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france//francis

~happy birthday francey-pants! sorry it's late, i haven't really had time to write.

~(h/c/n) = hair color name

~translations~
• ma princesse = my princess
• magnifique = magnificent
• Oui = yes
• ma colombe = my dove
• ma chère = my dear

˜"*°•.˜"*°• mellifluous •°*"˜.•°*"˜

"fuck you man!" "fuck you too!" "dick for brains!" "you goddamn pogo stick!"

this has gone on far too long...

it was another one of alfred's weekly ragers that was certainly waking the next town over.

it was (y/n)'s first time going to one of these events, though she was friends with alfred, she never thought of herself as a party-person. and she was correct.

the screaming and whooping made her ears nearly bleed, not to mention the blaring bass of the speakers was definitely giving her a migraine.

she decided it was best to grab a glass of wine—that had mysteriously shown up—and stand out on the balcony for fresh air.

she gently swirled the boysenberry colored liquid in the slender glass. frankly, she wasn't a fan of alcohol, but she sacrifice taste to calm her shaken nerves. she found herself staring off into the golden city lights.

"ah, ma princesse." a voice sounded from behind her. (y/n) stopped her swirling, and turned to see who the voice belonged to.

"hello, francis." she smiled, as to be polite. she went back to leaning over the wooden railing.

the frenchman approached (y/n), slinging an arm around her delicate waist.

"and what is a magnifique girl like you doing out 'ere all alone, hm?" francis questioned, softly tapping his fingers against (y/n)'s side.

"oh, parties aren't really my thing." (y/n) admitted, instinctually leaning into the blond's hold.

francis dipped his head towards the (h/c/n) neck, gently pressing his lips against the soft skin. the scruff of his chin tickling the spot. "hm... is zhat so?"

(y/n) weaved a hand into his soft, fair locks. she hummed as a reply.

francis ghosted his pink lips up (y/n)'s neck and across her jaw ever so slowly, stopping millimeters before her lips.

he kissed the left corner of her mouth.

"zhen how about we get out of 'ere?"

he kissed the right.

"hm? would you like zhat?"

he pressed his pair into hers, painfully tender.

"oui."

next thing she knew, she was stumbling into francis' home. having every inch of her body ravaged with pleasure by the frenchman. it was an enthralling experience that (y/n) had never expected. the next morning, she was surprised to find francis holding her body close to his tightly.

she shifted as she opened her eyes, alerting francis of her awakening.

"ah, ma colombe. you are awake." he spoke in a gruff voice, softly rubbing his face into (y/n)'s shoulders.

the (h/c/n) rolled over to face him, and once she did, she placed a hand on his masculine face. francis lied his on top.

"you are so beautiful." he mumbled. (y/n) snuggled into his chest. "stop it." she chuckled.

"you know, (y/n), I've done this a lot, with a lot of different people." he said, maneuvering his hand to pet the woman beside him. "wow, how humble you are." she joked, not moving from her spot. he chuckled at her jab, "after each night I always leave, or make sure they leave quickly." he paused, as if to be completely sure he wanted to say what he was about to say.

"but with you, I feel different. I feel like I want to wake up to you every morning, ma chère."

he moved his hand to (y/n)'s chin, leading her axe to meet his.

"I feel attached to you, like I never want you to leave. and I think, that I've finally fallen into real love."