How about some France x oc with oc asking France for a favour of some sort?
IT HAS BEEN EIGHTY SEVEN YEARS
“Francis?” (Y/N) shyly called as she stood on the front porch of his house. He opened the door to see his friend at his door, her hair a mess and the leftovers of an attempt for formal makeup.
“I-I have an important meeting this afternoon, and... I need help,” she pleaded as he helped her inside and up to the bathroom.
“No problem, ma Cherie. Big Brother France will help you stun them with your beauty, they’ll just have to agree with you,” he smiled as she visibly relaxed.
“I’m so sorry if I bothered you, I just... I have to get this right..”
He drove away every worry as he sat her in front of his mirror and slowly brushed the kinks and knots from her hair. He then pulled it behind her head to keep it away from her face as he helped her apply delicate makeup.
“I still don’t understand how it is that you’re better at this than I am, Francis,” she joked as he gently applied eyeshadow.
She had to force herself not to turn red at how close he was to her face.
And he had to force himself not to kiss her as he applied lipstick to her lips.
“Practice, ma belle (Y/N).” He grinned as he soon saw her appearance coming together, telling her to keep her eyes closed until he was finished. He soon finished styling her hair, put small clips in, and sprayed it down.
“There we go! Oh dear, I may have brought too much beauty out- they won’t listen to a word you say, they’ll be focused on how stunning you look,” he joked.
She laughed, not realizing he meant every word.
“Thank you, Francis, you are a life saver!” she praised as she looked in the mirror. “I owe you lunch, or just-“ She saw him looking at her in the mirror. She paused, taking a deep breath. “Or... maybe dinner?”
His eyes widened as she turned to look at him, wringing her hands. He let out a soft gasp and nodded.
“Oui. Dinner would be wonderful,” he whispered as if he were in a dream. “But for now, you have a meeting, and people to woo~” he cooed as he helped her to the front door.
They hugged, but Francis couldn’t resist placing a kiss on the back of her hand with a wink before she left, the blush on her cheeks now a bit stronger.
