Girlfriend (France X Reader)~If I was your girl .friend I would let you touch everything that I am~
At least that's what he read about (name).
France looked at the (h/c) girl walking in the (color that looks good on you) dress walking down the street. Her (h/l) hair blowing softly along with her dress, he looked at her freshly shaven (skin toned) legs and chuckled. He had to have her. So he walked up to her inerupting her happy stroll.
"Bonjour madame." He purred in a thick French accent. The girl smiled.
"Bonjour." She responded politely to the best of her ability. He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly making her blush.
"May I say that (color that looks good on you) dress makes you look more ravishing than you already are." The woman couldn't respond. She was too flustered. This man just coming up and giving her compliments like that? She never experienced this before.
"Uh .uh ." Come on say something (name!) she scolded herself. "Thank you." She blushed finally find
Persistence of a Frenchman (FranceXReader)"Go away Francis!" I scoffed.Persistence of a Frenchman (FranceXReader)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cherie! Please!" he chased after me. Once again he chased me to my house.
"Why can't he leave me alone" I sighed. This has been occurring for a month in a half now. Even though I threaten to call the police I just don't have the heart to do it.... he had a reputation that I don't want to be part of so I constantly avoided him.According to the rumor I heard, I was the only girl he hasn't gotten to. This would explain why he was so persistent. To be honest, a part of me wished that wasn't true. Day after day, Francis stalked me from my house to work and everything in between.
"Cherie please just give me a chance please?" he asked again. Finally I gave in all the girls at my job scoffed.
"He's just going to dump after he gets between your legs." a girl said she claimed to be the first girl he's been with here.
"I wont let it get that far trust me." I say.
"That's what they all say."
"Watch this is how it will go: He'll invite you to his house for dinner and
Pervert- FrancexReader"Hey, ______." your sister Jasmine called.Pervert- FrancexReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yeah?" you replied, playing with your iPod and only half playing attention.
"Do you have these balls on the bottom of your feet?"
At the word "balls", your sister momentarily gained your full attention.
"What?!" you asked incredulously.
"These balls, on the bottom of your feet." she said, lifting her foot up to show you.
"I don't wanna look at your balls!" you yelled.
Jasmine sighed."Why do you always have to make stuff so dirty?! You're just like Francis!"
You blushed at the mention of the Frenchman. "It's Françis," you corrected. "And no I'm not!"
"Girl, yes you are! You're always acting like such a chester molester; hitting on me and stuff! You two would be a perfect couple!"
Okay, you did do that. But that was just to make your sister uncomfortable! You weren't really freaky like that or anything. Besides, girls your age talk crazy like that all the time! Big deal.
"You know it's true." Your other sister, Lexxie, chimed in.
I hate everything about you (France X Reader)I hate everything about you (France X Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"No! For God's sake Francis!" you screamed. You had about enough of him. He would follow you around all day and call you at night. Why did you even give him your number.
So you can hear his voice.
No shut up! You mentally screamed. I want nothing to do with him.
A knocking was heard at the door. You rolled your eyes and sighed opening the door. Why did you even open the door? He stood there and looked at you.
"Are you going to say something or will you just waste my time?" you snapped. He smiled and tucked a rose behind your ear.
"Just like you, this rose had thorns." You took the rose off your ear and looked at it. It was thorn less. "I'm here to take away all your thorns as well ma Cherie." You grimaced and attempted to slam the door. His foot stood in the way, a loud thud against his foot made him wince.
"If you want to get rid of my thorns so bad, leave and never come back." He sighed.
"You know I can't do that, mon amour." You gl
France x Reader (Fanservice)You shift in the covers, snuggling your face close to Francis Bonnefoy's chest. His eyelashes flutter open, the long, curly blonde lashes framing his perfectly blue eyes. His lips brush the top of your head as he shifts around, the stubble of his chin brushing against your soft skin.France x Reader (Fanservice)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Bonjour, belle," he whispers to me, his French accent thick. His voice is like a sweet tune of velvet to your ears, and you murmur out a good morning as you bring your body closer to the warmth of his. He chuckles softly, whispering, "Je t'aime, (name). Vous êtes la plus belle fille du monde."
You sit up with a yawn, loving the feeling you get around him, as if a butterfly farm is located inside your stomach. With Francis, the only thing you seem to feel is this infinite amount of bliss
Well, sort of.
