Thought about Arthur allowing himself to be weird and careless around François' and to a degree, even Arielle and Dési. To be vulnerable, to be human, to be someone who cries and bleeds and has a beating heart.
And then I also thought about even when those he hurt the most, he detests the most and who detest him, see this side, they can't really believe it. And how he's just fine with that, this dehumanization, because it suits his goals and his own sanity. Everything is an act to protect himself from any more harm the world has already caused himself, from the retribuition of the harm he has caused. Rather a monster than a man, because a man bleeds.
Everytime pre-Robert stopping to be a casual homophobe, everytime he said something that could be used to discuss what he thinks queerness is/could be understood as gay. Désirée and François made pog faces at each other, because they knew they could annoy the fuck out of him for at least the next ten minutes to 24 hours.
One of the very fun things of Team France and Team England interacting is honestly the combination of Arthur and Dési. Sometimes he is a weird enough kid deep down inside to match her energy (NO ONE is as enthusiastic about ghost hunting as are these two. Arthur could always ask Dési if she wanted to go to a creepy, old place with him) And sometimes, Désirée "LOOK AT THIS WORM I FOUND IN THE TIDE MUD!" Dupont goes against all sensibilities of Arthur "The height of civilization" Kirkland.
Also there's no pirate prompt but you can still do it for the last day since it's a free day.
I'm so glad you liked them!!! Your drabble was so cute and that stupid fucking misunderstanding at the end... leave it to Arthur Kirkland to ruin a good thing for himself. (But can you imagine Arthur visiting some time later and the roses are having trouble growing. Of course Francis would have never asked Arthur for help, so he went to Emma or Antonio for help but they couldn't tell him. So Arthur gives him some tips and still thinks 'He probably doesn't even give a shit, but the poor roses deserve better' and....... probably mentions that it needs this or that because it is a certain type of rose. And Francis is like "How do you know it's that rose breed?" So now Arthur wants to die on the spot but tries to wave it off with a "Well, because of the stems and the colour and the leafshape, they're very distinct even at such an early stage", but Francis already put one and one together. Chews him out for not just telling him and being such a stubborn fool and then kisses him before Arthur can storm off. <3)
And OHHHH my god... I could... ahhh don't tempt me... 😩
I'd set it in my pirate AU, with my Human OCs which you already briefly met through that one ask. Team England was Arthur as privateer, Tahir as Navy Officer and Robert as pirate, so they ended up together by accident and had to take their time to grow close. (Robert saw both of them as dirty policing government pests, Tahir saw both of them as pirate scum and Arthur was alternating between doing the same and relating to both of them. Anyways, they're all pals now. And Robert and Tahir are dating.) Team France was François as privateer, Arielle as merchant/a merchant's daughter (and supposed to be Tahir's fiancé, bc he only went on the entire treasure hunt/tropic sea spree to rise in the ranks before proposing to her... Yeah, nothing of that worked out as intended.) And Désirée as some fisherwoman with a zest for adventure. She ends up befriending the Kraken of the story and names it Pierre :).
And so I love the idea that when they are having their heart to heart, the other four show up, bickering and FrUK is so shocked that they sent the treasure flying over the cliff they're standing at. Three options then:
1) I take Arthur as pragmatic enough that he strips what he needs to strip and dives in after it while Francis still laments over how this would ruin his clothes.
2) Both think that's a bad idea, but Robert just jumps after it and when he gets out, treasure in hand, he says "It's not that big a deal if you weren't such a bunch of fucking bitches! C'mon, let's get going Arthur." Bonus if Dési has the same instinct and these two have to scuffle for the treasure.
3) Désirée isn't perturbed in the slightest. "Aw, why the long faces? I can get Pierre to fish it out!"
Arthur: "Your island sized octopus?! You want me to believe that beast will fetch a tiny box like some lapdog?! Do you even listen to yourself?!"
Bonus: Pierre rises from the sea behind them (either unprompted or after Dési whistles), on their house sized head the tiny box.
Oi if ya don’t mind ranking the ocs on most to least likely to commit tax evasion pls and thank you
Okay, WELL. Since my Like Father Like Son AU is literally an Organized Crime AU, I do have to say that a lion share of them ARE actively evading taxes. I'm giving you a top three on who's personally best equipped for it though.
Top 3 Best Tax Evaders
Leo Reiter. They've worked for more than a decade in finances. They were literally made to do this and now that they're the right hand to Lilli Eva Zwingli (APH Liechtenstein) it's LITERALLY all they do.
Tahir Rashid. Did specialize in property law and not tax law, but close enough.
Havva Be Yauno. Worked for the Turkish government before they were fired for discriminatory reasons, so who better to cheat the state than someone cheated BY the state.
Top 3 Worst Tax Evaders
Jack Rutherford. He's the epitome of a himbo. I love my boy with all my heart, but any trade he is even a jack of does NOT include anything like taxes.
Hugo Lahrouchi. Not my OC but by my friend C0FFINATED on twitter - He's Lilli's other right hand and he is just here to be an uwu bean and to beat people up. All he know is be bisexual, lie, eat hot chip, charge phone and twerk.
