francis forever | ellie x reader

"How do you manage to smell so good all the time?" Ellie inquires. She glances at you with her signature awkward smile. Your heart skips a single beat as you note that Ellie was actively smelling your scent, thick with shea butter and coconut on some days and lavender and vanilla on others. Special occasions, Ellie's recently noticed, that you seem to smell like strawberries and honey, and on those special occasions it would conveniently be when she was around.

"A little something called perfume," you return what you figured was a copy of Ellie's weird smile, your nose scrunching up as you squint your eyes to block the sun from burning your retinas. Ellie scoffs playfully and shakes her head lightly, her auburn hair swishing behind her head.

"I know what perfume is, dummy," her awkward smile turns into a slightly more relaxed grin. "But how do you make it?"

"I'll never tell," you hum whimsically. Your lips part slightly so you could whistle quietly, the tune flowing right into Ellie's ear, and she finds herself attempting to hum along with the melody.

"What, are you a witch or something?" Her grin shape shifts again into a wry smirk.

"Yes, totally. Now pay attention to where we're going before I turn you to a toad."

"Isn't it a frog?" Ellie questions. "Most people refer to a witch turning her victims to a frog or a rat or some shit."

"A toad is objectively worse," you release your arms from around Ellie's waist to stretch them momentarily, groaning slightly before going back to hugging her torso. "They're all lumpy and ugly."

"Okay," Ellie interjects with a dry chuckle. "I don't see any resemblance between myself and a toad."

"Maybe it's because you haven't looked in a mirror in a while," you laugh softly, your chin resting on Ellie's shoulder. You listen to her bite back an argument before a sigh works its way out of her lungs and through her lips.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"You're even more infuriating, El. Now be quiet and let me rest."