#frukweek2023

[awesome-apolo]

For fruk weeks free day

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I know it's late but yk

[aphfrukweek]

Prompts

From 18th June to 24th of June

Day 1: London-Paris / War and Peace

Day 2: Omg they were roommates / There was only one bed

Day 3 : Spy / Royal

Day 4: Pets / Growing old

Day 5: Mistake are made / letters

Day 6: Folklore/ pinning

Day 7: Free Day

Rules

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[koolkat9]

Fruk Week 2023 - Day 5

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Prompt:  Mistake are made || Letters

Rating: T

Pairing: Fruk

Word Count: 600

Read on AO3

Mistakes were Made

Arthur didn’t mean to spend the whole night with Francis. He didn’t mean to sneak away with them. He didn’t mean to fall into Francis’s bed (again). He didn’t mean to stay there until morning.

His head was pounding from a night of heavy drinking, but at least the rest of his body felt warm, something entrapping him, pushing back the cool air from his bare skin. He cuddled closer to the source of heat, groaning slightly from his headache.

He tried to recall what happened last night. He remembered Francis saying something stupid, then they got into an argument, which ended with them kissing, then he was guided to Francis's room, then they fu– Shit. He needed to get out of here. But it was so cozy, and his head was throbbing. So he stayed.

Then Francis stirred, pulling Arthur closer. Suddenly Arthur was fully awake. He needed to leave. He shouldn’t have stayed. He shouldn’t have even come here to begin with. But as much as Arthur struggled, Francis was just as strong and kept a hold of him. Eventually, Arthur just gave in, too tired and achy for this.

“Why do you always run?” Francis asked, voice soft.

“I don’t…I–You know this means nothing. Just a quick shag, and then we’re back to our fighting.”

Francis scoffed, rolling onto his back, finally freeing Arthur. “Why did I expect any less from you,” Francis huffed.

Arthur just rolled his eyes and began searching for his clothes. He slipped on his dress shirt, though kept it unbuttoned.

So you’re just going to leave,” Francis continued.

“Yes.”

“There is more to this, and you know it.”

Arthur whirled around, throwing his hands up in the air. “I don’t know what fantasy you came up with, but it’s all in your head.”

Francis’s eyes narrowed. “So all those smiles, those gentle looks, sweet nothings were all fantasy? Haven’t you realized how much gentler, tender these sessions have become.”

He was a butterfly pinned to a corkboard. Spread out, everything on display to Francis. No escape. Maybe it was true that sex had become softer between them, but that didn’t have to mean anything.

“Who knew the Great British Empire was represented by a coward?”

Something snapped, and Arthur was on top of Francis, fingers wrapped loosely around the their neck. A warning. “Take. That. Back,” Arthur growled.

Francis only smirked. “How kinky.”

That Goddamn Frenchman with his Goddamn wit, Goddamn curls, Goddamn kissable lips. Arthur crashed his lips into Francis’s, tugging at his hair as he laid claim. He thrusted his tongue into the mouth that never shut up.

Francis gripped Arthur’s shirt, trying to fight for dominance only to keep being pushed down by the raging Brit. But despite his bruised pride and flaring anger, as their lips rolled against each other Arthur began to melt against Francis. His lips slowed into a lazy yet sweet rhythm. Francis smiled against his lips, their grip loosening and instead cradling him carefully.

“Please don’t leave,” Francis begged, voice barely above a whisper.

“What if–” Francis raised a finger to Arthur’s lips.

“No one will disturb us. We’re safe in this room. I’ll help you sneak out later, but for now, I want you to stay. ”

His stomach was in knots, but with Francis running his hand up Arthur’s back, Arthur couldn’t fight the desire to just stay close to him. To share in his warmth and to forget about the world for a little while. He rolled off of Francis and planted himself in his side for the rest of the morning.

[the-heaminator]

@aphfrukweek

sorry for being late! Day 1: War and peace. Ie, me fucking rambling. Also war and peace as in the book comes up bc idk why not apparently. Fluff, lots of it

This was most certainly a scene, not that there was anything in particular happening, which was the odd thing, this is England and France we are talking about here, Arthur and Francis, even when they were on good terms they bickered often, more often than not they were most certainly not on good terms, then blood was usually drawn by either, or both sides.