Désirée Dupont. I think she actually could be great at it, it's just that her mind is occupied with literally anything else. There are five million more interesting ways to wreak havoc, so why waste time with tax evasion. She needs to read every Wikipedia article on fucked up deep sea fish, she ain't got time for that.
Preface: This drabble was born out of @crispyliza‘s tags for another FrUK fanfic where she expressed her love for Francis centered Fruk. It’s just a drabble and needs editing but I’ll hope it’s what you wished for nonetheless.
Also the title is taken from True Love by P!nk, fight me
Summary: François’ best friend is once more disappointed by her favourite Englishman and comes to him to rant about it.
She’s not alone with her feelings.
Warning: This is an Human AU and set in my Mafia!AU series. It contains major human OCs and minor aph OCs.
Ships: FrUK, Tarielle or Arielle&Tahir, mentioned ScotFra, mentioned UltsterScot, mentioned Railey.
„I hate him so much sometimes, I wish I would have in first place,“ Arielle said after she came into François’ office. Sun was setting over Paris and soon enough, the street lamps outside would turn on and chase the grey-ish blue away.
No one could however probably chase the kind of blue away Arielle felt.
François smiled faintly while his eyebrows arched upwards. “What did Tahir do now? Anything in particular?”
“He exists and rubs me the wrong way!” Arielle said and let herself fall onto one of the armchairs in his office.
He sighed and chuckled quietly, then got up from his office chair and sat next to Arielle. “So it’s just another day of you regretting what is instead of what could be.”
Arielle shot him a suspicious and miffed look; she still didn’t like it when people said she had a crush on Tahir instead of just appreciating him as a friend. Since that one evening in Germany however, she had been opposing those kind of comments less vehemently. François suspected it had something to do with jealousy, especially after the stunt the Englishmen had pulled.
Speaking of Englishmen, it reminded him of the text he had received earlier this day – and tried to forget ever since.
Thankfully, Arielle drew his attention to the one that worried her, not him. “He’s just – ugh! Working, working, working, always fucking working!”
This is business only François, keep that in mind.
“Sometimes I wonder if he thinks he’s being paid by hour like every other office worker, I can’t explain this bullshit any other way!” Arielle says. “But what he can shove even more up his ass are his snide comments about how I’m apparently never working! Fuck him!”
Sometimes I think, you strike yourself, just for fun.
You’re the fucking boss François, how can you slack off like that?!
Nothing comes from nothing, get your arse up, frog.
“I can definitely see where you’re coming from,” he said. “Although I really can’t see our Gentleman making snide comments towards you.”
“Gentleman! Manners are fine but a stick up one’s ass this size is not!” Arielle declared. “Speaking of that, the snide comments surprise you?! Sometimes I think he’s nothing but biting and belittling comments! I like myself a tall man, but not when they are on a high horse!”
Don’t you want to maintain the good old French traditions and just give up?
Sometimes, I think I should write you a poem, but I haven’t found enough poetical words for hate in thesaurus yet. One day I’m sure.
I’ll put off my usual level of sarcasm when you get an unusual level of spine.
“Oh, and speaking of snide, if I’ll ever have to get into another argument about people I like, I’m going to start listing off every single trait which makes them better than him! I’ve had it with the weird looks, and snorts and ‘Arielle, you can’t be serious!’”
Just go back to this blasted Scotsman if you like him so much more than me! You two are plotting my downfall behind my back already, anyways!
I can’t believe how you can even remotely trust someone like the Russians, let alone like them.
I swear to God, one day I’m going to go on a suicide mission just to kill this Spaniard. If you try to help him, I guarantee for nothing.
“I can’t be serious?! I’m having none of that of the man who’s hanging around someone like Robert! Robert, out of all people! Tahir must have flushed his common sense down the toilet somewhere along the last two years!”
“Well, first of all, they’re colleagues and I know Dési can drive you up the wall as well, but you still love her, too”, François said. Though it was hard to sort his sorts when a certain Englishman was hijacking them.
Arielle leant in to him with a jerk. “Well, Dési might me a total nutcase, but Robert is one of the worst wankers I’ve ever met! And it’s not like Tahir had much sympathy for him all the years they worked together before!”
François sighed and rubbed his eyes. “You have to admit though that Robert has changed for the better over the last two years.”
“He’s still a jerk!“
“You know what, I can’t actually deny that.”
And Arthur’s still an asshole, he thought to himself.
“God, sometimes I think Hannah is right when she says that any kind of feelings for this man are forsaken and unjustified,” she hissed, more to her herself than to François, gazing, or rather contemptuously squinting, into space.
“You’re telling things like these Hannah but not me?!” François asked. His offended look was only met with a tired one by Arielle.
“Hannah isn’t a little snitch who holds things like these against me”
“She could tell Gavin! You know how close these two are to each other!”
“She won’t tell Gavin” Arielle said. “This is a thing between two friends. Friend talk stays with friends and girl talk stays with girls.”
“I can’t believe you think I’m not trustworthy,” François said and pouted. His thoughts had went astray again, however.
