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Antonio blushed slightly at his over excitement, and laughed sheepishly, “Si, si, claro… of course… the store….,” he shook his head, typical Antonio, getting over excited over the silliest things. Well, no matter, Francis promised he was getting paella, and he felt giddy inside. The taste of saffron and seafood came back to him in nostalgic waves reminding him of the times he traveled with gypsies through the country.

He missed his beautiful country, almost painfully so. He looked up at Francis with a bright smile, reminded of the wonderful relationships he has built in Port city. This was his new home. There’s nothing left for him in Spain. “We need saffron… the real kind, not the imitation, and …”, he started listing off all the ingredients his taste buds could recall from all the times he had his beloved dish, smiling the entire time. “…and anchovies, vale?”, he took a big breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in, looking at the other with an expectant grin.

Francis listened intently to Antonio’s list, nodding and marking off things he needed to buy. “Sounds wonderful, mon ami. And of course, I would never use an imitation in my cooking! Only the freshest of ingredients for you, my friend. Now, let’s not dawdle!” With that, he headed for the store.

The shopping trip didn’t take too long, and soon they were waltzing up to Francis’s restaurant, grocery bags in hand. Francis shifted a bit at the door to get his keys before unlocking the place, holding the door open for Antonio. “Step right in and take a seat, monsieur~ I will be serving you soon.”

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“Paella,” he said almost immediately with a nostalgic look on his face. He had been feeling rather homesick lately. He immediately shot down the idea and laughed it off. “Don’t worry though, I’ll have anything you make! I know paella is hard to make,” he quickly added. He didn’t want to burden his friend with one of his whims.

“You’re a fantastic chef, I’ll be happy to have anything from you~,”he assured him, taking his hand into his own, tugging him towards the restaurant. “We’re going now, vale?,” he asked, feeling the inkling of hunger gnawing at him now. “I’ll pay for the wine,” he offered, knowing that the Frenchman could never say no to a glass… or 6…. of wine.

Antonio could use a drink too, quite honestly. Anything to get him away from his thoughts these days. Francis was a welcome and much needed distraction.

“Paella? Consider it done!” Francis didn’t even bother acknowledging Antonio’s statement that anything would be fine. His friend wanted paella, so paella he would get.

“Yes, yes, if you are hungry, then we shall go now! And no, you shall not pay for the wine. At least not your first glass. I am quite insistent, mon ami.” He chuckled as he allowed Francis to tug him along. Francis had always been a bit of a paternal soul. He just couldn’t help but take care of those around him.

“If it is alright though, I will stop by the store first. You can point out to me what I need, oui? I want it to be as perfect as possible.”

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“Ooooof,” Antonio let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding when he felt someone fling themselves at him from behind. He immediately recognized the voice. “Ah, Francis! How have you been,” he greeted happily, returning the affection he received. He was careful not to look him in the eye as he hugged him tightly, just to make sure he didn’t accidentally activate his ability.

He pulled away, and thought to himself. What had he been doing these days other than moping around? “I guess work has been keeping me pretty busy!”, he chuckled, lying to his friend. The mention of free food however, really did lift his spirits.

“Oh? And the great Francisco will personally cook for me?,”he pleaded looking up into Francis’ eyes with a needy expression, still being careful to avoid skin to skin contact. Everyone knew that Francis was the best chef in town, so Antonio had to get the best deal he could out of this.

Francis happily returned the hug, not at all worried about Antonio’s ability. The man was careful, and Francis trusted he knew just how to keep it from activating. “Oh, I’ve been wonderful as always, but that is not important! Of course I will cook for you, mon ami, it is what I do!” He patted his friend on the back with another smile. “I cannot have friends going hungry, after all! Just stop by whenever, and I will make a meal for you.”

There was no better way to lift a spirit than with good food; at least, that’s what Francis believed. And of course, he was quite confident in his ability to cook. One meal and Antonio would certainly be in higher spirits than he seemed to be.

“Is there anything particular you want? I will happily cook off menu for you, if you wish, just let me know, so I can get whatever it is I need to make your request.” Francis winked. Perhaps he was showing off a tad by implying he could make whatever it was Antonio requested, but he was still quite certain he could dish up whatever was requested of him.

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@colonelbuendia

“Antonioooo~!”

Francis swung his arm around his friend and coworker, a wide smile on his features. He brushed some hair out of his own face, glancing out of the side of his eyes at the other. “It feels as if we have no spoken in ages! What have you been up to? Work keeping you occupied?” Really, it couldn’t have been more than a few days, but Francis had never been one to keep track of time. Why do so when you were going to live forever?

