BTT x Reader - Untouchable (Francis Ending)

“I like Francis,” you stated with a blush on your cheeks.

“Ohonhon,” was all that came from the Frenchman before he pulled you into a hug and messed up your hair, getting a growl out of you.

“No fair,” Gilbert grumbled under his breath before stomping off. Antonio only sighed sadly before walking off to join Gilbert.

“Mon cher, I’m glad it ez mio zat you like,” he said, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

“Francis, stop that,” you groaned, uncomfortable by his closeness.

“But why?” he questioned, suddenly tilting your head up giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“What was that for?” you shouted as he began to drag you to class.

“There’s no time, we have class,” he said smiling.

~~Le Timeskip of Time~~ (Le Whoosh)

You arrived to class with Francis’ arm draped across your shoulders and him almost dragging you into the room. As you entered all the guys and some girls stared at the two of you bewildered.

“Say it,” Francis told you, his smile becoming wider.

“….” You mumbled something not loud enough to be heard and the class wanted to know what it is.

“Louder,” he said.

“…”

“_(f/n)_,” he almost demanded this time.

“I’m going to prom with Francis,” you said through gritted teeth. Most the boys ‘aw’ed in sadness and some girls just glared.

“Yes, mon cher, lady _(l/n)_, is going to prom with me. That means I am the one she likes, so in your faces,” Francis said leading you to a chair and sitting down. You sighed as you sat down next to him, just as the teacher walked in.

“Ok, today class,” she began but was interrupted by a known French-accented voice.

“Miss _(insert teacher name here)_, Principal _(insert principal name here)_ wanted to see you in her office,” he lied with a simple smile.

“Oh. Well, remain quiet until I return,” she said and walked out the door and the class soon burst into chatter and laughter.

“So, _(f/n)_, I zhink zat we should go on a date soon,” Francis said, pulling you on top his lap.

“Fine,” you mumbled, snuggling into the crook of his neck, successfully causing him to blush and smirk.

“Good. Oh and mon cher, you’ll regret being so sweet with me,” he spoke slyly.

“What do you,” your eyes widened as something oddly hand-shaped touched your bum.

Let’s just say, Francis learned to never touch your bum again and that you have a wicked upper-cut.