This, this was bloody surreal, Rhys had seen a lot of odd things with his brothers involving Francis, somehow that man managed to get so deeply into both Arthur and Alisdair's mind, so fucking long ago, that he just sort of stayed there, it was a little fucking odd for someone to see two of his brothers, neither of which were particularly soft or loving in most meanings of either word, currently Arthur had gotten into Francis' good books, or the other way round, he wasn't sure, no one ever was, likely not even them.

Usually they were doing something, Arthur had a near inability to just sit still and relax, always wound tighter than a spring and just as ready to strike as one, but right now he was, wait, wait, was he fucking asleep???

That. That was sorcery, Arthur had genuinely fallen asleep, on Francis' shoulder no less.

Arthur, asleep as he was, did not notice Rhys walking in on that fucking scene of odd domestic affection, when he did sleep he slept hard and long, probably something built up from centuries of the most godawful sleep schedules, Francis did though, he was holding up an egregiously thick hardcover, the type that really looked like it could cause a concussion if used in the right (wrong?) way, Arthur had grabbed onto him in a way that even if he wanted to Francis couldn't move, and something told Rhys that it was unlikely that he wanted to do so anyways.

Francis noticed him loitering about the doorway "Come, sit down, you know as well as I that he wouldn't wake up if bombs were dropping overhead in this state."

He did have a point, and he sat down, Arthur was warm to the touch for once, and hey, that was his jumper, bloody jumper-stealing gremlin, he had his own! I mean if the jumpers didn't belong to them no one would notice the difference, frumpy, bobbled, faded and whatnot they all were, very clearly worn for a longass time, at least the one Artur was sleeping in right now did not smell like month-old buckfast and Scotland vomit.

This was a little awkward, he dimly registered that Francis was wearing one of Arthur's downright crustiest jumpers, a thing old enough to have a midlife crisis of its own, an utterly atrocious shade of green that somehow managed to be all the worst of green, brown and yellow all at once, but it was still one of the softest jumpers he owned, it was big on him, and for how large he appeared, Francis was not that much taller than Arthur, barely an inch, if that.

It was a little adorable he did have to admit, seeing Arthur almost nuzzle into Francis' chest as he lay asleep, how he so many centuries ago would react, probably even decades ago would react to this would be a mystery for all, but it was fun to imagine, they had always rutted like animals yes, but never just so, like this. Domestic was the only goddamn word for it, and domestic is not a word that i assure you that Rhys usually used for Francis or Arthur, let alone the both of them together.

He didn't comment on that though, and instead scanned the cover of the book that Francis was reading, War and Peace, sure he had read it before but jesus that book was a beast, clearly Arthurs copy by how dog eared the pages were, much to literally fucking everyone's chagrin.

"War and peace huh. You like it?"

"Eh, it's getting there, I've never actually read it before, it is certainly a rather dense book I do say."

That was certainly a nice way to put it, if he were to put weight labels on books, War and Peace would be considered quite morbidly obese, that shit was huge, Francis took off his glasses for a moment, he had glasses, most nations did nowadays, too long in the dark had fucked with their vision, and a lot of them weren't exactly as young as they once were, Arthur had been going grey slowly for nearly a century prior, Francis had started somewhat after that, vain bastard probably covered it up for a while but right now it seemed that he really couldn't give a shit.

It was fun to see Arthur go grey before he did, the way nations aged was odd, and while Arthur was the youngest of them nation-wise, excluding North of course, he was the oldest physically and he hadn't ever exactly taken the best care of himself ever and it fucking showed.

Anyhow that whole thing aside, Francis put down the book onto the table on the side of the sofa, it made quite a loud thunk, Arthur did not wake up because of course he didn't, put his glasses atop it, and slowly glided his fingers through Arthur's hair.

To Rhys, it seemed odd but in the best way possible, he had sem them at each others throats for what was literally nearly a fucking millennia, and if they weren't they usually had something else highly questionable going on, he had seen them fighting with knives, swords, muskets, guns, what all and whatnot, brawling in the mud when drunk, often till either or both were properly bruised and battered, how times changed huh.

Oh, now he just sounded old and cheesy, fuck this.

He rose from his seat and left those two to whatever it was that they were doing, it was a little too good to last, he knew it wouldn't, it was natural for them never to really stay still, but for now let them have their fun and cuddling, no one else would do it to Arthur, let alone willingly, probably the same for Francis (well save for Alisdair) so this was good for the both of them, so bad for anyone else that they had to be with each other.

He left the room with a sigh, Arthur still had his favourite bloody jumper, he would raid his cupboard in retribution. Hmpf, bastard.

