggled out of the brothel always made him squirmy about being touched by others in the way Jolie would have to in order to take his measurements.
It got to the point once he reached his maximum height, anyone trying to confection outfits for him would be presented with an already made outfit to use as basis for measures and Paul would instruct any necessary adjustments to the clothes makers. But he was sure Jolie would not take that from him if she was to make a most perfect outfit and he only hoped things wouldn't be too awkward.
Paul arrived at Jolie's workshop early in the morning, the young seamstress was just outside her workshop with a broom, cleaning the entrance with a young child helping her clean the windows. He knew from Yolande and Blaise that Jolie didn't have any employees, but would often hire the children of the neighborhood to help her do some minor cleaning to help them earn a few francs for sweets or for savings.
"That's good enough for today, Julien," Jolie said as she ruffled the boy's hair and she dug into a pocket sewn to the apron over her skirt and she pulled a couple of coins. "Don't forget to share with Jules, ok?"
"Will do!" The boy smiled happily and set the bucket and rag down as he ran away happily to share his reward with his brother.
"Mademoiselle," Paul said as he climbed down the carriage and bowed once in greeting. "I hope I haven't come at an inconvenient time."
"Bonjour monsieur Paul." Jolie greeted the man and shook her head with a smile. "Not at all, I was just cleaning the entrance a little, I'm just beginning my day."
Paul nodded and approached the woman. "Madame Yolande is most pleased with your work, I come to deliver the remaining payment and an invitation to her upcoming party." He pulled the envelope from his pocket and offered it to the seamstress.
Jolie enjoyed celebrations and parties but she knew in part if she was invited to the courtesan's celebration it was mostly as an opportunity to showcase her goods and expose her artistry to potential clients. It was an invitation she would be foolish to overlook. "Thank you, please let Madame know it will be my absolute pleasure to accept her gracious invitation."
Paul nodded and reached into his pocket for the money. "If you don't mind, there is also something else I would like to discuss with you. In the shop."
Jolie nodded and led the man into her shop, closing the door behind to give them the small measure of privacy she thought the man was seeking. "What can I do for you, monsieur?"
"Mademoiselle Jolie, Madame Yolande would like to request your expertise to craft an appropriate outfit for me to wear to this important event." Paul tried to hold back the growing need to fidget and relax a little.
"Oh! It will be my pleasure to design and confection an outfit for you." Jolie practically beamed with excitement and before Paul knew what was going on, he was made to stand on a small stool, his coat thrown at the back of a chair, and had his arms outstretched to the sides while Jolie took his measurements.
"Just hold still!" Jolie said with utmost concentration as she took on the length of Paul's arms, then their circumference. She noticed although he was lean and slim he was definitely no weakling, his arms were toned just enough for strength and good shape, denoting someone who definitely knew exercise and hard work on a regular basis.
She moved on to measure his chest and waist, when she wrapped her tape around the man's chest, he fingers brushed against the shirt, and even through the fabric she could feel the bandages underneath. She wondered if perhaps he was injured or recovering from a work accident. If such was the case he definitely didn't show it.
Paul was feeling uneasy and a tad nervous as Jolie measured him and more so when she knelt down to take measures for the trousers. Her hand so close to his crotch really made him the most uneasy, and he couldn't help himself as he looked down at what she was doing only to be greeted partially by the sight of her cleavage. He looked back up immediately and blushed deeply and wondered how a woman could maneuver around carrying such curves.
Jolie did frown a little when she was taking the measures, trying to make sure she'd get the right numbers down to make a comfortable outfit for him. "All done now, thank you." Jolie stood up and smiled at him as he ushered him to hop down the stool.
Paul felt like he should feel extremely offended or at least bothered by the way he was so unceremoniously handled but couldn't find it in him to be angry or mildly disturbed when faced with that charming smile. "...Yes, of course."
"I'll have your first fitting test ready in a few days." Jolie wrote down the notes and then looked at Paul. "I haven't opened the invitation yet, how long do I have?"
"The party is in one month precisely." Prowl picked up his coat and put it on. Jolie frowned at the tan color, it looked good on him but it was a little too dull for that lovely auburn hair.
"Got any color in mind?"
