Francis takes his hand in the street. It's early march then, and they are wearing scarves.
here is when I officially lost it. I started to swing my feet and giggle and I cheered a little and I just read those two sentences again and again because SCARVES. AND HAND HOLDING. WHILE WEARING SCARVES.
AND OH MY GOD I FUCKING LOVE HOLDING HAND WHILE WEARING SCARVES SO SOOOOOO MUCH I COULDN'T EVEN I EVEN HYPERVENTILATED A LITTLE I HONESTLY FANGIRLED AND SQUEED BECAUSE THERE WOULD BE SCARVES AND HAND HOLDING WHILE WEARING THEM AND I KNEW YOU WOULD MAKE IT GREAT AND OH JUST TAKE MY HEART HERE IT'S ONLY A PUDDLE OF HAPPY GOO BY NOW BECAUSE THERE WERE SCARVES AND HAND HOLDING WHILE WEARING THEM AND ONLY THE NEED TO CONTINUE READING MADE ME NOT DIE.
They have never kissed outside.
Arthur goes as far as saying, I, and then Francis pushes their mouths together, a warm surprising flick of tongue against Arthur's lips, and the slighter brush of nose against nose.
and then I died.
the end.
because scarves + hand holding + kissing in public = heart attack too much happiness in one person
I was so happy and still am I cannot properly spazz.
They have been snogging for hours.
Arthur's mouth feels red and sore against Francis' own.
another thing that makes me do nothing but smoke in front of my fireplace because I am just that satisfied is snogging. snogging and no sex. just mmmmmmm~~ so satisfied, I am. I feel like the world needs more plain ol' kissing.
"Francis, bloody hell, shut the fuck up." He winces his eyes shut, presses two fingers to his temple; the gesture is very clear and very precise and looks a lot like a gun.
I very much enjoy your pissed off Arthur. It's really really balanced but seriously Bonnefoy cannot get a fucking clue sometimes.
Pickpocketing is a skill Francis practices since university.
WHY DOES FRANCIS PICKPOCKETING SEEM TO RIGHT TO ME. WHY?
Francis' heart is quiet but swift under his hands, and for about three minutes Arthur thinks about this: about the statistics of elevated heart rates, and the warm red heat that flushes up his throat. He thinks about it until he's dozing off on Francis' chest, Francis' fingers running across his hair, rubbing at the temples - until it becomes complex to think twice the same thought. Silly, sleepy thoughts - with the duvet warm around his legs and torso, and his face snugly tucked into Francis' neck.
it was either this or the whole thing.
Because Arthur and Francis sleeping together yey ♥
cuddling warms my heart. well it's not exactly cuddling but yeah XD
Francis takes pictures, some nights. For blackmail material, and also a reminder. Commit this to memory. This is the boy who loves you.
again, I loved the whole part of this but this is what I shall copy to not make this horribly huge thing any bigger.
and people honestly need to write Francis taking photos of Arthur more often I love it so much and it's right in every way.
It's too hot, too crowded; the air is heavy with sweat and exhaustion. It's entirely like sex, except fully clothed. It is one of the most unpleasant and one of the most erotic experiences of Arthur's life.
the whole time I read this I was all like "MAN THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR SOMEHOW" and I only got it like 3min ago and I feel so dumb and uncomfortable Arthur is win and erotic weird situations are too
OK IT'S OFFICIALLY 3:10 AM I HAVE TO WAKE UP AT LIKE 7AM
I HAVE SUCH A THING FOR WINTER GEAR. Like, scarves. And gloves and mittens, and bonnets with bobbles on top. And ffft hand-holding, that's a big thing too - there's something so intimate, and it's early March still, for them, and they're a little cold. And just. Yeah. &hearts I like this bit.
snogging and no sex. just mmmmmmm
I know - and you know, it's funny how I started this thinking okay, so there's going to be a lot of sex in this, since they're basically fuck-buddies and I still ended up writing about snogging and holding hands in the street and platonically sharing bathtubs. I just. I can't seem to be able to stop. ;o;
I very much enjoy your pissed off Arthur
This I'm very glad of. I always wonder whether my Arthur is right and IC enough; but if he reads okay to you, that's... good. That's very good, I think.
cuddling warms my heart.
IT DOES THO. And that's exactly what I mean. Ahh.
ALSOALSOALSO have a secret: in this Francis was originally a photographer (and Arthur was a barista, but that's not the point) more or less based off of Long November, and also that gorgeous picture of Francis straddling Arthur with a camera, and anyway it got derailed eventually and I saddled them with jobs that fit the story better, but one day I shall write a story about photo-taking and Arthur being a rumpled, sullen sod about it all but letting Francis do his thing anyway. Francis will probably take pornographic pictures when he can't see and present them in a gallery, but that's another story altogether.