[orbitinghetalia]

Don't you worry about the distance...

"But they've got planes and trains and cars I'd walk to you if I had no other way."

"Our friends would all make fun of us And we'll just laugh along because we know That none of them have felt this way."

Prompt day 1: London-Paris for @aphfrukweek.

[miramizar]

@aphfrukweek

Day 4: Pets (sorry I’m a little late!)

(Takes place somewhere during the post-roman era)

~~~

Bonnie

Francis is in the garden again.

You may find it a bit odd, but for being a personification of a country he really isn’t that interested in battles, politics or even in expanding the borders of what is to become the Frankish kingdom. No, the young man loves beautiful things alone, and among them he loves his garden the most - he can spend literal hours in the clearings that are surrounded by lush forests and sparkling rivers, and he feels no shame in admitting that the meadows overflowing with pretty flowers are his biggest source of happiness.

But today there is something strange about the garden.

It is as he twirls in the grass that he notices something out of the corner of his eye; something bright and shapeless, and.. unnatural. He stops to look around, but sees nothing out of the ordinary. That should calm him, but it doesn't - Francis hasn't seen anyone for years, if you don’t count the conquerors that pass through every now and then, so for something to appear silently like this is quite alarming.

There!

He’s quick to react and grabs whatever it is that slithers across the ground near his feet, and immediately he is pulled forward, the power behind it forcing him to push his heels to the ground to avoid toppling over. After taking a couple of seconds to catch his breath, he turns his focus to the thing he is holding onto, which turns out to be a long, twisted rope with a loop that encircles a white horse’s neck. A surprised gasp then escapes the youngling’s lips as he looks up to see the horn located on the animal’s forehead.

“A unicorn?”

Then he is once again pulled forward, this time with such force that he loses his footing and finds himself being mercilessly dragged away.

He somehow manages to keep his hold on the rope until the unicorn slows down, and moments later he hears a cry of joy.

“Unicorn! Where have you been?!” Francis looks up from where he’s been dropped off and sees a mop of golden hair, green eyes and thick eyebrows that are raised high upon the little boy noticing him. “Who are you?”

Despite it sounding more like gibberish than words of an actual language, Francis understands enough to know that he has to introduce himself, which he does after tidying himself up enough to look presentable. “My name is Francis. Is the unicorn yours? It was in my garden - wait, I think we still are in my garden.”

He forgets his confusion when the boy leaves the unicorn and steps closer, squinting a little - because that’s when Francis recognises him.

“Arthur?”

It’s been ages since he last saw his immortal friend from across the sea, and he takes in the boy’s appearance, curious to know just how much he’s grown since then. Arthur on the other hand seems to become bashful under his gaze, running back to the unicorn when a hand is reached out to touch him. And yet, those big, beautiful eyes never avert from his and it doesn’t take long before they’re both smiling.

So if you notice something peculiar about the garden today, or rather it’s inhabitants, fear not - they simply got the nicest surprise of the century, all thanks to a certain magical creature that only the two of them can see.

~~~

(crossposted on AO3)

[multifandomfern]

Day 3 Royal

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AO3

Sorry it's late!

"Why can't I go with you?" whined Peter. Arthur chuckled,

"Because it'll be way past your bedtime." Peter crossed his arms pouting.

"Come on chap, smile. You'll get to spend more time with Berwald and Timo. I thought you liked them." said Arthur. He straightened his tie, wanting to present himself as a neat and sensible gentleman. It wasn't everyday the whole kingdom got invited to a grand ball.

"Yeah but I'll miss the party!" argued Peter.

"It's a ball, not a party. Parties are more exciting. Balls are boring."

"You're just saying that so I won't want to go you jerk!" Before Arthur could think of a retort, there was a knock on the door. Peter ran to answer it. Arthur sighed. Maybe he should just stay home with Peter. He wasn't the greatest in large groups. But he had to at least try. He could always leave early if things got really bad. He examined himself in the mirror. His hair was nicely brushed, and his suit was spick and span. His eyebrows were bushy, but Arthur didn't think they needed plucking. They were fine just as they were.

He headed to the lounge room where Peter was wrapped in a hug by Berwald. Timo was watching the two, love in his strange violet eyes. Then he noticed Arthur and smiled.

"Arthur you look great. So ready to go party huh?" He asked. Peter perked up.