So that’s why Arielle and Hannah had taken a walk all alone the last times they had met their Scottish allies and friends. He remembered his talk with Gavin as well even when the topics slipped his mind right now. It was filled with his laughter, his sweet smile and the way his deep green eyes sparkled when he grinned. The reassurance, the well-meant jokes and the compliments he gave him.
Gavin McAlistair had grown into quite the man and right now, François thought he had become even more charming than he had been as young adult, when the two of them had been boyfriends.
What a lucky woman Hannah was to be his fiancée.
“François.” Arielle’s firm voice – and the snap of her finger in front her face – jolted him out of his thoughts. “Earth to François, listen to me when I try to comfort you. It’s not that I don’t think you’re trustworthy … I just needed someone like Hannah this time.”
“Alright,” he said. “I forgive you.” He grinned at her and she grinned back.
After a moment of silence, they simultaneously sighed.
“I don’t know what to do with him, though,” Arielle said. “Then I’ll look him and he smiles at me as if he was one of Disney’s Prince Charmings and flirts with me.” She snorted, a thin smile on her lips. “With his basic French skills. But I don’t care, my heart will always make a jump when he says ‘Ma belle’. No matter how much I rant, I’ll always be a lady to him, no, he loves me for my temper, too. And he listens like no other, with the most attention and politeness I’ve ever seen in a man.” She chuckled. “I hate how I can’t hate him at the end of the day. Not one single bit.”
François stared at the ground in front of him as he listened to her say that.
Here, let me help you. A gentleman’s ought to do that.
I hate your hair for being so perfect. One day you’re going to wake up bald because I’ve made a wig out of it. Dear lord, no one should look this good.
You want to speak French? Bon d’accord!
I wish I could catch the smell of your cooking and of your clothes sometimes and fill the house with it whenever I need it. Sometimes it’s good to know I’m not alone.
The door opened with a loud bang and both Arielle and François started at the sound.
“Yoooo, I brought waffles,” Désirée said after she walked into the office, a small shopper basket in her hand.
“Where did you get waffles from?” Arielle asked mistrustful.
“That’s a secret.”
“Désirée, tell me immediately where you get those from or I’ll have to throw them out and evacuate the office”, François said. “One can never be too sure with you.”
“You’ll never get me to sing out,” Désirée said and kept staring him straight into the eyes while she fished a waffled from the basket and took a bite.
“I’m still not eating any of these,” Arielle said, shaking her head.
“Your loss,” Désirée said with her mouth full of waffle.
“Don’t you have better things to do than go around and make … or find waffles?” François asked her.
“Don’t you two have better things to do than Arielle moaning how her favourite piece of ass is totally making heart eyes at Robert and … why ever you are down?”
“Would you stop clinging onto that rumor?!” Arielle said.
“I’m its originator, if I would deny it I’d stand there like someone who only says scandalous things to start shit,” she said and shoved the last piece of the waffle into her mouth. “And since that is my reputation already, no need to reinforce it.
“How can someone be so full of shit?!” Arielle asked Désirée but François only halfheartedly heard her answer.
Instead he stared at his phone. At the reason he had been down.
‘There’s a new French restaurant that opened up in my borough’ Arthur had wrote to him this morning.
‘Oh, did you go there yet? Or is this an invitation for a date?’
‘No, I thought of taking you there because if there is one thing I need is Frenchman arguing over food, loudly and preferably in French.’
He rolled his eyes when his phone started to vibrate and Arthur’s name and picture appeared on the screen.
“Allô?”
“Oi Frog, you didn’t answer me.”
“You don’t answer me for weeks on end sometimes, so I really don’t see how you’re one to talk here.”
“I’ll always answer when we try to make plans, though, but that’s too much to ask for when it comes to your irresponsible ass!” Arthur said, causing confusion to François, who thought he was in the wrong movie.
“Plans?! What kind of plans?! I thought you don’t need me around or did I misread your last message?!”
“Learn to speak sarcasm!”
“Usually sarcasm is reserved to you being a dick! And I speak it fluently, thank you, otherwise you’d look like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum to me most of the time!”
“Fine! Do you want to go now or not?!”
François bristled. “On one condition.”
“You better be reasonable about this,” Arthur hissed.
“Be a gentleman and apologise.”
“I hate you, frog. But I’m sorry for not being clear what I wanted from you . I’ll tone my sarcasm down next time.”
“Oh really, I’d like to see you try,” François said.
“Only when I really do want to say something nice and affirmative, not the rest of the time, don’t get your hopes up.”
“I can’t wait for the next time you’ll spare a compliment for me to prove this. I’d only have to wait roughly fifty years!”
“You’re exhausting me,” Arthur said and François leant back, crossing his legs.
“I can’t remember you saying this outside of the bedroom, chér, this must be a first.”
The streetlamps turned on outside and raised the grey-blue veil that had been drawn over Paris’ streets. François felt the one drawn over his own hear disappear as well.
I still love how many trans people on twitter I knew attached to Désirée so quickly. Her being only a socially transitioned transwoman being probably a less important facet than her being simply utterly unhinged. This woman is the embodiment of doing something for the bit.
