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.
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
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
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
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
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
France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'France X Reader (Oneshot)France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'3 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..
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
FrancexReader Door of PicturesFrancexReaderFrancexReader Door of Pictures3 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.
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 ~ I don't blush!FrancexReader ~ I don't blush!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tying up your hair into a messy bun, you checked yourself one last time in the mirror before running downstairs to the ringing doorbell. It was Saturday night and having nothing else important to do, you invited some friends over. Originally, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis should have all been here tonight.
But Lovino somehow got sick and Toni preferred staying home in order to take care of his rising fever. And as for Gilbert, you figured he had more important things to do since he didn't mention why he wasn't going to show up.
So tonight, it was just you and Francis. He said something about refusing to leave such a gorgeous girl alone on a Saturday evening.
You giggled to yourself, skipping towards your front door. Grabbing the doorknob, you opened it swiftly to reveal a grinning Frenchman holding a large bouquet of (fave flowers).
"Bonsoir, ma belle! Regarde, je vous ai apporté des fleurs! Vous les aimez?"
You gladly took the bouquet while rising
Jealous!FranceXReaderXChild!CanadaBright blue eyes watched you and his little Canadian son, sitting contently in your lap, laughing and giggling.Jealous!FranceXReaderXChild!Canada3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Oh, how it irritated Francis Bonnefoy.
Don't misunderstand, Francis loved Matthew to death; after all, those wide, violet eyes, wavy blond locks, and that toothy childish grin were priceless. Top it all off with a shy and forgiving personality, and you had an A+ child on your hands. The one problem was that dear, sweet Matthew was currently getting all of your attention when Franis planned to spend the day together, just you and him. And, to be ignored by his mon amour pissed the Frenchman off more than anything else.
In fact, why was he just sitting here? He needed to make it clear that ____ was HIS mon amour, even though his amour "offender" was nothing more than his seven year old son. Standing up, the Frenchman ran toward you, glomping you with the ferocity of a bear. "F-France!" You yelled, eyes wide in surprise.
You both heard a small, barel
Behave (FranceXReader)Lovelorn sunlight drifted past the curtains, their white cotton sashaying in the warm breeze. The evening sun was peeking out from behind the horizon, seemingly telling everyone goodbye and waving its sunray arms. A soft sigh escaped you, a strand of your (h/c) hair misbehaving and escaping the elaborate hairdo Francis had created. “Amour, you should not be sighing.”Behave (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
To that you snorted quietly, your eyes on your reflection in the old mirror. Its surface was cracked in places and you could see the wooden back that held the glass up, but you still didn’t get rid of it; it had been a present from Francis’ late mother. “You know amour, you’re being a bad girl dressing like this.” Again, you snorted but this time you looked up to confront the blond, who was meticulously cleaning your shoulders from any dust or fluff.
His blue eyes caught your accusatory stare and he blushed, the red on his cheeks matching the red of the rose he had tucked in his su
Playing Love Games (France X Reader)France One ShotPlaying Love Games (France X Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Playing Love Games
I sat with my legs crossed underneath my overly stuffy and poofy gown, glaring at my father from across the table. Just like the rest of the year that had passed since I had decided to take a vow of silence my father tried his best to ignore me. Though I found it odd that he was shifting so much in his seat, the last time I had seen him this worked up was when I first stopped talking. So since I couldn't talk I simply stared at him, knowing he would crack eventually.
He finally caught my eye and gave me a sad attempt at a smile “So ___ my dear our you enjoying your meal. I thought it would be nice to have your favorite meal, at least it use to be. Also I had some new riding gear made for you since I heard you had a little accident on your last ride. I do hope I did a good job at picking them out.” he rambled on, making me wonder what he was up too. He was cut off how ever by Lillia, his new wife and the reason I stopped talking, cleared he
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
Three roses (Valentine special~)You yawned, rubbing your tired eyes as you slouched into school. Maybe having an anime marathon wasn’t such a good idea after all... You wondered, dropping your bag to the floor as you twisted the numeric combination to your locker. Prising it open with a metallic squeak, you yawned sleepily once more, picking you books up to drop them into the corner.Three roses (Valentine special~)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A flash of colour caught your eye however, in fact several bright colours. Placing your books to the side of the curious things, you picked them up to examine them out of the darkness that lurked in the inside of your locker.
Three roses lay on your palm; one a bloody crimson, another a pristine white and the last one a vibrant lapis lazuli colour. Blinking in confusion, you looked around almost certain that these had been put in the wrong place.
When you turned back to your locker, you spotted a note. Picking it up, you set the roses down safely on top of your books.
Please meet me behind the school when the day is over.
Your Turn- FrancexReader.:France:.Your Turn- FrancexReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Francis, come on," you groaned when Francis would continually ignore you, poking his cheek in annoyance, "Get up and off your sexy ass already and go check up on the baby... And tie your hair up, it's getting in my face again!"
