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.
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)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
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
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
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..
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
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)2 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
France X Reader - Romantic MorningsDull, clouded, rays of sunlight just beginning to peek out from the clouds of the early morning rushed and drifted through the small window of the apartment kitchen, bringing some light to the Frenchman's work as he smiled to himself, his hands making wonders that filled the room, though remembered to be quiet enough so the female that lay in the bedroom down the hall would not hear him.France X Reader - Romantic Mornings2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The soft hum of a kettle over a burner, just barely starting to steam filled the small kitchen, while the gentle rustle of turning pages belonging to a hard-bound book was heard every so often.
Still asleep upstairs in the darkened bedroom Francis and _(Name)_ shared, the female lay restlessly in bed, still off dreaming someplace in her mind. Francis had expected no less of her thought, seeing that she could- and she had before- slept in until a good time past two in the afternoon.
He never complained thought, seeing that with the free time of this on his hands, he usually got the morning to himself, a
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
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
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)1 year 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
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
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: Anniversary2 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.
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.
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
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
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)2 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
What's in My Mouth? France X ReaderWhat's in My Mouth? France X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I don't want to put that in my mouth, it looks slimy, nasty, and just not right at all. It's not going to happen so just forget about it." You moved away from the approaching fork, shutting your mouth tight and crossing your arms.
"Oh come on now, it's not so bad. Your hurting me, not wanting to try my cooking." France began poking you on the side of the mouth with the fork. "Now open wide ma chérie, I promise you will like it."
You looked over at the escargot he was trying so desperately to get you to eat, it wiggled, popping it's head out of its shell.. "It's still alive France, I'm not eating something alive." You scrunched up your face, now even more grossed out by the idea than you were before.
France looked like he was trying not to crack up. "Alive, that can't be right, he should be dead." He looked at the mollusc. "Oh, so he is, I suppose they missed one. Good thing you didn't eat it after all." He just shrugged it off and handed the snail to a wait
France X Reader Valentine's SeriesFrance X Reader Valentine's Series2 years ago in Romance More Like This
‘Table For Two?’ France x Reader
Valentine’s Day, a day for lovers and/or loved ones to spend the day together. It seemed as if everyone had a date or some sort of plan that day, America asked England if he wanted to go out for some beer. Italy invited Germany to spend the day with him. And well you were just sitting there, waiting for the meeting to end before you would leave to go home and be left all by your lonesome self.
Finally, after what seemed like hours. Germany finally said you could all leave and go home. Getting up from your chair, you glance at all the countries leaving. Some in pairs, some in small groups. Even if it was a ‘special day’ as many people called it, it seemed like a normal one to you.
You finally arrived at your place, you take a quick glance at everything. Making sure it was still the same as how you left it. There was one thing though that wasn’t as how you left it. There’s a smal
France x Reader Pretty PleaseYou laid in bed with your husband, entangled with one each other completely. You sighed, This is the third time this week, Francis. When will you accept that no means no? His head rested in the crook of your neck, his blonde locks tickling your clavicle. You shivered and you prayed that the flirtatious side of him was dead for now. He didn't notice, or at least didn't call you on it. He was too focused on his desires at the moment.France x Reader Pretty Please2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mon amour!! Why not? We 'ave been married for nearly two years! Don't you think we are ready?" You looked into the sad blue irises of your Frenchie.
" Francis. Mon amour, I'd like to be referred to by my own name when I'm vith my vife." You knew this, it just always seemed to slip your mind after hundreds of years of being colleagues.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Francis. Force of habit. I remember the days when we-"
"Don't change zhe subject, ________! Yes, zhose were good times, but I would li
FrancexReaderFrancexReaderFrancexReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You had always been fascinated with the stars. With the idea of thousands of solar systems where out there, each one with it's own sun, or three. However, the idea you loved most, the one that thrilled you was the idea that there was life out there. That just maybe, there was a species who wouldn't mind become friends with humans.
You glanced out the window at the darkening sky and sighed. If only there was a way to contact the outside.
A large white light streaked across the sky. You gaped, eyes wide. Grabbing a pair of binoculars, you threw open the backdoor and pressed them against your face, neck craning backwards to get a better view of the sky.
It was gone. Frowning, you lowered the binoculars and squinted at the sky. There was absolutely no trace of the white light that had streaked across the sky only seconds before.
Your shoulders slumped and you sighed. You must have imagined it somehow, spent too much time s
Francexreader- Drunk 3FrancexReaderFrancexreader- Drunk 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"None of you fucking business."
He fell to his knees, sobbing like a newborn child.
"PLEASE!! I NEED HER!"
-------Arthur's point of view------
"Piss off." My voice was tight with anger. My fist were clenched and it took all of my will power not to hit him.
Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. He glared at me with a ferocity I never thought possible of him.
"You don't understand." His voice was shaking with what sounded like a mixture of anger and sadness.
I scowled, knowing that soon the neighbors would be looking outside, the commotion he was causing was a nuisance.
"Come on in then." I stepped aside to let him in. Francis entered, still glaring at me.
I held up a hand before he could open his mouth.
"I'm not telling you were ______ is."
His face contorted with anger, "WHY?!"
I glared back, "She doesn't want to be the fallback anymore. She's tired of you walking all over her."
FrancexReader: Persuasion.“Mon Cher~!” Francis called from your lawn.FrancexReader: Persuasion.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You briefly looked out your bedroom window, two stories up. A smile curved your lips as you leaned on the window ledge to stare down at him.
“I'm guessing you want something?” You laughed and Francis waved.
“Oui~ Come down here!”
“Non.” You shook your head, observing your French friend.
“What? Why not!”
“Because I've got to get stuff to do. I can't have you distracting me.”
“There's not 'buts' about it. I've got work. Maybe later?”
“Really?” He asked eagerly.
“No.” You laughed bitterly, turning away from the open window.
Ah, sarcasm was a language you knew well, not many found it as funny as you did, but Francis, your best friend since the beginning of your college life, understood it. He claimed it was your 'defense' mechanism and despite your protests, he was right. You used it to get out of situations. It was your
Bullied!FranceXReader(With some Punk!England)"Pervert!"Bullied!FranceXReader(With some Punk!England)2 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