France X Sick!Reader: Mon Papillon Prologue

You had passed each other in the halls numerous times, not that you or he paid each other any mind. You both ran with different crowds and had different interests and different hobbies. In fact, there was almost nothing that you or he had in common other than you both went to the same school and you both had an affinity for roses.

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Francis Bonnefoy would not have paid you any mind that day when you both had just so happened to be in a little secluded café if you had not fainted.

You were there to buy a banana nut muffin and a coffee – extra cream and extra sugar – like you would every Saturday morning before taking a quick walk to the park to sit in your favorite gazebo beneath a weeping willow tree and read the latest novel that had captured your interest. You just so happened to get there an hour later than usual, – the normal time for Francis Bonnefoy to visit the little shoppe. He was walking in as you were walking out with your little brown bag with the muffin inside and your coffee. Being the natural charmer that he is, it was only natural that he held the door open for you. You smiled sweetly and as you opened your mouth to thank him your breath was cut short and your vision blurred and you felt yourself falling before strong arms caught you. Faintly you could hear the sound of your coffee and muffin hitting the floor and a voice with a strong French accent telling the barista to call 911 before telling you that you were going to be okay.