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FrancexReader: Fairest of them all
You looked at yourself in the mirror.
What does he see in me? Because I see nothing but ordinary and boring.
Sure, Francis was basically the perfect guy. A gentleman, super romantic, great cook, very delicate… and to top it off, he was hot and French to boot!
The one thing that seemed to be wrong was his skewed standards. Guys like him didn't usually spare a second glance for girls like you. Yet, he reminded you of how beautiful you were every time he saw you.
Liar. I'm not even near beautiful.
He had blatantly disregarded the fact that you were simply average, and he had started dating you.
"Francis, why do you bother with me? I'm not special."
"(Name), I told you never to say that. You are special to me. It's what matters, oui?
"…"
"No, actually. You're beautiful to everyone that sees you, but… you are my everything."
How you would have liked to believe him… but you found yourself painfully dull and normal. You didn't sand out in any way. The mirror you were currently facing proved that to you. You found tears
pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you asked the question that had been bothering you for so long.
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A melody came from the next room. (Name)'s voice.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
He knew the answer to that question. Unfortunately, (Name) didn't seem to, so he would have to remind her once again… not that he minded. He walked over to where she was and confirmed her doubts.
"Ma princesse, you aren't the fairest of them all. Fair… is not a word to describe you. You're more beautiful… well, beautiful is not good enough either, but… Je t'aime, et je ne sais rien d'autre."
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.
Suddenly, Gilbert popped his head into the open window and put on his trademark smirk.
"You're just saying that to get sex, aren't you? 'Cuz that was really sappy."
Francis face-palmed and you groaned and rolled your eyes.
"Way to ruin the moment, Gil…"
You looked at yourself in the mirror.
What does he see in me? Because I see nothing but ordinary and boring.
Sure, Francis was basically the perfect guy. A gentleman, super romantic, great cook, very delicate… and to top it off, he was hot and French to boot!
The one thing that seemed to be wrong was his skewed standards. Guys like him didn't usually spare a second glance for girls like you. Yet, he reminded you of how beautiful you were every time he saw you.
Liar. I'm not even near beautiful.
He had blatantly disregarded the fact that you were simply average, and he had started dating you.
"Francis, why do you bother with me? I'm not special."
"(Name), I told you never to say that. You are special to me. It's what matters, oui?
"…"
"No, actually. You're beautiful to everyone that sees you, but… you are my everything."
How you would have liked to believe him… but you found yourself painfully dull and normal. You didn't sand out in any way. The mirror you were currently facing proved that to you. You found tears
pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you asked the question that had been bothering you for so long.
_________________________________________________________________
A melody came from the next room. (Name)'s voice.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
He knew the answer to that question. Unfortunately, (Name) didn't seem to, so he would have to remind her once again… not that he minded. He walked over to where she was and confirmed her doubts.
"Ma princesse, you aren't the fairest of them all. Fair… is not a word to describe you. You're more beautiful… well, beautiful is not good enough either, but… Je t'aime, et je ne sais rien d'autre."
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.
Suddenly, Gilbert popped his head into the open window and put on his trademark smirk.
"You're just saying that to get sex, aren't you? 'Cuz that was really sappy."
Francis face-palmed and you groaned and rolled your eyes.
"Way to ruin the moment, Gil…"
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Je t'aime et je ne sais rien d'autre: I love you and that is all I know
You guys are allowed to shoot me.
Or throw tomatoes at me.
Or make cats claw my face.
... Because this is, by very far, the worst fic I have posted.
This is a request for my lovely first watcher *DemonOfTheRain666. She was convinced that it wasn't that horrible. I'm basically uploading this to show you guys how bad my writing is sometimes.
I feel like an attention whore for uploading this.
France (C)England Himaruya
You guys are allowed to shoot me.
Or throw tomatoes at me.
Or make cats claw my face.
... Because this is, by very far, the worst fic I have posted.
This is a request for my lovely first watcher *DemonOfTheRain666. She was convinced that it wasn't that horrible. I'm basically uploading this to show you guys how bad my writing is sometimes.
I feel like an attention whore for uploading this.
France (C)
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how is this bad???? seriously, i could not have come up with something better if i was given the talent of John Keats and William Shakespeare and other famous English writers and poets (this is just me saying that i royally suck at writing. but i am good at arguing. so don't start with me).
and how did you know that this is how i feel about my appearance exactly. honestly, i thought i had written down my own personal thoughts on this page for a minute.
now excuse me while i beat Gilbert with my mini frying pan
and how did you know that this is how i feel about my appearance exactly. honestly, i thought i had written down my own personal thoughts on this page for a minute.
now excuse me while i beat Gilbert with my mini frying pan