ANYWAY
GOOD NIGHT
DID I SAY THANK YOU YET BECAUSE THESE ARE AMAZING AND ARE MAKING MY DAY
OH MY GOD SOMEONE WITH LOVE FOR WINTER GEAR YESSSSS scarves are my favourite but mittens and hats and whatever just nnngggh Especially if hand knitted somehow they're a million time better when hand knitted
Hand holding is secretly everyone's kink because it's so intimate and when it's cold you feel the other person's equally cold hand and then they warm up and yeeeeaaaah /happy goo
and honestly they just needed to do something stupid like share their scarves because thay would had made my geeky little heart happy IGNORE STRIKED OUT WORDS OKAY
OH NEVER STOP WRITING LIKE YOU DO PLEASE. Yeah I get how you wanted to do a lot of sex and there is actually. But the nice and warm moments also work with it. Or maybe not. wait, i think I'll have to read the whole thing first or else I'll say something stupid yeah
And yoru Arthur is wonderfull because he's totally IC but still your own and I like how he's still very much so bitchy but still not like JEEZ DUDE GO GET ANGER MANGMENT CLASSES which some people do. I mean, yeah he's Arthur tehrefore alsmot always mad, but deep down he cools down by pretending to be a gentleman. but then francis and shit goes down the hole
AHA! I KNEW LONG NOVEMBER HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT *FEELS POWERFULL*
I would very much like to see this type of storyline in your style so please do write it if you have in mind to do with please ♥
YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME AND OH, THERE I GO AGAIN BLUSHING THEY'RE NOT THAT AMAZING
WINTER GEAR IS AWESOME YESYES and it's so hot here rn D: I have these wonderful blue mittens that I just want to put on all the time and it's sweltering out, whyyyy.
Hand holding is the best thing ever. The end. With fingers interlocked and palms together and aaaaaah. /adores
okay okay that'll be for another one you need just ask
Re: my Arthur, he is very much an asshole when he wants to, but he constantly keeps his temper back (though badly) because he wants to be considered as the cool, unflappable British gentleman à la Phileas Fogg, and it keeps failing, which clearly upsets him even more. I think Francis riles him up just to see that little crease between his eyebrows when Arthur realizes he's yelling yet again. /headcanon moment.
LONG NOVEMBER HAS TO DO WITH EVERYTHING FRUK I WRITE. THERE'LL ALWAYS BE A LITTLE REFERENCE HIDDEN SOMEWHERE. ALWAYS.
here is when I officially lost it. I started to swing my feet and giggle and I cheered a little and I just read those two sentences again and again because SCARVES. AND HAND HOLDING. WHILE WEARING SCARVES.
AND OH MY GOD I FUCKING LOVE HOLDING HAND WHILE WEARING SCARVES SO SOOOOOO MUCH I COULDN'T EVEN I EVEN HYPERVENTILATED A LITTLE I HONESTLY FANGIRLED AND SQUEED BECAUSE THERE WOULD BE SCARVES AND HAND HOLDING WHILE WEARING THEM AND I KNEW YOU WOULD MAKE IT GREAT AND OH JUST TAKE MY HEART HERE IT'S ONLY A PUDDLE OF HAPPY GOO BY NOW BECAUSE THERE WERE SCARVES AND HAND HOLDING WHILE WEARING THEM AND ONLY THE NEED TO CONTINUE READING MADE ME NOT DIE.
They have never kissed outside.
Arthur goes as far as saying, I, and then Francis pushes their mouths together, a warm surprising flick of tongue against Arthur's lips, and the slighter brush of nose against nose.
and then I died.
the end.
because scarves + hand holding + kissing in public = heart attack too much happiness in one person
I was so happy and still am I cannot properly spazz.
They have been snogging for hours.
Arthur's mouth feels red and sore against Francis' own.
another thing that makes me do nothing but smoke in front of my fireplace because I am just that satisfied is snogging. snogging and no sex. just mmmmmmm~~ so satisfied, I am. I feel like the world needs more plain ol' kissing.
"Francis, bloody hell, shut the fuck up." He winces his eyes shut, presses two fingers to his temple; the gesture is very clear and very precise and looks a lot like a gun.
I very much enjoy your pissed off Arthur. It's really really balanced but seriously Bonnefoy cannot get a fucking clue sometimes.
Pickpocketing is a skill Francis practices since university.
WHY DOES FRANCIS PICKPOCKETING SEEM TO RIGHT TO ME. WHY?
