An AfterSchool Lesson on Kicking Arse (5) by emMARg, literature
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An AfterSchool Lesson on Kicking Arse (5)
Francis was nervous for this upcoming Tuesday. Excited too, but more nervous.
He had never done anything like a martial art before. Outside of being coerced into the occasional game of football with his friends, or enjoying the relaxing rhythm of a smooth bicycle ride through his old city, athletics were very much out of his spectrum of interest. He had never been attracted to the idea of militant training regiments or bossy coaches, and it seemed that this was exactly what he was getting himself into.
“Just remember to do as you’re told” Arthur had told him, when he had asked for pointers the Monday before. “The cor
An After School Lesson on Kicking Arse (2) by emMARg, literature
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An After School Lesson on Kicking Arse (2)
Other than perhaps bringing a few more pieces of clothing than necessary, a few more cooking supplies than necessary, and of course, the wine, Francis prided himself on having traveled relatively lightly. Once he and Arthur decided to get to work, it only took around forty minutes to put everything into order, and by the end of it the room was feeling quite nice and habitable.
Taping the final photograph of Paris up on the wall, Francis stepped back proudly to soak in the view of his new cell.
“Alright, that will do” he remarked, nodding. The bed was symmetrically layered by a nice array of pillows. The school supplies were tuck
An After School Lesson on Kicking Arse (1) by emMARg, literature
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An After School Lesson on Kicking Arse (1)
This story is a sequel to my previous UkFr fanfic, "An After School Lesson on British Dirty Words". If anyone visiting hasn't read that one yet, I will provide a link at the bottom of this; however, this one should still be relatively coherent for those who would rather start off here.
Francis Bonnefoy took a moment to forget about the annoyingly silent cell phone in his pocket, and instead enjoy the glassy water beneath him, and the gentle sway of the willow tree overhanging the stony, arched bridge he was crossing as he made his way through Stanley Park in Liverpool, England.
It was nothing close to the metropolitan glamour of Paris, but
An Afterschool Lesson on British Dirty Words(UkFr) by emMARg, literature
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An Afterschool Lesson on British Dirty Words(UkFr)
summary:despite the instantaneous dislike bred between Arthur and the newly transferred student, Arthur finds himself devoting hours to helping the other improve his english. But after an inappropriate mishap in the classroom, Arthur decides that more is needed to keep Francis from being taken advantage of again.
Dominant England (mostly)
UkFr
High School was pretty boring, even for Arthur Kirkland. He was a smart kid who brought home A’s and B’s, who never interrupted class, and who liked working quietly on his own. But despite being good at school, it was still boring.
Something only mildly interesting happened near the beginn