Your eyes open as you recall last night. Francis came late for the third time this week, claiming it had to do with his work. Of course, you couldn't help but notice the girls
Want You Back (FrancexReader)Francis walked slowly on the Parisian streets, groceries in one hand, while the other was playing with his messy blonde hair. It was a gloomy day in Paris, and it matched his mood. You see, today was the day the love of his life, (Name) had left him. He had tried to be the most faithful and sweetest boyfriend she ever had, but his flirtatious side took over him and made him break the relationship. He knew that she wouldn't come back and he deserved it. Francis was about to turn around the corner when someone caught his eye. His eyes widened and he almost dropped his bags. Standing across the street, was the one person he missed the most! It was (Name)! He almost ran across the street to her, but the memories came flooding back to him, stopping him from doing so.Want You Back (FrancexReader)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Francis sat up groggily trying to recollect his memories from last night. He had gone partying without telling his girlfriend, but he made it clear to his friends, Antonio and Gilbert, that he would
FrancexReader - The Union Jack ShirtOf all zhe things _______ 'as to by it 'as to be l'angleterre's flag. He thought heatedly, Que les moutons stupides noir. Je suis beaucoup plus beau que lui.--mon Dieu!FrancexReader - The Union Jack Shirt2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Francis... Um, are you alright? You came swooping into the room, caught sight of that shirt and you've just stood there...It's starting to get slightly unnerving..."
You heard a sharp exhale of air, him shooting you his trademark "I'm-still-incredibly-gorgeous-even-when-I-glare" look (named by himself, naturally) across the kitchen. He drew his attention back to the offending article of clothing, currently folded on top of your kitchen counter.
Sighing, you decided it was better not to pay too much attention to the overly-dramatic Frenchman, which, after spending two years living with not only himself but his two friends had become a relatively easy feat. Still, you couldn't help but think to yourself as you leant against the kitchen counter top what was getting his French knickers in a twist. Did he re
France X Reader: The CostumeFrance X Reader: The Costume2 years ago in Romance More Like This
France X Reader: The Costume
"I have so many things for homework", you sighed packing your things out of your locker. It was a long day at school but thank goodness it was friday. However, your teachers seemed to book this whole weekend with assignments galore.
"What's wrong, mon ami", you heard a familiar French accent say.
"These teachers are butchering me with homework... Cant I ever get a break?!"
"No worries, mon cher. I will help you with your assignments~!"
"Really? You don't have to though, Francis..."
"Please, I insists. Besides, your social studies work is the history of France. And who else knows France better than me? I just ask for one thing in return."
"W-What is it", you asked timidly.
"You allow me to pick out your Halloween costume."
"Fair enough. When did you want to -- Wait! I take it back! I don't want you picking out my Halloween costume!"
"Ohonhonhon~! It's too late my dear. Don't worry! I promise that you will look gorgeous in whatever I pick out for you~!"
France x Reader PhotographsYou opened your mailbox and pulled out all of your mail before walking back into your house. You set the mail on the counter and started to go through it.France x Reader Photographs2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Junk, bills, junk" you mumbled to yourself, sorting the mail into piles. Two of the envelopes caught your attention. One was from Francis Bonnefoy, your boyfriend. The other had no return address. You suspected it was from someone in the neighborhood. You opened the letter from Francis and unfolded the letter. It was so like him to send you a letter instead of an email.
I haven't told you something in a long time. the letter began. You could practically hear Francis reading the letter out loud to you.
I haven't told you that you're my world. That you're all I really care about. I love you ________. More than anything.
All my love and affection,
So sweet! You were smiling by now and hadn't realized it. You quickly wiped the smile off you face and opened the other envelope. You pulled out a letter
One with Russia (Russia X Reader)"So you would like to become one with mother Russia da?" Russia asked you for the umpteenth time. You sighed and hid your sadness because you felt you were just other territory to claim. Swallowing the sadness in your voice you looked at him.One with Russia (Russia X Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Why don't you become one with Belarus!" he looked shocked as you ran to your house and to your roommate Ukraine. He looked shocked and watched you run.
"____? Is that you?" Ukraine asked in the kitchen. You smiled at your busty friend as she came into your eyesight.
"Hi, how was work?" she asked obviously pleased to see you.
