You're mine (Fallen to thief FranceXReader)Francis ran up through the field, as he turned he laughed loudly when he saw you face-plant into the ground. “Careful now!” He called, coming back to you to help you up. “Thanks!” You replied, grinning though there was mud all over your face.
Chuckling, the young blond wiped it away with his sleeve, running his hands through your hair to make it stand up. You chased him, shouting loudly. This was the most fun you’d ever had! It was so lucky to have spotted Francis through the window. Normally you weren’t allowed to go outside without anyone to guide you, but even then you only went on boring walks.
Now that you’d found Francis, you were sure you were going to have way more fun. His parents were specialists in roses and while they mostly tended to the garden that was the main reason they were employed.
Your late mother absolutely adored them and when she died, the flowers reminded your father of her so much. He liked seeing them, but the pain at
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)3 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
Hunting for Nessie (ScotlandXReader)“And why are we doing this again?” You huffed as you stomped behind Allistor. The redhead grinned at you, beckoning you closer. “C’mon, hurry up!”Hunting for Nessie (ScotlandXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You grumbled, him already speeding over the crag, his mighty walking boots resounding loudly. Sighing, you ruffled your hair, wondering why on earth you’d taken the scot up on his unusual request.
It was the winter solstice. And Allistor, coming from a superstitious family had been bought up to believe that it was a magical day. Not that you could blame him, the day had been different, but still!
You finally managed to catch up to him, well only because he was standing still at the top. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
The glen revealed itself, pure green from the insistent rain that stopped luckily the moment the two of you had set off. Loch Ness stretched out as far as you could see, the peaceful water rippling gently in the wind.
Grunting in response you swigged some water from your bottle and wi
Waking up (FranceXReader)Blearily, you blinked your eyes open, the sleep disorientating you. The softness of the white sheets pulled around your bare body felt good and you sat up slowly, rubbing the kink in your neck. A moment of sleepiness later, your eyes widened.Waking up (FranceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Where was he?! The warmth that radiated from his body was still clinging to the bed sheets, so he couldn’t have gone long. Just as you were about to swing your legs out of bed, a noise comforted you. Whilst the sound of Francis’s humming of La Marseillaise, you lay back down, your hair fanning out over the pillow.
“Bonjour ma chérie!” He exclaimed, setting down two steaming mugs of coffee on the bedside table. “Isn’t it a beautiful day? I mean just look at that sky!” He said, flinging the curtains open for the morning sunlight to stream past.
The way he stood in front of the window, wearing only his rose-print boxers made him seem truly stunning. Even the blue sky he praised paled in comparison to his azur
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-Rain3 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.
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)3 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
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)3 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
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)3 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
Pick Up Lines: Drunk!FranceXReaderYou'd never been one for bars but your three best friends, Prussia, Spain and France, loved them.Pick Up Lines: Drunk!FranceXReader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
After all, bars had beer, wine, and all the whores a dick could ever want. What's not to love, right?
You snorted, taking a gulp of your whisky, the liquid burning your throat. You silently watched Prussia and Spain attempt to pick up girls, somewhat amused by their cheesy attempts. That amusement quickly evaporated, however, when you felt arms wrap around your waist. " 'Ey, mon amour!"
You groaned, recongizing the voice; out of all three boys, France was definatly the biggest flirt. What's worse, he was drunk at the moment, a fact he made quite obvious by his stupid grin and flushed face. "Iz zere a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see moi in your pants."
Your face burning, you pushed him away and got up; after all, if you'd wanted to be picked up, you would've gone to a freaking strip club.
But it seemed France wasn't ready to give up, because he lunged
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 Shirt3 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
Merman!FrancexReader: TreasureMerman!FrancexReader: Treasure3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your arms flailed in a failed attempt to get to the surface. Again your mouth opened, but only bubbles came out. Slowly you lost consciousness, the world disappearing into a blue black nothingness.
I watched her body drift downward. Usually I would just let them drown, but for some reason I decided to save her. She was so light as I carried her above the water to where she could breathe.
I held her head close to my chest. She was the most beautiful human I had ever seen. She was like some kind of rare treasure. Well I was a merman and we do like our treasure.
Instead of taking her to some shoreline I took her to an underwater cave. It had air in it so she would be able to breathe. All I could do now was wait for my little human to wake up.
Slowly opening your eyes you found yourself in damp cold cave. The only warmth you felt was from a strong pair of arms. "Ah, you are awake." As your eyes adjusted you saw a handsome man with long blonde hair in front of you.
