"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."
"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.
Before he took advantage of it.
"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.
Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.
"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.
"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred what appeared to be his heavenly omelettes.
You yawned again and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before nodding in agreement and walking outside the door towards the mailbox.
The morning was always so calm at the house you and Francis lived in. The roses he and you planted the year you moved here to your first home went from being small
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
Francexreader- DrunkFrancexReaderFrancexreader- Drunk2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The doorbell wouldn't stop ringing.
You pulled your pillow over your head. There was no way you were going to answer it.
The doorbell stopped. For a few minutes it was silent. You let out a little sigh of relief.
Whoever it was started pounding on the door.
Getting up, you grabbed a can of pepper spray. But you knew you wouldn't need it.
You had a pretty good idea who it was. He always came around this time of night.
Opening the front door, you stepped back as a familiar figure stumbled in, wine on his breath.
"What do you want Francis?"
The Frenchman grinned, his cerulean blue eyes slightly glazed over. You raised and eyebrow at his crumpled shirt and the mud staining the hem of his pant legs.
"How drunk are you?" You tapped the pepper spray can against your leg.
Francis just stood there, grinning. He had a bright red mark on his cheek and a scratch near his left eye.
You scowled. "How many bottles did you drink?"
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
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.
FrancexReader Door of PicturesFrancexReaderFrancexReader Door of Pictures2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Door of Pictures
They say that bad things happen in threes. And you could certainly see all three things you had done wrong.
You should have never agreed to go to the party with Elizabeta.
You should have never accepted the bottle of beer Alfred gave you.
And You should have never let your drunk, best friend Francis get you alone.
When you had both woken up the next morning and realized what happened, things became extremely awkward. Then you had both agreed that maybe it was better if you weren't friends anymore.
Not that you wanted that. You were upset about losing your best friend. Angry for being so stupid.
And then you were even more pissed at yourself. Because you were pregnant. How were you supposed to do this on your own?
You told no one. Not even Elizabeta, who felt guilty about the whole ordeal. It was your fault, your problem. But you could only hide the fact for so long. Baggy clothes only covered so much.
France x Reader: All I GotFrance x Reader: All I Got3 years ago in Romance More Like This
France x Reader: All I Got
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The rain bombarded the window. It was hell outside, but inside it was warm. You sat on your couch, looking miserably at your unstarted cup of cocoa. Your eyes were red and your nose was runny. But you weren't sick. It was a simple matter, really--someone had just broken your heart, and their bonds to you. Your cellphone still had the text message he had sent you. "I'm breaking up with you. I found someone else who made me very happy last night. We can still be friends, right?"
Outside you could heard a car door slam. You ignored it, trying instead to focus on your misery. A rap on the window, and someone called your name. You looked up. A man with long blonde hair and pools of blue eyes stood in the rain, begging to be let in. You stood and walked to the door, leaning into it for a minute, pondering whether or not you were to let this man in. He was your best friend, though. When you opened the door, he was soaked from head to toe. But
FrancexReader: Five YearsFrancexReader: Five Years3 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."
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
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 - A Kiss at MidnightThere are two schools of thought regarding confessing your feelings to someone you love, in this case, your best friend of several years. The first, more positively believes that you should confess, lest you miss a chance of a lifetime with who could potentially be the love of your life. The other, well, it strongly advises against it, because if they do not love you back, you could lose that friend forever.FrancexReader - A Kiss at Midnight2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Of course, unfortunately for you, you had put all your faith into the former.
The look in Alfred's beautifully baby blue eyes said it all: You had just made the biggest mistake of your life.
"I love you!"
Perhaps he hadn't heard me the first time...
"I said, Alfred, I love you...."
He blinked, "Are you being serious _______?"
Oh god... He didn't just ask that, did he?
"Um - Yes... I am." You could feel the deathly dragging sensation pulling all your hopes to oblivion.
Gone was the usual, trademark Alfred grin that you had seen just moments be
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
FrancexPregnant!Reader: Swings .5FrancexPregnant!Reader: Swings .53 years ago in Humor More Like This
You glanced nervously at your watch. Your husband, Francis, was almost an hour late. He had promised he'd be home around six for dinner, it was now hitting seven. Sighing heavily you blew out the candle and put his dinner in the fridge.
