“So what do I wish for? Something I’m not sure I want? Someone I’m not sure I need? Or someone I know I can’t have?”
(Source: missmalena)
I look down and I’m surprised to find myself standing in the middle of a small stone circle. In the center, directly between my feet, is a coppery-bronze octagon with a star. Words are engraved in the stone around it: POINT ZERO DES ROUTES DE FRANCE.
“Mademoiselle Oliphant. It translates to ‘Point zero of the roads of France.’ In other words, it’s the point from which all other distances in France are measured.” St. Clair clears his throat. “It’s the beginning of everything.”
I look back up. He’s smiling.
“Welcome to Paris, Anna. I’m glad you’ve come.”
ALWAYS REBLOG. I’M ON AN AATFK BENDER.
(Source: missmalena)
“Because I don’t want to be alone right now.” His voice echoes through the night.
I turn around to face him one last time. “You weren’t alone, asshole.”
Happy Birthday, Anna and The French Kiss style~ to V!
#anna and the french kiss #aimmyarrowshigh #edited by missmalena #okay so it’s a little on the belated side of the day by a few hours but shhh #i shouldn’t attempt to make graphics at almost 4am ever again
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I look down and I’m surprised to find myself standing in the middle of a small stone circle. In the center, directly between my feet, is a coppery-bronze octagon with a star. Words are engraved in the stone around it: POINT ZERO DES ROUTES DE FRANCE.
“Mademoiselle Oliphant. It translates to ‘Point zero of the roads of France.’ In other words, it’s the point from which all other distances in France are measured.” St. Clair clears his throat. “It’s the beginning of everything.”
I look back up. He’s smiling.
“Welcome to Paris, Anna. I’m glad you’ve come.”
TEARING UP A BIT IN REAL LIFE THIS IS SO PERFECT
(Source: missmalena)
HE IS ETIENNE ST. CLAIR
I AM HAND-FLAPPING AND HOPING THAT ANNA OLIPHANT IS THERE
I’M NOT EVEN LYING
I JUST. ANNA/ETIENNE. I JUST.
Author: aimmyarrowshigh
Fandom: Anna and the French Kiss (et al), Stephanie Perkins
Story Title: “À La Vôtre”
Summary: On Memorial Day, they painted the living room bright blue.
Character/Relationships: Anna/Ètienne, Lola/Cricket, Lindsey/Charlie
Rating: PG-13 (though R if you speak French…)
Warnings: Some sexual content.
Story Wordcount: 5,775
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. All characters, settings, and proprietary language are owned by the author of the work from which this is derived. Also my French is quite rusty.
Notes: I intended for this fic to be 1k max. But oh, well: more AATFK/LATBND fic in the world! I’m happier with this fic than I’ve been with anything I’ve written in a while.Also this is fluff. The fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed. It is a basket of puppies playing happily with a bucket of sloths, it is so fluffy.
( Cheers to You )
![“Oh my. He’s English. “Er. Does Mer live here?” Seriously, I don’t know any American girl who can resist an English accent. The boy clears his throat. “Meredith Chevalier? Tall girl? Big, curly hair?” Then he looks at me like I’m crazy or half deaf, like my Nana Oliphant. Nanna just smiles and shakes her head whenever I ask, “What kind of salad dressing would you like?” or “Where did you put Granddad’s false teeth?” “I’m sorry.” He takes the smallest step away from me. “You were going to bed.” “Yes! Meredith lives here. I’ve just spent two hours with her.” I announce this proudly like my little brother, Seany, whenever he finds something disgusting in the yard. “I’m Anna! I’m new here!” Oh, [Gosh]. What. Is with. The scary enthusiasm? My cheeks catch fire, and it’s all so humiliating. The beautiful boy gives an amused grin. His teeth are lovely - straight on top and crooked on the bottom, with a touch of overbite. I’m a sucker for smiles like this, due to my own lack of orthodontia. I have a gap between my front teeth the size of a raisin. “Étienne,” he says. “I live one floor up.” “I live here.” I point dumbly at my room while my mind whirs: French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused. He raps twice on Meredith’s door. “Well. I’ll see you around then, Anna.” Eh-t-yen says my name like this: Ah-na.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly6lweaZm91qa2txho1_400.jpg)
“Oh my. He’s English.