"Could've been better. I ran into your brother today." You replied.
"Really? H-How is Ivan?"
"Fine as always." You blushed making her giggle knowing that you had a crush on him. You stuck your tongue out at her and she laughed. What you didn't know was that he had a crush on you too. She looked at you with a serious face which was very rare.
"____, just ask him out." She of
France X Reader: Is My Home Going To Be With You?When I was a kid Francis joked with me.France X Reader: Is My Home Going To Be With You?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He said he couldn't help but think of marrying me. He said everyone would try to take me away and that was the one way he could stop it. He did want me being taken from him like big brother Matthew was.
Since then, I always told Francis I was growing. I would secretly dry my clothes wrong, purposely making my clothes smaller so that it looked like I was growing faster. Whenever he would measure my height on the kitchen way, right were he cooked all my meals, I would stand on the tips of toes.
I was kid; what did you expect? I was a dreamer. France would never love me. Not romantically. Not in a way one lover loved their other half. And he never failed to find someone to love.
I would get jealous of the other girls he brought home.
I knew what they were doing.
I would start crying loudly, like a baby calling for a parent or food.
But I wasn't a baby. I was older than that! I could speak! I could have told him my hopes! I could have said that I hat
France x Reader: Anniversary"Mm," you murmured, resting your head on the Frenchman's chest. "I love you," you said softly, listening to his heartbeat as you closed your eyes.France x Reader: Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He chuckled, gently rubbing the small of your back before kissing the top of your head. "Je t'aime trop, (Name). Did you enjoy our anniversary?" he asked.
"Oui," you sleepily replied in his native language, a faint smile on your face. The day had involved Francis's irresistible cooking, candles, many French pet names, and kissing.
Lots and lots of kissing.
He smiled down at you, running his hand up to rest on one of your shoulder blades. "I'm glad, ma chère," he whispered. "I only wish to make you as happy as you make moi."
You wrapped your arms around him, lifting your head up so you could see his face. "Really?"
"Of course. Don't you remember how we met?" he asked, reaching out to push a strand of your hair away from your (Eye Colour) eyes.
And indeed you did.
Burning dinner (FranceXReader)Francis hummed as he set about cooking for dinner. Not that you couldn't cook or anything, it's just that he was brilliant at it. And you loved watching his fingers.Burning dinner (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
They were so nimble, so elegant and effective against the grit in lettuces, the fat on meat, you could find so many reasons as to why watching him cook was so calming.
Sticking close to his side, your (e/c) eyes followed his hands that were stirring a pan filled with a roux. He quickly alternated between flour and milk, the sauce getting thicker and thicker as he did so.
He noticed your watching and chuckling he pulled you between his arms. Your arms came above his and he looked over your shoulder to continue cooking. "Better, no?" You nodded happily at his question, settling down against his chest.
He leant his head against yours, taking in the scent of your hair. Smiling, ne nuzzled your neck, distracted by you. Kissing down your neck and shoulder, he purred. You turned around and he pinned you against the stove, nipping
France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'France X Reader (Oneshot)France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Good Morning, Love."
(A/N: This is a fluff intended fanfic. Meaning full of marshmallowey fluffiness. Human and Country names used. Hope you like the first ever fic that I posted in DA. Sorry if it sucks. ;.; )
It was a quiet early morning. The sun was shining brightly through the bedroom window. Lighting up the room. The light slightly blinding, but offering a comforting warmth. You turn to your right, to see your French lover still deep in sleep. Not wanting to disturb him as he was quite tired from yesterday's... ahem.... "activities". You decided you would just prepare some breakfast while waiting for him to wake up.
You slowly get off the bed, carefully as you try not to disturb the Frenchman asleep next to you. You reach for the nearest article of clothing, which happened to be France's shirt. You wore it and buttoned the middle button and slipped into a new pair of underwear and shorts before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
'What to eat..
France x Reader - Language"'Ello gorgeous," France murmurs in your ear from behind you. If you aren't trying to be the one thing he hates, a tease, it'd have sent shivers across your spine. He snakes his hands along your hips, kissing the skin delicately where your cute midriff top fits snugly.France x Reader - Language3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You roll your (e/c) eyes. "Francis, are you talking to yourself again?" You saunter away from him, propping your elbows on the countertop, not meeting his lusty gaze. Or basically, his normal gaze.