"Anything but white," Paul said as he fixed the coat. "Aside from that, I entirely trust your good taste and unmatched skills."
Jolie smiled and her eyes twinkled in a way that said she genuinely appreciated the compliment coming from him. Paul felt his face heating up as she smiled at him. "I will work my hardest to make sure this outfit is to your expectations, monsieur Paul. I look forward to work with you."
"The honor is mine, and please...just Paul."
Jolie laughed a little. "Alright...Paul."
By now Paul wasn't even sure if his blush was already showing in bright red over his face. "I must tend to other duties. I shall see you in a few days, then?"
"Three days," Jolie specified the time and winked. "It's a date."
Paul cleared his throat and turned to leave. "Three days, then. Have a good day, mademoiselle."
Jolie chuckled and waved at the young man. He was rather cute when he was blushing and Jolie had the impression the man was younger than she had originally guessed but she found that made him a lot more endearing.
"Back to work, Jolie." She spoke to herself and looked down at the measurements, already designing the outfit on her mind.
Verse: TFA humanized and very AU
Rating: PG 13 to R
Words: 1480
Warnings: Humanizations, genderbending, implications of sexual behavior and prostitution. Nothing graphic but it is mentioned as part of the setting. Possible failure on historical references. Butchering french because I'm sucktastic like that. Absolute crack with a serving of fluff.
Summary: Jolie (Jazz) dreamed of making a name of herself as seamstress, her dreams would bring her much more.
Notes:for wicked3659 who wanted some PJ fluff. Thanks to niyazi_a for her help picking up Blurr's name. :B
Not beta read yet.
Paul always woke earlier than most of the staff with the exception of the chef who was always up way before the sunrise and would go to bed way after the moon was high in the sky. He cleaned his rooms and sorted through his tasks of the day as he did every single day since he was brought into Yolande's service.
The first item to be taken care of were some small bushes Yolande had acquired in some far away land a long time ago. The tiny bushes needed attention and cares on a regular basis, proper trimming and watering were essential to keeping them well and healthy. When Yolande first entrusted him with the care of a few bushes from her collection, she was so impressed with his gardening hand she gifted a pair to him.
After tending to his petite trees, Paul headed to the washroom to get himself cleaned and washed, his clothes for the day were already laying neatly on his bed along with a roll of clean bandages. After washing and drying he began to dress up, carefully beginning to wrap the bandages around his chest and shoulder and, once satisfied the bandages were at the right tightness, he put on his shirt and vest and began to comb and tie his hair into his familiar pony tail with the satin ribbon, finishing his get up with a long coat matching a full tan set.
Once satisfied with his upkeep, he picked the envelope with Jolie's invitation and slipped it into the inside pocket of his overcoat and left to deliver the invitation, he placed the pouch with her payment into one of the larger pockets of his coat. Outside, the carriage driver, Blaise, was already waiting for him and after a simple nod in greeting, Paul climbed into the carriage. "To mademoiselle Jolie's workshop, please."
Blaise waited until Paul was seating safely in the carriage and guided the two horses into motion. Paul felt a tad nervous during the whole trip although he tried to hide it as well as he could, the secretive nature of his existence since he was smuggled out of the brothel always made him squirmy about being touched by others in the way Jolie would have to in order to take his measurements.
It got to the point once he reached his maximum height, anyone trying to confection outfits for him would be presented with an already made outfit to use as basis for measures and Paul would instruct any necessary adjustments to the clothes makers. But he was sure Jolie would not take that from him if she was to make a most perfect outfit and he only hoped things wouldn't be too awkward.
Paul arrived at Jolie's workshop early in the morning, the young seamstress was just outside her workshop with a broom, cleaning the entrance with a young child helping her clean the windows. He knew from Yolande and Blaise that Jolie didn't have any employees, but would often hire the children of the neighborhood to help her do some minor cleaning to help them earn a few francs for sweets or for savings.
"That's good enough for today, Julien," Jolie said as she ruffled the boy's hair and she dug into a pocket sewn to the apron over her skirt and she pulled a couple of coins. "Don't forget to share with Jules, ok?"
"Will do!" The boy smiled happily and set the bucket and rag down as he ran away happily to share his reward with his brother.
