Goddamn this one is cheesy and sappy and- Jesus... What am I doing?

I don't think I have anything else to add...

Enjoy ;)

"Did you ever officially come out to your fans?" Francis asked rather abruptly.

Arthur frowned at him, glancing from the film that he wasn't really watching to Francis who had an unreadable expression on his face. He sat up and pursed his lips in thought.

"Made a video correcting my fans that I was bi, not gay, but I don't think I ever had a 'coming out of the closet' video... if that's what you mean. Why?"

Francis just shrugged, shifting a little so he was cuddled up a little tighter in the thick blanket that swamped them both. "It's nothing really." He said, but Arthur had known him long enough to recognize the 'it's not nothing and whatever it is is really eating at me but I'm too prideful to actually seek help about it' tone.

Arthur sighed, positioning himself so that he was facing Francis rather than the TV, whilst pressing the mute button on the remote, "And I'm fucking Jennifer Lawrence." He said dryly.

"Well I certainly hope not." Francis joked lamely.

Arthur levelled a look at him, "Francis, why did you bring that up?"

Francis hesitated for a moment, "I just..." his brows furrowed, "I don't..."

Arthur smiled softly, running a finger over Francis' cheek lightly, "You started reading the comments again, didn't you?"

Francis bit his lip, and that was all the answer he needed.

Arthur kissed him firmly, pulling away before Francis had any clue what was going on, "You..." he began, pressing their foreheads again, "Should no pay any attention to what those wankers say about you."

"I know," Francis replied, refusing to meet Arthur's gaze, "It's just that..."

He stumbled over his words for a moment, Arthur waiting patiently while he did, running his fingers soothingly through Francis' hair and over his neck.

"It was on the announcement video," he finally began, "And I'm so happy that you proposed, and that I get to spend my life with you, and most of the comments were lovely and heart-warming, but then- It's not like I've never heard the slurs before. I've heard them in person before. But... I don't know..." he trailed off, his mouth opening and closing for a few moments before he seemed to settle on closed.

Luckily, Arthur was there to fill in the rest, "It's because they're tarnishing your happiness with their hate, they're trying to ruin something special to you and that hurts you more than it would on any other video. Am I right?"

Francis nodded, sighing weakly.

Arthur smiled, "I know you know this, but just ignore it, darling." He kissed Francis' forehead tenderly, "All of your fans love you, both for and despite anything you've done, online or otherwise."

He tilted Francis' face so that he was forced to meet his eyes. "More importantly," he said solemnly, plucking Francis' hand from inside the blanket and pressing his lips to the fingers, "I love you, both for and despite everything you've done, and that ring on your finger is proof that I always will. So don't you go around dwelling on shite that some immature, homophobic pisshead has said in a comment, because I guarantee that they aren't, and I won't have you regretting your own happiness on the back of their misery."

Francis smiled softly, closing his eyes and letting out a long breath through his nose, "I think sometimes that you were meant to be a writer," he said so softly it was practically a whisper, "You have such a way with words. You always know just what to say."

Arthur smiled back, a little sceptically, "Well, I used to write poetry."

Francis laughed a little through his nose, "I know, I've read it."

"Not the stuff from when I was sixteen..." Arthur said, a slightly horrified look of reminiscing on his face. "God, I was such a whiney teenager, not that I had anything to whine about. It was like that fucking Bill Bailey sketch..."

"You know I don't watch British comedy." Francis replied, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

"But the fact that you knew he was a comedian is enough for me to claim victory."

Francis didn't reply, just leaned forward, tucking his face into Arthur's neck and wrapping his arms around his chest, "I love you." He mumbled, tightening his hold so they were pressed firmly together, "I love you so, so much."

Arthur kissed the top of his head, rubbing soothing circles into the Frenchman's back, "You're amazing," he replied quietly, "And I don't deserve you, but by some miracle you seem to think I'm worthy of your time, and because of that I am the single luckiest man in the world. So if you ever feel the urge to feel self conscious over the things that those arseholes say to you anonymously over the internet, just remember that there is a man, not ten metres away, that thinks you are the best thing ever to happen to his life, and that he loves you more than every single one of your fans combined."

Francis sniffed quietly into Arthur's neck, "You're too good to me."

Arthur laughed softly, "Hardly."

Francis shook his head, releasing Arthur in favour of wiping his eyes and leaning their foreheads together, "Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for." Arthur said in reply, brushing Francis' hair from his face.

Francis just shook his head again, pressing their lips together briefly.

"Yes there is," he smiled, leaning in for a longer kiss this time, "Merci pour m'aimer."

Arthur stared into Francis' eyes for a moment while he translated...

Then he smiled.

"And thank you," he said, "For loving me."

Merci pour m'aimer. - Thank you for loving me.

But you already knew that.

The sketch Arthur was refering to was this one, ( watch?v=trkkPInOUgk) from Bill Bailey's 'Part Troll'.