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The sunlight poured in through the glass door whose luxuriously soft curtains were pulled aside (as always). The beams of light shone on the small hairs on your exposed arms as you pulled the blankets further to conceal your bare chest.
“Stop fidgeting. And you’ve gone out of position.” The Frenchman says in a monotone voice, used to your squirming by now. He holds his pencil between his teeth as his thumb smears pencil lines on the canvas. “Pull the blanket back, please.”
“Francis, is it really necessary for me to be naked?” Your face was flushed as you tipped your head up to address your gifted lover.
“Essential, ma fleur [1],” He smirked as he snuck glances from behind his canvas. “It’s only your breast. At least I let you cover your bottom half.”
“I’m never modelling for you again.” You huffed indignantly once he called out that he was finished (he had even thrown a sheet over the canvas, the exhibitionist). Gathering the blanket around your body, you rushed into your bedroom to change into something comfortable.
“Would you rather I scout the streets of Paris for a prostitute to do it for me?” He lit a cigarette and opened the windows to let the smoke drift out. The view was spectacular, and was often the cynosure of most of Francis’s earliest paintings (that he later destroyed in a fit of insecurity).
“Certainly not.” You strode into the room in one of his old shirts and short shorts you dug out from the bottom of your drawers.
“You’re acting much too prudish. Perhaps you shouldn’t spend that much time with that British boy.”
“Arthur is my friend.”
“You’re even talking like him.” Francis’s brows furrowed as he drew another drag off his fag. Miniscule, but you noticed. A twinge of jealousy, maybe?
“He’s just helping me edit my book, you know that.” You rested your head on his broad chest and let him wrap his arms around your waist, his stubble tickling your cheek as he showered your face and neck with kisses. His hands slid over your body with grace – pretty much like everything else he did, you noted. Francis was such a charming and elegant man, especially in comparison to your awkwardness and ineptness. Yet he still loved you, cherished you, to use one of his favorite English words. Artists were known for being superficial, but even your horrid clumsiness was divine in his lovely azure eyes.
“What are you thinking about, hmm?” He spoke softly in your ear and you felt yourself blush.
“About how ugly I must look in that piece of yours.” You held his hands before they could wander farther. “You have a knack for being painfully realistic.”
“Ma petite [2], I assure you, you could never look ugly.” Francis smiled and gestured for you to climb down from the window ledge. You stepped on the wooden floors and he tossed his stub of a cigarette outside, closing the window and unveiling his finished piece.
Even though it was just a sketch, the beauty of his carefully strategized lines made your eyes well with tears. It was impossible, how beautiful he had made you. He had given you curves, a secretive smile Mona Lisa would’ve been envious of, and slender, doll-like hands. You looked like an angel, but still, remarkably, like you. Except… graceful.
“Oh, Francis.”
“I want you to look at this whenever you’re having one of those days,” You were a little alarmed that he knew about your insecurity, but you figured you didn’t hide it well enough either, “I want you to feel as beautiful as I see you.”
For once, you, the writer, was at a loss for words. It seemed like all the words you wanted to say were already lingering in the air, eloquent and clear.
And for once, gracefully spoken.
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.:Latch:. France X Reader
Latch
Francis watched as the (h/c) girl beside him slept silently, curled up in the warmth of his strong arms. Various articles of clothing scattered the floor, having been tossed there the night before.
Francis loved moments like this; he loved watching ______ sleep. She looked so peaceful and fragile, like the lightest touch could shatter to pieces.
______'s eyes suddenly flicked open, looking up into Francis's azure eyes. A delighted smile appeared on Francis’s face as he gazed into pools of bright (e/c).
"Bonjour, mon doux [1]." He said softly, pecking ______ lightly on the forehead.
"Morning." ______ respo
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~Good Morning~ BTT x Reader
Bad Touch Trio - Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy, Antonio Fernández Carriedo
Being friends with so many males in the school, ___ was normally dubbed as the class 'slut.' However, it wasn't that she was attracted to these boys, having intercourse with them, or even flirting. No, she was genuinely friends with them, but that was something most people didn't understand. ___ was just a friendly person, there were no sexual intentions hidden behind her mask.
Then again, if any girl that went to her school saw her current position, they would have no problem fabricating any other rumors, no matter how false.
Currently,
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Francis/ France x Reader French kiss
Francis x Reader
French kiss
Written by CloudStories~
Please read the description after you have enjoyed this story <3
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He was just the worst of the worst. Why did he have that look in his eyes? This had happened many times before, and never had he looked like that. But to say the truth, it wasn't he you were most mad at, but yourself. It wasn't like you did anything wrong, but it still killed you from the inside. It was just like any other day! Francis would come over to you and harass you, and then, you would get mad and with that he went away. But today
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[2] : term of endearment (direct translation is "my little", but it would be used to say "my little one")
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Oh, wow, this was wonderfully written. Very descriptive, but it was not too overwhelming, and I enjoyed reading this very much. xoxo