"Mademoiselle," Paul said as he climbed down the carriage and bowed once in greeting. "I hope I haven't come at an inconvenient time."
"Bonjour monsieur Paul." Jolie greeted the man and shook her head with a smile. "Not at all, I was just cleaning the entrance a little, I'm just beginning my day."
Paul nodded and approached the woman. "Madame Yolande is most pleased with your work, I come to deliver the remaining payment and an invitation to her upcoming party." He pulled the envelope from his pocket and offered it to the seamstress.
Jolie enjoyed celebrations and parties but she knew in part if she was invited to the courtesan's celebration it was mostly as an opportunity to showcase her goods and expose her artistry to potential clients. It was an invitation she would be foolish to overlook. "Thank you, please let Madame know it will be my absolute pleasure to accept her gracious invitation."
Paul nodded and reached into his pocket for the money. "If you don't mind, there is also something else I would like to discuss with you. In the shop."
Jolie nodded and led the man into her shop, closing the door behind to give them the small measure of privacy she thought the man was seeking. "What can I do for you, monsieur?"
"Mademoiselle Jolie, Madame Yolande would like to request your expertise to craft an appropriate outfit for me to wear to this important event." Paul tried to hold back the growing need to fidget and relax a little.
"Oh! It will be my pleasure to design and confection an outfit for you." Jolie practically beamed with excitement and before Paul knew what was going on, he was made to stand on a small stool, his coat thrown at the back of a chair, and had his arms outstretched to the sides while Jolie took his measurements.
"Just hold still!" Jolie said with utmost concentration as she took on the length of Paul's arms, then their circumference. She noticed although he was lean and slim he was definitely no weakling, his arms were toned just enough for strength and good shape, denoting someone who definitely knew exercise and hard work on a regular basis.
She moved on to measure his chest and waist, when she wrapped her tape around the man's chest, he fingers brushed against the shirt, and even through the fabric she could feel the bandages underneath. She wondered if perhaps he was injured or recovering from a work accident. If such was the case he definitely didn't show it.
Paul was feeling uneasy and a tad nervous as Jolie measured him and more so when she knelt down to take measures for the trousers. Her hand so close to his crotch really made him the most uneasy, and he couldn't help himself as he looked down at what she was doing only to be greeted partially by the sight of her cleavage. He looked back up immediately and blushed deeply and wondered how a woman could maneuver around carrying such curves.
Jolie did frown a little when she was taking the measures, trying to make sure she'd get the right numbers down to make a comfortable outfit for him. "All done now, thank you." Jolie stood up and smiled at him as he ushered him to hop down the stool.
Paul felt like he should feel extremely offended or at least bothered by the way he was so unceremoniously handled but couldn't find it in him to be angry or mildly disturbed when faced with that charming smile. "...Yes, of course."
"I'll have your first fitting test ready in a few days." Jolie wrote down the notes and then looked at Paul. "I haven't opened the invitation yet, how long do I have?"
"The party is in one month precisely." Prowl picked up his coat and put it on. Jolie frowned at the tan color, it looked good on him but it was a little too dull for that lovely auburn hair.
"Got any color in mind?"
"Anything but white," Paul said as he fixed the coat. "Aside from that, I entirely trust your good taste and unmatched skills."
Jolie smiled and her eyes twinkled in a way that said she genuinely appreciated the compliment coming from him. Paul felt his face heating up as she smiled at him. "I will work my hardest to make sure this outfit is to your expectations, monsieur Paul. I look forward to work with you."
"The honor is mine, and please...just Paul."
Jolie laughed a little. "Alright...Paul."
By now Paul wasn't even sure if his blush was already showing in bright red over his face. "I must tend to other duties. I shall see you in a few days, then?"
"Three days," Jolie specified the time and winked. "It's a date."
Paul cleared his throat and turned to leave. "Three days, then. Have a good day, mademoiselle."
Jolie chuckled and waved at the young man. He was rather cute when he was blushing and Jolie had the impression the man was younger than she had originally guessed but she found that made him a lot more endearing.
"Back to work, Jolie." She spoke to herself and looked down at the measurements, already designing the outfit on her mind.