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)3 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
Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader)“Get it right already!” You grumbled, hitting Mathias over the head with the script. He winced though you hadn’t hit him that hard, or at least you didn’t think you had. “I’ve almost got it!” He complained, rubbing the spot you’d hit.Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You rolled your eyes, that’s what he’d been saying for two hours now. Settling back on the sofa he laid down, resting his head on your stomach. Absentmindedly you stroked through his unruly hair, sighing as you looked over the script again.
“What kind of an actor are you anyway? If you can’t memorise your lines...” He grinned at you. “I’m learning them a hell of a lot faster than when I used to learn them by myself you know.”
You gaped at him. It must’ve taken him days to get his lines right then! “It takes me awhile to learn them, but once they’re in my head they stick. You act way better if you know what you have to say but not word for word
Failing voice (FranceXReader)There you were. Francis’s breathing instantly starting quickening and his flashy suit was making him feel constricted. The bouquet he was holding starting slipping from his now sweaty grasp so he laid them on the table he was waiting for you at. He watched as you turned a couple of times, your beautiful eyes searching for where he was.Failing voice (FranceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He could have raised a hand to tell you he was there, but for a moment he was absolutely entranced by you. The way you looked for him, almost desperately when you still couldn’t find him, it set his body on fire.
He honestly had no idea why it was that you had such an effect on him, but he couldn’t deny what he felt. It was something much more than carnal lust, something infinitely more complex than the bodily desires he’d always experienced when around other women.
When he was around you he felt the inexplicable urge to hold you tightly against his chest, stroke your silken hair gently and count the beats of your heart. To kiss e
Don't be jealous(FranceXReaderXChild England)“(y/n)! (y/n)!”Don't be jealous(FranceXReaderXChild England)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had arrived....
Francis’ worst possible nightmare.
The British kid sitting on your lap was grinning widely at you as he bounced up and down. Why now? Why today, it being the day he’d wanted to be with you all alone and who knew, maybe get a little more intimate than usual?
Francis slumped on the coffee table, his blond hair splayed around his head like a halo. He pouted, his temple resting against the cover of a few glossy magazines, though his breath was making his cheek stick onto them.
“And they even had unicorns!” The blond sitting on you, stood up and used his hands as he described what he’d seen at the fantasy forest. “Is that so?” You murmured, smiling at him brightly and indicating for him to continue his tale.
Francis’ expression soured. That smile should have been aimed at him!
“Yeah! And they even had leprechauns and fauns and-“ Art
~*FRANCEXxXREADER*~Was It the Way...?~*FranceXxXReader*~~*FRANCEXxXREADER*~Was It the Way...?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Was it the Way ?
"_-___," you shivered at the sound of your name drenched in his French accent.
'Damn it! Don't think that way!'
"What, Francis?" you hissed, knowing he was drunk wherever he was on the other end of this phone call.
"I-I'm drunk, m-mon amie," he hiccupped from the other end, barely heard over the loud music in the background.
You rolled your eyes as you got up from the nice cup of tea and brioche you were having at your kitchen table. Taking the plate off the red and white, picnic blanket-style table cloth, you stuffed the rest of the scrumptious pastry the man on the phone had made for you.
'Was it the food? No, something else has to be holding me to the bastard.'
You ignored the drunk rambling coming from the phone as you put your plate in the sink and dumped your tea from your Paris mug, which you had gotten from Francis last year for your birthday.
'Was it the gifts? No, again, something bigger had to be holding me to the bastard.'
FrancexReader: Cats and French LoversFrancexReader: Cats and French Lovers3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Here kitty, kitty," you said clicking your tongue. "Come home, I got a nice saucer of milk." You groaned. It had been about two hours since your cat had bolted from the house and into the woods. "Come on, I can't do this all day."
You heard the sound of a twig snapping behind you. Freezing you listened carefully.
"Oh, hello 'ave you seen a white cat?" asked a French accented man. Turning you saw one of the most handsomest men you have ever seen. His hair fell to about his neck and was blonde. He had blue eyes and stubble on his chin.
"N-no," you said, "have you seen my cat she's (give description of cat)."
He shook his head, "Non. Where could he 'ave gone?"
You groaned, "I've been searching for the past two hours and haven't seen any cats."
"I feel like I've seen you before. I'm __________"
"I'm Francis," he said sticking out his hand for you to shake.
You shook his hand.