Francis' heart is quiet but swift under his hands, and for about three minutes Arthur thinks about this: about the statistics of elevated heart rates, and the warm red heat that flushes up his throat. He thinks about it until he's dozing off on Francis' chest, Francis' fingers running across his hair, rubbing at the temples - until it becomes complex to think twice the same thought. Silly, sleepy thoughts - with the duvet warm around his legs and torso, and his face snugly tucked into Francis' neck.
it was either this or the whole thing.
Because Arthur and Francis sleeping together yey ♥
cuddling warms my heart. well it's not exactly cuddling but yeah XD
Francis takes pictures, some nights. For blackmail material, and also a reminder. Commit this to memory. This is the boy who loves you.
again, I loved the whole part of this but this is what I shall copy to not make this horribly huge thing any bigger.
and people honestly need to write Francis taking photos of Arthur more often I love it so much and it's right in every way.
It's too hot, too crowded; the air is heavy with sweat and exhaustion. It's entirely like sex, except fully clothed. It is one of the most unpleasant and one of the most erotic experiences of Arthur's life.
the whole time I read this I was all like "MAN THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR SOMEHOW" and I only got it like 3min ago and I feel so dumb and uncomfortable Arthur is win and erotic weird situations are too
OK IT'S OFFICIALLY 3:10 AM I HAVE TO WAKE UP AT LIKE 7AM
SLEEP. NOW.
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snogging and no sex. just mmmmmmm
I know - and you know, it's funny how I started this thinking okay, so there's going to be a lot of sex in this, since they're basically fuck-buddies and I still ended up writing about snogging and holding hands in the street and platonically sharing bathtubs. I just. I can't seem to be able to stop. ;o;
I very much enjoy your pissed off Arthur
This I'm very glad of. I always wonder whether my Arthur is right and IC enough; but if he reads okay to you, that's... good. That's very good, I think.
cuddling warms my heart.
IT DOES THO. And that's exactly what I mean. Ahh.
ALSOALSOALSO have a secret: in this Francis was originally a photographer (and Arthur was a barista, but that's not the point) more or less based off of Long November, and also that gorgeous picture of Francis straddling Arthur with a camera, and anyway it got derailed eventually and I saddled them with jobs that fit the story better, but one day I shall write a story about photo-taking and Arthur being a rumpled, sullen sod about it all but letting Francis do his thing anyway. Francis will probably take pornographic pictures when he can't see and present them in a gallery, but that's another story altogether.
ANYWAY
GOOD NIGHT
DID I SAY THANK YOU YET BECAUSE THESE ARE AMAZING AND ARE MAKING MY DAY
&hearts&hearts
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Hand holding is secretly everyone's kink because it's so intimate and when it's cold you feel the other person's equally cold hand and then they warm up and yeeeeaaaah /happy goo
and honestly they just needed to do something stupid like share their scarves because thay would had made my geeky little heart happy IGNORE STRIKED OUT WORDS OKAY
OH NEVER STOP WRITING LIKE YOU DO PLEASE. Yeah I get how you wanted to do a lot of sex and there is actually. But the nice and warm moments also work with it. Or maybe not. wait, i think I'll have to read the whole thing first or else I'll say something stupid yeah
And yoru Arthur is wonderfull because he's totally IC but still your own and I like how he's still very much so bitchy but still not like JEEZ DUDE GO GET ANGER MANGMENT CLASSES which some people do. I mean, yeah he's Arthur tehrefore alsmot always mad, but deep down he cools down by pretending to be a gentleman. but then francis and shit goes down the hole
AHA! I KNEW LONG NOVEMBER HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT *FEELS POWERFULL*
I would very much like to see this type of storyline in your style so please do write it if you have in mind to do with please ♥
YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME AND OH, THERE I GO AGAIN BLUSHING THEY'RE NOT THAT AMAZING
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Hand holding is the best thing ever. The end. With fingers interlocked and palms together and aaaaaah. /adores
okay okay that'll be for another one you need just ask
Re: my Arthur, he is very much an asshole when he wants to, but he constantly keeps his temper back (though badly) because he wants to be considered as the cool, unflappable British gentleman à la Phileas Fogg, and it keeps failing, which clearly upsets him even more. I think Francis riles him up just to see that little crease between his eyebrows when Arthur realizes he's yelling yet again. /headcanon moment.
LONG NOVEMBER HAS TO DO WITH EVERYTHING FRUK I WRITE. THERE'LL ALWAYS BE A LITTLE REFERENCE HIDDEN SOMEWHERE. ALWAYS.
I shall. ♥
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