Rubbing your pregnant belly you groaned as you heard a car pulled into the driveway.
"I'm home," shouted a Francis.
Ignoring him you continued to wash the dishes.
He walked into the kitchen to find you scrubbing dishes, " _________." He walked up behind you and planed butterfly kisses on your neck, "What's wrong?"
"You're late again "
He paused as if he didn't expect that. But after a quick glance at the clock he realized the time. "I'm sorry," he said kissing you again. You giggled slightly as his chin tickled you. "Am I forgiven?"
"How about this, you and I spend a romantic day together just the two of us."
You giggled, "There's three of us."
Francis laughed and rubbed your belly wh
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.
Breaking the unbreakable rule(FranceXReader)“Sorry, but errr, I kind of need to go to class now.” You apologized sheepishly, rubbing your neck when your fanclub groaned in protest. You didn’t really understand why you’d gained such a following in school, well if anything it was because you didn’t understand why people liked you that they liked you.Breaking the unbreakable rule(FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You weren’t conceited in any way, innocent and but a tad naive and they loved you for it.
“I’m so sorry!” You cried, making a dash for it. After a bit of a chase, your fans scattered as they too needed to get to class.Flinging the door to your class open, you started apologizing immediately. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late sir!”
The teacher sighed, but as he knew as most did about your predicament, he merely pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just take your seat already.”
Smiling in relief you sat down, slinging your bag from your shoulder onto the floor next to you. When the door opened again, you glan
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.
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
Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)“Hey chérie!” Francis greeted you when he opened the door to his house. “Hi!” You said, grinning toothily and hugging him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Thanks for coming to help me today, chérie.” He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “No problem Francis.” You replied, gazing sweetly up at him. “Let’s get started then.” He took your hand, pulling you to the back of his house.
“This is it,” he sighed, gesturing at a double-doored closet,”I suggest you stand back.”
You cocked your head in question, but did as he said, leaning against the wall. Francis seemingly braced himself, taking a deep breath, pulling the doors open at one and springing to the side.
A mountain of clutter, boxes and just general dirt flowed into the room. You grimaced, sniffing the air as though he might have something toxic in amongst all of the cardboard boxes, books and
Sheet Fort - France X ReaderSheet Fort – France X ReaderSheet Fort - France X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been your idea to build the fort. You were the one to grab the sheets from the closet while Francis finished cleaning up the plates from dinner.
He had invited you to stay the night, since he knew you were struggling with work and could use a break.
He could hear you giggling in the other room and it made him smile. He absolutely despised when you were upset, feeling guilty for a reason he couldn't explain.
After wiping his hands on a towel and removing the dirty apron he was wearing, hanging it neatly on a hook in the cupboard, he made his way out of the kitchen.
"Francis," you called childishly. "Over here."
You peeked your head out of a tent of covers, beckoning him to come and join you.
Comforters and quilts were hung all around his living room, tied to different objects and corners of the room. It was quite dark, only the light of a small electric lantern lit his path.
He wiggled his way through the slit of the entrance, crawling on his hands an
Roses: FranceXReaderRoses: FranceXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
France offered you a rose. You stared at it for a moment. Red – the color of love and passion, of Saint Valentine's Day and of romance. Instead of taking it, you rolled your eyes and walked away. The French Man was left with the flower and a hurt expression on his face, not that you cared or anything. He was a flirt. He was a stupid philanderer – a playboy if there ever was one amongst the nations - who changed lovers like one would, or should, their socks – no better than stories of Greek Gods or other immortal folk tales that people liked to tell the children before sending them off to bed. You weren't even going to give him the time of day.
He offered another rose. This time, you were at your favorite restaurant. You were hungry after a meeting. You always got hungry after a meeting because there was no way you would eat the scones that England made or the burgers that America brought. The only ones who actuall
FrancexReader oneshotFrancexReaderFrancexReader oneshot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Beautiful man and Socially Awkward
You hated parties with a passion. Mainly because you spent them in a corner, while HE laughed, the center of attention.
Gilbert was constantly partying.
