France x Reader Cantarella

My wandering gaze is returned by you in this closed-off, private little world

You're oblivious or so you'd like to think, but this spark is undeniable

My burning heart ignites with desire... I slowly edge close, while hiding this fire

Closer still, you let out a sigh. Your breath leaves me in a trance

Francis was looking at (y/n), his ocean blue eyes looking her in her (f/c) dress with a matching color mask. Her (h/c) hair was in light curls, bouncing as she was dancing with…. Arthur. He hated him so much; (y/n) was to be married with Arthur by her father. Francis was enraged of it, he been her childhood since they were 5 and her father didn’t care about him.  He was in love with her, yes, but doesn’t know how to say it to her; but he wanted her to be his, and his only.

Even though this seems like ordinary love,

I'll lay my trap so you fall for it

I will make sure that even in the smallest cracks,

I won't leave any footprints behind

He saw Arthur left, leaving (y/n) alone, alone. This gave Francis a chance. He walked over to her and cleared his throat. “Excuse me, madam.” She looks at him, her (e/c) orbs looking at him. Knowing she won’t know who he is cause he is wearing a mask as well. “Yes?” She asked. “I was wondering you like a drink?” He asked with a small smile. She thinks about it and nods a little with a smile. ‘God, ‘er smile is beautiful.’ He thought and nods. “I’ll be right back.”

He walked over to where the food and drinks are. He grabbed a glass and poured some wine in it. He reached into his pocket to pull out a small blue bottle and opens it, pouring a little bit in the drink. He then closed it and puts it back in his pocket and walks over back to (y/n) that was by the garden looking at the roses. “Beautiful aren’t they.” He said, making her jump a bit looking at him with a nod. “Yes, they are.” She said with a smile. “Not as beautiful as you. ‘ere is your drink.” He hands it to her; she blushes at his comment but nods and takes the glass of wine.

She puts the glass to her lips, Francis lightly smirking as she starts drinking it then stops. “Thank you.” She suddenly starts wobbling a bit. “What happen…?” She was about to fall but Francis caught her and dropped the glass making it break into little pieces. He smirks a little.

You thought you could see through my subtle words, but your guard is broken nonetheless

You don't hesitate to drink down every sip, deadly poison I know all too well

There is nowhere for you to escape, these rusted chains will lock you in place

The more you fight the harder it gets, as time keeps ticking away

He takes her to his room and lays her on the bed, putting her hand on her stomach and caressing her cheek. He takes off his mask, same with hers and puts them on the small table. He smiles, his eyes looking over her body, she became so beautiful in the past years. He takes her hand that was by her side and kisses her knuckles then noticed a ring on her ring finger, it was an engagement ring. His ocean blue eye darken and takes off the ring, he gets off the bed and walks to the window, he opens it and throws the ring out, he turns around and hears a small splash noise, knowing the ring went in the fountain.

He walks back over to her and he takes off his coat, showing he was wearing a black dress shirt and showed his chest a bit. “My angel, I will make you mine…” He whispered, his hand moving to her hair, his finger wrapped a bit by the light curls in her hair.

If we were to drift into a tangled forest, with no space left between us both

I am sure the scent of our passion and sweat would be too much for us to bear

He leans in a bit to kiss her until he felt a hand pushing him away and a kick to where the sun doesn’t shine. He groans and back away. “Who are you?!” (y/n) said. ‘ ‘ow did she wake up so quickly.” He thought. “Answer me.” She said as she tries to get away, she doesn’t remember him, he though, this made his heart break a bit. “Mon cher, do you really not remember me..?” He said sadly. She blinks a bit then looked closely at his face. “Francis, is that you..?” She asked and he nods.

“It’s been so long mon cher.” He smiles a little. “Why did you bring me here Francis..?” She moves closer to him and he looks away and sighs. “(y/n) you don’t deserve to marry that black sheep! Je t’aime (y/n), for a long time I ‘ave, I want to be by your side till the very end.” A blush went on her face. He loved her, and surprisingly, she loved him too. She never had feelings for Arthur; she was forced to marry him by her father.

She smiles and crawls over to him and kisses him on the lips. He was shocked until he kissed her back, the kiss was gently and they soon pulled away. “I love you too Francis, always has, and always will.”

Even though this seems like ordinary love,

I'll lay my trap so you fall for it

I will make sure that I see all the smallest cracks,

and capture your heart.

He smiles and they kissed again, in his mind he was happy, that she felt the same way, though he had an idea on what to do about the force marriage, planning on leaving this place with her to travel across the world.

Now we've drifted deep into this tangled forest, with no space left between us both

I am certain the scent of our passion and sweat will be enough to get you ensnared