"So it is a party!" He yelled. Berwald gently laughed while Arthur shook his head.

"It's a ball!" He insisted.

"Isn't that the same thing?" Timo questioned. As amazing as the man was, Arthur wanted him to shut up.

"A party is loud and exciting and a ball is oh nevermind, I need to get going. Peter you better behave and not cause any trouble."

"I'll behave don't worry so much!" The boy exclaimed. He was put back onto the ground. Arthur sighed,

"Alright. Love you Peter. I'll see you tomorrow." Peter latched onto Arthur giving his leg a hug.

"Love you too." He murmured. A smile appeared onto the older one's face. He bent down and kissed the top of Peter's head. Then he got up and started going out the door.

"Thanks for watching him, Timo, Berwald!" He quickly thanked.

"No problem Arthur!" Timo said, cheerfully. Satisfied, Arthur shut the door and began to mentally prepare himself for the ball.

...

He had not mentally prepared himself well enough. It was too much, all the people, all the chatter, all the overwhelming patterns and smells of expensive clothing and perfumes. Arthur had to get away from it all. He hurried away not even knowing where he was headed. Just away. He couldn't deal with it anymore.

Slam! Arthur took a deep breath as the noise became much quieter and the air a lot fresher. He blinked realizing he had walked out into a garden. He squinted a bit seeing the sunset out in the distance. The way the sun hit the garden...all Arthur could think to describe it was beautiful. Pink roses tinted orange by the sunset were everywhere. Other flowers, ones Arthur couldn't immediately identify, were also spread around the garden soaking in the colors of the sun. It was bright and bold but authentic. Not like the people with their over exaggerated dresses and suits. This was real beauty.

"Beautiful isn't it?" A voice asked. Arthur flinched. He turned around to see a grinning blond man. Arthur examined him. His hair was long and lush. His face was very symmetrical, Arthur hadn't realized someone's face could be that perfect. The man's eyes reflected the sun making him appear prettier than he already was.

"Yes I've never seen a garden as healthy as this one." replied Arthur.

"Well it is a royal garden. They can get whatever they want for it." The man said.

"Selfish royals." muttered Arthur. The other man laughed. It didn't sound natural, but Arthur wouldn't judge when he knew his own laugh creeped out some people.

"You know no one's allowed back here." The man pointed out. He ran a hand through his hair. Arthur forced his eyes away from the movement. It was like the man was secretly gloating about his looks. It wasn't like he didn't have reason to. Arthur knew he fit in perfectly with the beautiful sunset and garden.

"Then why are you here?" Arthur challenged, not wanting to be dismissive because the other man was attractive.

"Oh, um, well, some rules are meant to be broken!" stuttered the blond. Arthur smirked at the suddenly shattered coolness.

"Realized that rules apply to you too?" He teased.

"I suppose so. Who are you anyways?"

"Are you planning to tattle on me?"

"No! I'm just curious! You're a bold man, I'd like to know more about you."

"Really?" Arthur asked, skeptically. Someone wanting to know more about him? He was definitely hallucinating. He could try all he wanted to get to know other people, but they never wanted to know him.

"Yeah I mean you came through a door with the sign do not enter. No one else has."

"How long have you been here?"

"A while. I guess all the guards and servants got too busy with the ball. Now since I answered two of your questions how about you answer two of mine?"

"Answer one: fine. Answer two: Arthur Kirkland." Arthur gave in, not wanting to be too unfair or impolite despite the circumstance. The man grinned. He stuck a hand out.

"Francis." Arthur took his hand, and they shook.

"Francis...?" Arthur said, raising an eyebrow. Francis laughed,

"I only wanted your first name."

"You could've been more specific."

"Are you always this grumpy, Mr. Kirkland?"

"Please call me Arthur. No I am not always this grumpy, but when you live in a world of stupid people it can be hard not to be."

"I get what you mean. There's many snobby and entitled people I have to deal with." sighed Francis. Arthur nodded, sympathetically. Then he realized Francis and him were still holding each other's hands. He blushed a bit. The contact was too long for his liking, so he pulled away to look at some roses. Francis followed him.

"They really are beautiful flowers aren't they?" He asked, softly. Arthur nodded again. Then he felt a hand gently move his hair and place something in it. He assumed it was a rose.

"I don't think you can do that." He stated. Francis shrugged.

