Selfies to A Husband 1 (UKFr)

It was a nice sunny Saturday and a certain Englishman was spending it outdoors, taking care of his garden meanwhile his husband was spending it inside baking. The two were happy and that’s all that matters.

The two blond men had been happily married for 5 years; happily would be a bit of a lie. They fought quite a bit but what would you expect of a Brit and a Frenchman? Nonetheless, the pair loved each other dearly and couldn’t live without the other.

Inside the house, Francis, the Frenchman, had stopped mixing the contents of his bowl to pick up and answer his husband’s cellphone; it was his boss calling. Francis stuck his head out of the back door and called out “Arthur! Your boss is on the phone!”

Arthur put down the trowel in his hand and stood up. He took off his gloves, wiped his hand on his shorts then took the phone. Arthur spoke into the phone as Francis watched his green eyes with his own blue eyes, trying to see if anything was wrong. A couple minutes later he hung up.

“Is everything okay?” Francis asked as he took the cellphone from him.

“Yes, he was just asking about a file that I was working on. No need to worry.” Arthur kissed his cheek then went back to his garden work.

Francis went back into the kitchen and put the phone down. Just as he was going to start mixing the cookie batter, Francis noticed that Arthur hadn’t locked his phone. “He really needs to learn how to lock his phone.” He picked up the phone and quickly noticed his bright background.

He snorted “A guitar with a Union Jack design? How dull.” He suddenly got an idea then peeked out the back door to make sure that Arthur wasn’t looking. Francis put a bit of extra flour on his face then opened the camera app. He turned the camera around so he could see his own face, fixed his hair, pretended to blow a kiss then took the picture. The Frenchman frowned. “I look stupid.” So he deleted it then deleted it again so Arthur could never find it, then tried again. He took multiple selfies of himself; some even with the spatula he was currently using for the batter. After making a new folder on Arthur’s phone, Francis set his best selfie as his background. He smiled brightly, locked the cellphone then went back to finishing the cookies.



Arthur was finally coming downstairs from his shower as he was all gross and sweaty from gardening and being out in the sun. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched Francis cook their dinner. He noticed that his apron was blue instead of his old brown one.

“Francis, did you get a new apron?” Francis smiled and turned to face Arthur. On this new apron was a tanned, muscular, shirtless male body so it looked like Francis was the one with the hot body. Arthur shook his head and chuckled. “That’s the worst apron I have ever seen.”


Francis pouted cutely. “You love it~ Don’t deny it~”

Arthur shook his head again. “I liked the other one better.”

“Of course you would monsieur all-I-wear-is-green-and-brown.” Francis smirked, making fun of his husband’s choice of attire; Arthur was even wearing it now.

“Enough of your silly prattle.” He stood up and grabbed his phone.

“Someone’s grumpy~”

“I’m not grumpy I’m just-” He had opened his phone and saw his new background. “Francis…”

“Mhm?” Francis was back at the stove, stirring the linguine noodles.

“When did you take a picture of yourself winking with my phone?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Arthur got up, went behind his husband then hugged him from behind. He held up his phone to show Francis the picture he took of himself. “This is what I’m talking about, love.” Arthur gently squeezed him and kissed his cheek.

Francis giggled then leaned back into his lover. “I don’t know what you’re talking about~”

“You’re bad~” Arthur kissed his cheek and nuzzled into his photogenic husband.