"Ohonhonhon mon cherie.~" The sexiest smile plays across France's lips, but you don't dare return it. You still don't look at him, in fear of laughing out loud. So you snicker extremely quietly.
Unfortunately, France's ears are like a bat's. He just ignores Britain every time the limey tells him to piss off.
"Are you laughing at me, mon amour?" France jerks his head away, pretending to be hurt.
"You're such a drama queen," you scoff, pursing your lips out on purpose. You painted on his favourite shade, red, just to get him wor
FrancexReader-RainYou splashed through a big puddle as thunder rumbled over head. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You couldn't believe you'd gotten yourself stuck out here in the rain! It had been such a nice day when you had decided to take your German shepherd, Hercules, out on a walk. But soon enough it had begun to pour and now you were outside in the freezing cold in the evening without a rain jacket. You stumbled along the sidewalk, Hercules following closely at your heels, whining. You blinked, covering your eyes as the bright headlights of a car flashed by. You blinked some more. The lights had not gone away. Did the car just stop?FrancexReader-Rain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You took your hand away from your eyes and were shocked to find a beautiful silver Porsche parked in front of you. The window rolled down smoothly and a long haired, blonde and blue eyes young man with a hint of stubble on his chin looked at you.
"Cherie, did you get stuck out in zhe rain?" He asked you in an amazingly heart melting French accent.
France x Reader: Because I am French France x ReaderFrance x Reader: Because I am French2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Because I am French
"I'm sorry this is so sudden, but I really don't love you."
The words pierced his heart like a daggers. Francis dropped the small cube holding the shining jewel that would trap his girl in lifetime matrimony. However, this girl didn't respond for what he felt. Francis chuckled, not believing his girl. She had always been a tease.
"That's funny Raquel…" He smiled, "So, what is your answer ma'cheri?"
"No." She responded, "It should be pretty clear. I don't love you."
"But! We have been together for three years! How can you not feel the same way I do?!"
"I'm sorry." She applied some lip gloss, "I was dating other guys… you'd understand, you're French."
With that she left him. He stayed kneeling staring at the empty chair in front of him. I'm French? What is that supposed to mean? He thought. Frenchmen aren't like that… well, not him anyway. He had been afraid to love someone. Raquel was his first love, yet she broke her heart
Blind!FrancexReader: Love is Unseen"Francis... you've got crumbs all over your mouth again," you sighed exasperatedly. He grinned in response and leaned closer to you.Blind!FrancexReader: Love is Unseen3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Would you lick them off for me, mon chérie?" he asked seductively.
You rolled your eyes, although he couldn't see the action.
The two of you were sitting at a table alone, since everybody avoided Francis like the plague. And because he was your boyfriend, everyone avoided you too. The reason being, he was blind.
"Stupid cruel shitheads," you grumbled, glaring furiously at anyone who stared at you for a moment too long.
Francis lowered his head, silky blonde hair shadowing his sightless blue eyes.
You tenderly touched his hand, and said, "Don't worry about what other people say, okay?"
"But mon chérie, you go through so much just for me..." he replied, putting his other hand on top of yours and squeezing.
"Oh, stop worrying and eat your food." you smiled in spite of yourself. A light blush crossed your face as he obediently ate his food.
Too Cute! Jealous!FranceXReaderXNeko!England"Awww! You're so cute!"Too Cute! Jealous!FranceXReaderXNeko!England2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Francis Bonnefoy watched his lovely girlfriend, _____, snuggle with a kitty you'd dubbed as "IggyCat". You'd claimed to have found the cat on the street, though Francis had a feelng that cat was none other than Arthur Kirkland's. For, unlike his own cat with it's thick, fluffy fur, this cat had very short hair, green eyes, and even the Arthur-ish thick caterpiller eyebrows.
And, also very much like Arthur, this kitty just couldn't keep his paws off you.
Yes, Francis knew about Arthur's crush on you all too well, and it honestly wouldn't have surprised him if Arthur used that black magic of his and turned himself into a cat, just to have an excuse to snuggle with you. Assuming it was just a cat, however, it might have been a little low to be jealous of a mere cat, but the fact that you were paying more attention to that damn cat than Francis really bothered him.