“Really, you must come by the restaurant more often. You know I will not charge you! I cannot charge a friend, after all.”

#colonelbuendia #bam #hope this is fine lol #we did talk about them being friends already after all lol

@xignisavemx

While Francis might have been well past his “seduce people to drink their blood” days, he was no where near done with being a gentleman whenever the opportunity arose. And it just so happened that, as he walked along, he came across a lovely lady in need! Or at least she appeared to be.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle! The weather is cold today, non? You must be freezing! We appear to be heading in the same direction, if you would like to borrow my coat. It is not trouble to me, I assure you.” Francis, ever flirtatious, threw in a wink for good measure.

#xignisavemx #hiii sorry this is late!#also i hate francis plz smack him

@beherrrscht

Business in the restaurant was slow.

It often was at this time of day, that odd time between lunch and dinner. Francis didn’t mind so much, but the time did seem to crawl. Though, there was one patron in the restaurant, a man Francis was certain he recognized. Perhaps he’d dined there more than once.

With nothing better to do, Francis approached with a smile. “Everything alright, monsieur? Can I get anything for you?”

#beherrrscht #this is late and it sucks but fuck it here you go

@generaticn

If there was one thing Francis was known for, besides being a vampire, obviously, it was his tendency to bring food to work. Not just for himself, oh no. The chef just had to bring meals for his coworkers too. Of course, Arthur almost always received a home cooked lunch, but from time to time, Francis would surprise someone else with a free meal.

This time, it just so happened to be Alfred.

Francis approached the other around lunchtime, a bag of small containers in hand. “Mon ami~” he called out, grinning that mischievous grin of his, showing off his fangs. “I hope you haven’t lunch plans, for I brought you something today!”

#generaticn

or how bout this vampire idiot? want a starter from him?

#ooc

pietxst:

Arthur hummed, before sighing slightly. “I see. Well, I can’t help but worry since… I’m his boss.” Arthur ended that statement with a small huff of sardonic amusement. Wasn’t much to back his worry, but he had always been a bit too emotional to be the paradigm of “mafia leadership.” To each their own, he supposed, particularly thinking back to the previous leaders.

“But I guess you do have a point, I will simply keep an eye on him, for now. And I’ve just been finishing up and tying up loose ends… Nothing too strenuous, at least not for me.” Arthur had to feel his chest warm at the aspect of Francis worrying about his workload. Something just felt so mundane about the fact… And Arthur didn’t get a lot of mundane. But quick to get to his gift, he shifted to reach behind his desk to check his package.

“I shouldn’t leave you waiting on why you are here, though. Is it alright if I give you your gift now?”

Francis could understand Arthur’s worry. As Matthew’s cousin, he couldn’t help but worry as well. But he also trusted Matthew to take care of himself. Somewhat. He’d still step in when needed.

“Thank you, amour. I worry for him too, of course. But, I am glad to hear work is not too overbearing. We cannot have you stressed for the holidays, non?” While the holidays always came with a stress of their own, Francis personally loved the season and wished for Arthur to enjoy himself as well. Just knowing he hadn’t been too strained was a load off of his mind.

The mention of the gift brought Francis from his thoughts, and he gave a nod, trying to not seem too eager. “Oui, of course, mon ami. Gift away~”

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pietxst:

Arthur was a bit flustered at the mere fact that someone other than his immediate family was giving him a gift. The concept is trivial, yes, but considering he was the type who often told people not to get him a gift (more out of a sense of politeness, rather than an actual reason) he was a bit… well, surprised. Pleasantly so.

“Oh please, Francis, you are flattering me.” Arthur spoke fondly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he moved around his desk and welcome Francis. The kiss on his cheek made him chuckle, and he returned the kiss with one of his own. Arthur was beginning to realize he was getting used to such shows of affection.

“How have you been, love? Is Matthew doing well ? I haven’t heard from him in a while.”

“Well of course I am!” Francis said, brimming with a sense of contentment at Arthur’s returned kiss. “I make it my goal to flatter you as often as possible~” It was a bit odd, changing from a lifestyle in which Francis tried to flatter as many as possible to only wishing to flatter one man, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Seeing Arthur smile and blush at his compliments was well worth all those years concealing his feelings.

“Oh, I’ve been doing just fine. Matthew... well, I’m worried about him, but he is an adult. He will handle his problems just fine, I think. And I’m there to help him whenever he needs it.”