“Er. Does Mer live here?”
Seriously, I don’t know any American girl who can resist an English accent.
The boy clears his throat. “Meredith Chevalier? Tall girl? Big, curly hair?” Then he looks at me like I’m crazy or half deaf, like my Nana Oliphant. Nanna just smiles and shakes her head whenever I ask, “What kind of salad dressing would you like?” or “Where did you put Granddad’s false teeth?”
“I’m sorry.” He takes the smallest step away from me. “You were going to bed.”
“Yes! Meredith lives here. I’ve just spent two hours with her.” I announce this proudly like my little brother, Seany, whenever he finds something disgusting in the yard. “I’m Anna! I’m new here!” Oh, [Gosh]. What. Is with. The scary enthusiasm? My cheeks catch fire, and it’s all so humiliating.
The beautiful boy gives an amused grin. His teeth are lovely - straight on top and crooked on the bottom, with a touch of overbite. I’m a sucker for smiles like this, due to my own lack of orthodontia. I have a gap between my front teeth the size of a raisin.
“Étienne,” he says. “I live one floor up.”
“I live here.” I point dumbly at my room while my mind whirs: French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
He raps twice on Meredith’s door. “Well. I’ll see you around then, Anna.”
Eh-t-yen says my name like this: Ah-na.”
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Author: aimmyarrowshigh
Fandom: Anna and the French Kiss (et al), Stephanie Perkins
Story Title: “À La Vôtre”
Summary: On Memorial Day, they painted the living room bright blue.
Character/Relationships: Anna/Ètienne, Lola/Cricket, Lindsey/Charlie
Rating: PG-13 (though R if you speak French…)
Warnings: Some sexual content.
Story Wordcount: 5,775
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. All characters, settings, and proprietary language are owned by the author of the work from which this is derived. Also my French is quite rusty.
Notes: I intended for this fic to be 1k max. But oh, well: more AATFK/LATBND fic in the world! I’m happier with this fic than I’ve been with anything I’ve written in a while.Also this is fluff. The fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed. It is a basket of puppies playing happily with a bucket of sloths, it is so fluffy.
( Cheers to You )
… and that was one of the most adorable things to ever have adorabled in the history of adorable.
I think I ship Anna/Paris almost as hard as I ship Anna/Etienne. Just… that ending. With the running and the stairs and HELLO RANDOM JOGGING MAN.
Anna is one of the best YA narrators ever. Endlessly cute. And riveting.
Aaaaand… yup.
YAY, YES YES YES! AATFK is the best ever, and Anna/Paris is so great. The part with her recounting what’s in the bakery is one of the best parts of the whole book (and her macaron-lust is totally realistic, yes?)
To: Anna Oliphant
From: Étienne St. Clair
Subject: SAVING YOUETIENNE BONAPARTE.
Oh, be still my heart; he is ridiculous.
Author: aimmyarrowshigh
Fandom: Anna and the French Kiss (et al), Stephanie Perkins
Story Title: “À La Vôtre”
Summary: On Memorial Day, they painted the living room bright blue.
Character/Relationships: Anna/Ètienne, Lola/Cricket, Lindsey/Charlie
Rating: PG-13 (though R if you speak French…)
Warnings: Some sexual content.
Story Wordcount: 5,775
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. All characters, settings, and proprietary language are owned by the author of the work from which this is derived. Also my French is quite rusty.
Notes: I intended for this fic to be 1k max. But oh, well: more AATFK/LATBND fic in the world! I’m happier with this fic than I’ve been with anything I’ve written in a while.Also this is fluff. The fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed. It is a basket of puppies playing happily with a bucket of sloths, it is so fluffy.
( Cheers to You )
