2p!FrancexChubby!Innocent!Killer!Reader

Breakfast

Louis walked you to the house, his arm around your waist. You werehonestly kind of surprised that he was touching you so much but youguessed it had to do with the fact that he was more comfortable withyou now.

When you got to the house you were covered in blood in the shape ofLouis's hands while Louis was clean except the fact that his handswere bloodied. You went into the bathroom to take a shower whileLouis washed his hands.

You changed into your pajamas of a simple (favorite color) nightgown.You carried your bloodied clothing into the washer. As you wereheading to your room Louis caught your arm and tugged you to hisroom.

"Louis?" You asked confused, it was late nad you just wanted togo to sleep. He didn't say anything, just gave a grunt before tuggingyou into his room. His room was kind of messy, it just had clothingand old newspapers laying around in the corners, nothing disgusting.

He pulled you down onto his unmade bed that the blanket was in thepattern of the French flag. He tugged you so you were cuddled intohis chest before he spoke. "Sleep with me tonight." He closed hisblue eyes as if that was the most normal thing in the world despitethe fact that he hadn't ever been one to even touch you, or anyonereally, to wanting to cuddle you.

"So your suddenly feeling cuddly tonight?" You asked giggling andhe grunted opening just one blue eye.

"Your mine anyway, now go to sleep." He grunted and you smiled.

He was being so sweet in his own way and you decided against teasinghim. There would be time for teasing later. So you smiled and turnedover so your back was to him closing your eyes. You felt Louis pullyou closer so that your back was flush against his front. You smirkedgently at that and snuggled into the pillow, you'd think with howmuch Louis smoked that his bed and himself would smell of smoke butno, he smelled of musk and coffee.

When you woke up Louis was still asleep. You smiled and kissed hischeek, prickly with facial hair, and slipped from his arms. You wereup before anyone else so decided to cook up breakfast for everyone.

Whenever you all took turns cooking Matt always made pancakes, Allenmade oatmeal with fruit, and Oliver always made an English Fry Up.Louis didn't ever cook, he couldn't cook to save his life and youcooked a different breakfast almost every time and decided to startnow.

Matt and Louis weren't morning people while Oliver and Allen were, ofcourse Allen hung out in his room anyway. You decided for thismorning you would make crepes and since you had fresh raspberries youpurried them with cream cheese to make raspberry filling and youspread a layer of that on the finished crepes along with finelychopped dark chocolate and rolled them.

Oliver came out first and smiled seeing you and began to set thetable. Louis then came out, he was miffed when he woke up that youweren't there cuddling into him. He liked holding you, you werelike a human sized pillow, so warm and cuddly and you had the calmingscent of (favorite scent). However smelling something cooking he knewit was your turn to cook breakfast, coming out he was pleasantlysurprised to see that you were making crepes for breakfast.

"Morning Louis." You smiled brightly at him and though hewouldn't show it on his face you looked unbearably cute to him likethis. "You mind waking Matt and getting Allen? Breakfast is ready."You explained having put the crepes on plates along with a fewuntouched raspberries on each as well.

"Oui amour, (Yes love,) of course." He agreed and headed to getthe youngest of the brothers, Oliver raised a large eyebrow as he hadnever heard Louis speak like that to anyone but quickly put ittogether and all but squealed at how cute it was. The quiet stoicrough and rumble Frenchman and the adorable innocent chubby(pale/tan/mocha/etc) skinned beauty.

Here is thechapter, I chose to make the crepes be a raspberry and dark chocolatepuree as those are pretty popular ingredients in France.