You wouldn't even come to these parties if he hadn't asked you. He always asked you to come, even if sometimes he ended up leaving with a different girl.
You sighed, holding the water bottle closer to your chest. You weren't stupid enough to drink from the punch bowl, especially not when Gilbert had been the one to make it.
Someone shoved past you, making you spill some water down the front of your shirt.
How cliche. You though dryly, not bothering to try to trying wipe the liquid off. Your t-shirt was black, so it wouldn't really show. Gilbert was making out with some random girl on the couch. You felt your lips turn down in a slight frown.
"Excuse me." An accent sounded to the right. You looked up and blushed. A tallish man with long w
France x Reader: Dirty PictureYou had been dating Francis for five months. The longest you had ever been with a Frenchman. Well, you couldn't complain; Francis was amazing! He made you feel like you were floating on clouds the whole time. Plus, he was awesome in bed. Oh, yes! The way he would kiss you, tease you, and touch you, had you ruining to him every night.France x Reader: Dirty Picture3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, there were some moments in which he was a bit demanding, like today. It was his birthday and he texted you five things he wanted. Number one is a dinner in the new French restaurant that opened, number two was a new teddy bear, number three was a couple of new rose plants, but the others were a little too much. You were at work and were pretty sure that he was too, but you didn't care what he was going to say.
"Allo?" His sexy voice reached your ears.
"I know it's your birthday, and I know I said I would do anything, but the last two things you want are impossible!" You yelled.
You heard him chuckle, "It's just a little picture."
"No-!" Your cheek
APH Fanfic: FrancexReader- CochonYou knocked on the edge of the screen door yet again. "Monsieur Duval?" you called into the apparently empty house, your patience wearing thin.APH Fanfic: FrancexReader- Cochon3 years ago in Romance More Like This
With a sigh you stepped back and off the porch of the large, old farmhouse. Placing a hand on your hip you glared at the door. You didn't have time for this: the restaurant opened in two hours! If Monsieur Duval wasn't in the house you were going to have to look for him somewhere else and that meant going to the barn.
You turned around to look at the red frame structure on the other side of the property. You really didn't want to go over there if you didn't have to. Monsieur Duval's pigs were wonderful animals and were very good at finding truffles- which was the reason you were in the country an hour outside Paris in the first place- but the fact was that they stank. And you really didn't want to get any closer to them then you had to.
You stood outside the house for
Swing [France x Reader]"Bonjour, Mademoiselle," sang a calm voice behind you, snapping you out of your daydream. You startled, holding onto the swing's chains as you turned to look behind you.Swing [France x Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ah, it is you!" said the tall, blond man. "You are so beautiful today. I mistook you for an angel."
You blushed despite yourself. "Oh. Um. Thank you."
"Je t'en prie, tu es tres jolie." He gently uncurled your fingers from the chain and brought your hand to his lips for a lingering kiss, his liquid blue eyes fixed on yours the entire time. His long golden locks danced with a sudden gust of wind, the cold of which brought you a sudden shiver. "Allow me," he said, shedding his grey sweat shirt and draping it over your shoulders.
"You won't be cold?"
"Pas de tout!" he assured. Looking ahead of you, he grabbed hold of the swing chains just above where your hands were, and pulled you back a few feet before letting go. You canted back and forth slowly, coming back to his warmth after each swing. "Tell me, why are
Francis's endingFrancis's endingFrancis's ending3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Waking up had always been a pain in the ass for you. It always took at least ten minutes just for you to sit up.
Not this morning.
The overwelming scent of roses had shocked your sences awake. It wasn't your favorite smell. Quite the opposite, The smell always gave you headaches.
Opening your eyes, you nearly went into cardiac arrest at the sight infront of you.
White rose petals were strewn across the floor, Except for a heart shaped mound of red roses in the very middle.
Jesus Christ, You were going to kill whoever had the audacity to do this.
Urgh. The smell was getting to you. Swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, you stood up. And promplty stumbled. The white petals were ankel deep.
You could guess who did this.
Francis, probably to lazy to cart them to his room. Sighing you wadded through the flowers, trying to get to your door.
A piece of paper scraped your leg.