Suddenly you heard a mew. "(Cat's name)?" You ran over to see your cat and another while cat next to her. At her s
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)3 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
FrancexReader oneshotFrancexReaderFrancexReader oneshot3 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
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 Bottle3 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
FrancexReader: The Country of LoveFrancexReader: The Country of Love3 years ago in Romance More Like This
As the plane landed you looked out the window. It was your first time out of the country. Living and studying in France seemed like a dream to you. The family you were staying with the Bonnefoys. They were supposed to be waiting for you at the airport.
You picked up your luggage and went to search for Mrs. Bonnefoy.
However when you left the plane you didn't see anyone fitting the picture of Mrs. Bonnefoy. Instead you saw a handsome man with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a cardboard sign with your name on it tucked under his arm while he was flirting with some girls.
"Ahem," you said clearing your throat to get his attention.
He turned and gave you a charming smile. Well at least you thought he was trying to be charming, but in reality you found it overwhelmingly creepy. "Bonjour, mon chéie," he said to you. "Qu'est-ce que une belle femme comme vous faites ici?"
"Umm, I can only speak English," you said.
"Ohonhonhon, a foreigner," he said, "Now please tell me w
Good news and bad news (CanadaXReader)You stamped your feet, the cold freezing you. Damn, why did Canada have to be so damn cold! You muttered a string of curse words under your breath, rubbing your hands and shoulders for warmth.Good news and bad news (CanadaXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Matthew hadn’t arrived yet, not that that was a problem; you always had the habit to be places ridiculously early.
So that was to be expected. You’d taken the bus, thinking that was okay to go to an nature park. But when you’d gotten off at the stop, a sign was boarded on the gates. “Closed for maintenance my arse.” You mumbled angrily, huddling into your coat.
The bus only came every two hours, so you thought you might as well stay there and go back to Matthew’s house and play video-games or something.
Though it was taking him rather long. Maybe that was just your frustration and the cold getting to you. And you couldn’t be angry at the quiet Canadian anyway, he was just too sweet and nice.
So that’s why, when he did arrive in his red car, you smil
CIRL FrancexReaderYou huddled under your blankets and wondered why you kept doing this to yourself. "This" being playing creepy video games late into the night and not being able to sleep because of it. It's like you wanted to worsen your mild fear of the dark. And this particular evening was especially horrible because there was a very bad thunderstorm going on outside. The lightning flashes illuminated your room and cast creepy shadows on your walls.CIRL FrancexReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I am never playing that game again," you muttered to yourself, certain you would listen to yourself this time. As anther thunder crash shook your house, you squeaked and dived further into your sheets, hoping that some crazy monster hadn't decided to suddenly exist and run amok in your home.
The rational part of you felt extremely silly for still being afraid like this, but the imaginative part of you couldn't stop coming up with crazy creatures that could be lurking everywhere. It kept turning every little noise you heard into the result of some gross,
Catbells and watching cateyes (GreeceXReader)“Heraaaaaa!” You called, waiting for the Greek to open his front door. Though you’d been ringing the bell and knocking for more than five minutes, he still hadn’t appeared. “C’mon you lazy-arse! Get down here!” You shouted again, your hands cupping your mouth to make your volume louder.Catbells and watching cateyes (GreeceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You heard a grunt from behind the glass door, sighing in relief when the brunette finally opened up. “You were still sleeping weren’t you?” You said irritatedly, dropping your bag on the sofa. As a reply, he merely yawned and stretched.
Another clue to what he’d been doing was the fact that he still hadn’t put a shirt on. “Geez Heracles, get dressed!” You complained, pushing him up the stairs. He nodded sleepily, ruffling his bed-hair as he slowly made his way up the stairs to his room, hopefully to get some proper clothes.
You sighed and sat down on the sofa, your cheeks red. Why was he so oblivious about everything? It
France x Reader- Summer Camp"Francis!" Alfred said, making you turn your head to look at the golden hair young man. He wasn't even paying attention, he was too busy flirting with anything with a vagina in sight. You scoffed slightly before facing forward and folding your arms.France x Reader- Summer Camp3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You hated it when he ignored you, even though the two of you weren't even together.But, over your years here at the summer camp, you actually started to have feelings for him. Well, who wouldn't? You thought that French accent of his was well, sexy. Francis was probably the only reason why you agreed to your parents to come here every summer.
You loved him.
Silently and lost in your thoughts, you waited until the Counselor was done speaking.
"Your schedules!" Alfred said as he walked around, handing every group a sheet of blue paper. Eventually, he came around to you. Alfred looked at you, at France, then back to you, "Good luck, dudette~" He whispered before handing out the rest of the sheets. You rolled your eyes slightly before turni