Francis chuckles faintly in his pretend sleep, deciding to just encase you in his strong arms and buff chest to keep you from moving. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling child calling for you and Francis, sleepy parents, from the nursery room.
Sleepily, you said to Francis again, "Please Francis, it's your turn to check on the baby..."
Francis lifted one of his eyelids to allow his adoring blue eyes to stare at you, a smirk playing up one his pale face, "Why should I, ma chérie?"
You rolled your eyes at Francis' playful banter, deciding to immediately step up Francis' motivation towards getting out of the warm pillows, cocoon of blankets and your hot body temperature. Slowly sitting up, you sl
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.You're mine (Fallen to thief FranceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
Too Cute! Jealous!FranceXReaderXNeko!England"Awww! You're so cute!"Too Cute! Jealous!FranceXReaderXNeko!England3 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
Bullied!FranceXReader(With some Punk!England)"Pervert!"Bullied!FranceXReader(With some Punk!England)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Francis Bonnefoy grit his teeth, using all his will power to keep from turning around and giving those bastards a piece of his mind. Sure, Francis was a litte.....Overpassionate, but did that give them the right to call him a rapist? No, it most certainly did not!
He didn't bother correcting them anymore, though. He just learned to grin and bear it, for there was nothing else he could do. It's not like his teachers gave two shits either way, and his parents.........Well, his relationship with them wasn't the pleasent of most, and he had a feeling going to them for his personal problems would only make them worse.
Just grin and bear it, he reminded himself.
"You creeper, how many girls have you raped today?"
Grin......Grin and bear it.
Francis had been counting to 10 in French, his mother language, trying to calm down, when a hand slammed down on his shoulder. Francis whipped around, no longer able to ke
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
France X Reader : FeverFranceXReaderXLittle!Canada: FeverFrance X Reader : Fever3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
‘Et j’ai dû côtoyer le pavé,’…The first line of ‘Désolé’ by Sexion D’Assaut blared from the small phone on (Y/n)’s nightstand, waking her up. Groggily, she grunted and lifted her head, her (h/l)(h/c) hair a tangled mess around her face. Her hand groped for her phone in the dark. If the song was from France, it meant that Francis was calling her. She had country specific ringtones for all her friends, since they were personified nations. If it had been anyone else, she would have gone back to sleep, but she had a major crush on him. Flipping open her phone, she pressed it to her ear, but quickly jerked it away when she heard the Frenchman yelling into the phone.
Marry Me (France x Reader)Marry Me (France x Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Damn you Francis. Why do I have to make all of these clocks!” Germany growled. Italy wasn’t exactly helping either.
“But what if big brother Francis needs these clocks!” Italy whined. Germany was about to object when the door swung open showing a distressed Frenchman.
“Oui! Ludwig! I need your help!” France cried.
Germany felt surprised. “What do you want Francis?” France rushed up to Germany clinging to him.
“I want to propose to my lovely lady, but I want it to be special! What do I do?”
“And what makes you think that I have the answer?!” France shrugged
“I do not know, but you could think of something.” Germany tried to suppress his anger when Italy suddenly came bouncing up to them.
“I know what you can do Big Brother Francis!” France (feeling desperate) turned around to listen to the Italian man.
“Okay! This is what you need to do. Ve~”
You were in a very bubbly moo
Doll!FrancexReaderDoll!FrancexReaderDoll!FrancexReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You grinned, staring out the window of the moving van. Today was like a dream come true, hell it actually was a dream come true.
You had finally got up the courage to move away from your parents. You and your few possessions were now speeding towards a small town.
You hoped that there your life would change. Maybe you would met the guy of your dreams!
Sighing happily, you turned down the road that led to town. This was it, you could feel it. Your life could only get better from here on out!
A few turns later, you pulled up in front of the building you were renting an apartment from.
"Ah, Miss. ________." An elderly woman hobbled up as you got out from the car.
"I am glad you arrived safely. Was the drive nice?"
"Yes, thank you for asking Mrs. Sachi." You looked up at the old building that would soon become home.
"I better move everything in then!"
Mrs. Sachi sighed slightly, looking a bit troubled,
Revenge with a shower (SpainXReader)You squelched up to Antonio’s front door. Should I...? You thought numbly, your fist already raised. You barely had time to shake your head and turn away when suddenly the door swung open. Antonio frowned, worried as to why you were so soaked.Revenge with a shower (SpainXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hi!” You said, trying to sound cheerful, but the hoarseness of your voice told him more than enough. “Come in, I’ll get you some towels.”
He left you dripping in his hallway for a moment, bending down to free your wet feet. “Thanks.” You murmured as Antonio wrapped several towels around you.
He took your hand and led you into his warm living where you sat gratefully on his sofa. “What happened?” He demanded, sitting down next to you and gazing at you with those concerned green eyes of his.
“You know my boyfriend had quite the reputation of a player right?” He nodded, not liking where this was going. You laughed hollowly, snuggling into the warmth of the towels.