As much as Francis was worried for his cousin though, now didn’t seem to the time to focus too much on him. He’d only become stressed again. “And you, mon ami? I hope you have not been working too hard during the holidays.”

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pietxst:

Arthur sighed as he set the last of his paperwork for the day down. He had rushed them in order to finish by this time, since due to Francis’ schedule… Well, maybe it was a bit presumptuous of him to think that Francis would come straight to his office right after seeing the note, but somehow he knew that his partner would come up straight away.

It was just so… like him, that’s all.

And, true to his thoughts, he hears the soft knock and voice he knew could only belong to one man. He smiled and stood up, moving the papers away into a filing cabinet. Work was done for today, after all.

“Feel free to come in, Francis.”

How could Francis not rush over? Arthur’s note left him with a sense of intrigue and curiosity, as well as excitement. So, as soon as he heard Arthur invite him in, he opened the door and stepped into the office.

Moving to stand by Arthur’s side, Francis leaned in to press a kiss upon the other man’s cheek, smiling as he typically did when in the presence of his partner.

“You know, even if you hadn’t left a note, I likely would have still come to see you as soon as time allowed. I have to give you your gift after all.”

#pietxst #mood

A bottle of wine sat on Francis's desk with a Christmas card. Beside the generic Christmas message was scrawled "Thanks for making my brother happy. Merry Christmas -Arlo"

“Hm, I suppose this could be seen as approval...”

At least that’s how he’s going to see it.

#ask #fakefairfolk

[ there's a small card on top of Francis' desk, on which this is written: ] Please meet me at any time of your disposal for your gift, I would like to give it to you personally. With Warm Intentions, Arthur Kirkland

The moment Francis sees the card, quickly leaves his office again, searching about for Arthur. Assuming him to be in his office, it is where he heads. There’s a light feeling in his chest and a soft smile on his face. In his hands he clutches a small bag; Arthur’s gift from him, which he also planned to deliver personally.

When he arrives at Arthur’s office, he knocks softly. “Bonjour, love. You wished to see me?”

#ask #pretend i remembered to answer this on time #pietxst

generaticn:

“That’s what they call missing out. What do you listen to anyway?”

“Ah... nothing you’d know, I assure you... mostly French artists. Certainly nothing entirely modern.”

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generaticn:

“A hero of our time, dude!” Hm. “Cher? Thanks a lot, bud, but I’ve always thought of myself as a Britney. Or an Xtina. Y’know?”

“...I do not know who any of those people are, but okay!”

#generaticn

eh-dgy

How to Kill Matthew Vol. 5.? Featuring Francis

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eh-dgy:

“Only half a day. Better than what I expected.”

Would it be wrong to say Kraft dinner? Too bad he did not want Francis to actually murder him. He took out some coffee mugs and placed them near the kettle, ducking below to search for the coffee and teas. Matthew took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.

“Actually, pancakes sound great - and eggs, and back bacon. But regular bacon works too.”

“Hm, I must agree, that all sounds delicious.” Francis smiled and gave a nod. “Then one breakfast meal, coming right up!” He began hustling about the kitchen, getting everything he needed to make Matthew a nice, filling meal. After all, this was his precious little cousin, and Francis was ready to dote on him as long as he needed!

“Anything else you want?” he asked, already starting to make the pancake batter.

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pietxst:

Out of all questions Arthur had hoped Francis to ask, this was certainly not the one he wanted. He should have known that this topic would have arisen one day or another, since he was never the best at hiding such things… And really, Arthur himself was in denial of the whole, well, pleasure factor of being fed from.

So, how was he going to get himself out of this?

“Oh, uh, well.” Arthur began with a clear of his throat, retracting his hand sharply as if he was hit (and technically he was… mentally).

“Really, don’t worry about it, Francis. I am perfectly fine, and if I am not suffering than all the better, right?” Arthur hoped this would settle the subject and they could move on (with something like what they should eat for dinner or whether Francis wanted to watch that new film that came out… Something normal).

Really, Francis didn’t need to ask this question. From the way Arthur acted every time he fed, it was pretty obvious. But still, if they were going to be in a relationship, then they needed to be honest with each other about things like this! ...Even if it’d only been a few months.

Still, Francis couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Arthur’s embarrassment. He really was too cute for his own good.

“Hm, yes, I suppose you’re right,” he hummed, taking Arthur’s retracted hand in his, lacing their fingers together. “If you do enjoy yourself, then I don’t have to worry at all, hm? Perhaps I’ll even have to keep that in mind in the future~”

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