"Excusez-moi, ma cher?" The Frenchman placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling broadl
Chocolate warfare (FranceXReader)“And after we add the chocolate, it’s pretty much finished.” Francis said, twirling the whisker in his hands skilfully. You watched as he added the melted goodness to the bowl with the mix, quickly combining the two substances and carefully scooped out the end result over the biscuit-base.Chocolate warfare (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“There we go!” He exclaimed, dusting his hands of imaginary dust and very present icing sugar. “And now?” You inquired, leaning across the cluttered counter intrigued with his next move. He winked, picking up the tin containing your dessert and put it in the fridge.
“Now, we wait,” He told you, then noticed the state of his hands and added,” and clean.”
Pouting, you sighed. Parts of his blond hair were falling out of the band he’d used to tie it back with and he shook his head awkwardly to the side to try and get the strands of hair out of his eyes.
You chuckled as he tried to tuck his bangs behind his ears, a line of chocolate b
FranceXReader Rose in a Bottle"Oui, mademoiselle, I am ________'s cousin. I have somezing zat needs to get to her right away! It is her protein mixture."FranceXReader Rose in a Bottle2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You boyfriend, Francis Bonnefois, was trying to convince the office lady at your school to give you a thermos. And you weren't really his cousin; he just needed to seem like family because your school was a bit stingy towards who they trusted. However, she wasn't budging. He had tried flattery, puppy dog eyes, and teary eyes.
Zis woman is made of stone!
"Honey," She turned to him with a frown, "I can't get that to her because it's in a bottle other than a water bottle." She waved one manicured hand, shooing him.
Francis snorted, and she glared out from her heavy makeup.
He looked at her. "I am sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just zat ze last time she forgot to take her protein, she went into alaphylactic shock and said some pretty funny things."
He almost hit himself in the face for that. You don't go into anaphylactic shock because of prote
A kiss to hide you (FranceXSuperstar Reader)You were gorgeous in every way. A beautiful voice, a killer smile and a nice personality. Indeed, no person could say they weren’t attracted to you and well this made your French boyfriend unbelievably insecure. And jealous, let’s not forget the jealousy that coursed through his body whenever some tabloid insinuated a relationship between you and someone else.A kiss to hide you (FranceXSuperstar Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You hadn’t seen him for a while though as you’d been on tour and it saddened you, even if the two of you had calls every morning and night it wasn’t the same as seeing each other. But now it was finished!
You stretched happily, looking out of the small plane window. There it was. The Eiffel tower came into view and you pressed up against the glass, enraptured by the sight of it.
You and Francis had shared a lot of memories there and you smiled thinking about them. Of course, the first memory being the one in which he asked you out with a bouquet of roses. Then the date that followed, ending underneat
FrancexReader: Five YearsFrancexReader: Five Years2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I love you mommy," said your little boy with blonde hair.
Smiling you patted his head. "I love you too baby." It had been almost five year since his father had broken up with you.
You were nearly bouncing in your seat. Today you had just found out that you were pregnant. It really didn't matter that you were eighteen, it didn't matter that you weren't married, what mattered was that you and the love of your life were going to have a baby together.
"Francis over here!" you waved down your boyfriend. He smiled and ran over to the café outdoor table. "Francis," you said taking his hand in yours, "I have some news."
"So do I."
You were a little surprised, "Oh, well you go first then."
"I've been accepted to a culinary school in France."
Silence passed between the two of you. "Oh well that's great Francis."
He seemed to get a little more somber, "And I think that now is the time for us to go our separate ways. Long distance relationships never work out."
Different types of kisses (FranceXReader)Pressing against your lips with subtle force, Francis’ tired smile twitched his lips up when he hear you begin to stir with a moan. As though a dashing of crimson paint had been splashed across your cheeks, you blushed when you saw your Frenchman hovering over your form. A whispered ‘Bonjour’ in your ear was all it took for you wind your hands in his hair and reclaim his lips.Different types of kisses (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Morning.” You cooed back and he chuckled, ruffling the blond locks that cascaded onto his shoulders. His muscles flexed as he rolled his shoulders and stretched, yawning loudly.
You touched your lips, a thought forming itself in the crevasses of your mind. Actually know that you were actively thinking about it, the more it confirmed your belief. “Francis?”
The bed shifted due to his weight and creases surrounded where he sat on the plush cover you were still cocooned in. “Oui?” A soft caress down your cheek was accompanied by a loving glance. “I’v