"I did anyways." Arthur couldn't hide the smile that formed on his face. It grew bigger as Francis continued with,

"A beautiful man deserves a beautiful flower." Even though Arthur knew he was blushing he looked up at Francis. The man was so beautiful and while Arthur didn't know him, he had a good feeling. Francis seemed kind and fun. He seemed like a good man, and Arthur desperately hoped that was true. Maybe his guard was just down because Francis admitted to wanting to know him. Arthur couldn't care though. He moved closer to Francis's face, and Francis moved closer to his. Arthur continued nervous but excited to share a kiss but then...

"PRINCE FRANCIS! COME OUT THIS INSTANT!" Arthur was stunned as Francis pushed him away, gave a sheepish smile and hurried to the door.

Prince Francis?

That actually explained a lot. Why he was in there, why he hadn't given his last name, why he would give Arthur a flower...

Of course Arthur had fallen for the prince of all people! He groaned. He was such an idiot. The prince wouldn't love some commoner like him! The prince could get anyone he wanted, he wouldn't go for poor socially awkward Arthur! And yet, he had felt so kind and genuine. Francis...Arthur couldn't really think of him as a prince. He just felt like Francis. Said man soon came rushing back.

"Sorry about that." He quickly apologized. He looked like he wanted to say more but couldn't figure out how to. Arthur could easily relate to that.

"You're the prince huh?" He asked. Francis avoided his eyes.

"Yes I am."

"That explains why you were back here. So where's your crown if you're a prince?"

"In my bedroom. I didn't want to be the prince tonight you know. I wanted to find someone who'd like me as a person, not a prince." confessed Francis. Arthur smiled then blushed again.

"As a person you annoyed me a bit, but I think you had some charm. As a prince all you've been is annoying, getting our kiss interrupted." He explained. Francis sighed in relief.

"So you didn't know I was the prince? And you were actually going to kiss me?"

"Yes I was. And I'd..." Arthur took a deep breath.

"I'd like to try again." Francis beamed at that. The fading sunlight highlighted his happiness making Arthur feel really happy himself. He moved closer, and Francis eagerly did the same. As Arthur finally connected his lips to Francis's, sparks ignited. It was amazing. Francis's lips were soft and sweet, and god, did Arthur love kissing them. He hoped Francis felt the same about his. Testing the waters, Arthur moved a hand up to play with Francis's hair. Easily moving his hand through it, Arthur determined Francis had the silkiest hair in the world. It was just that nice. The two eventually parted and stared at each other.

"So this is love?" Francis asked. Arthur scoffed,

"I think we need more time together before deciding that."

"Oh well I do sneak out of the castle a lot. Maybe we could go see the ocean sometime?" He suggested.

"That would be splendid. Just be careful sneaking out."

"For you, I would do anything." Francis said, flirtatiously. Arthur chuckled,

"Let's not be like Romeo and Juliet. But seriously be careful, I don't want you getting hurt to meet me, Francis." While he said not to be like Romeo and Juliet, he couldn't help but find the idea kind of endearing. It would be nice to go right to being madly in love. Though Arthur still had a job and Peter to worry about. He was sure Francis had lots of royal nonsense to take care of.

"I'll try my best. I better go talk to boring people before my parents find out I've been here the whole time. See you tomorrow around seven?"

"Sounds good. See you then." Arthur agreed. He watched Francis leave, the last of the sun seemingly going with him. Arthur didn't mind. The bright stars above him gave him a good feeling that this thing, this love he felt for Francis would work out.

The Next Day...

"So Arthur how was the ball?" Timo asked.

"Actually quite nice." Arthur admitted. Timo grinned.

"Meet anyone special?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Arthur said, curtly before drinking some tea. Peter chimed up,

"So you didn't meet Prince Francis?" Arthur choked on his tea.

"What?" He asked. How would Peter have known?

"The guy whose family hosted the ball?" Peter asked.

"No. I was busy with other things." lied Arthur. If Peter hadn't known before he might as well have known now. Timo laughed which made Arthur wish he wasn't so easy to read.

"Other things? What else do you do at a ball than greet the host? What's more important than that?" Timo questioned. Arthur looked at a clock willing it to be time for work. It was ten minutes away, but for him it was close enough.

"Sorry lads, I gotta be going." He decided. He quickly put on a jacket and headed out. Behind him was the laughter of Timo and even Peter. He couldn't help but think that Francis would easily get along with them.

[awesome-apolo]

For @aphfrukweek in today's Pining prompt. Day 6: Folklore / pining