France X Androgynous!Reader: It doesn't matter
You were a model.
A famous model, actually.
You were on the cover of every magazine, prideful of your appearance. Many magazines had featured you on the cover. You were raised well, and sure in school, you were teased by your peers, but you got through that shit. You were now a model, but there are something that made you differ from most of the models.
You were androgynous.
Yes, androgynous. You were born with both male and female physical traits in your physical appearance. You were teased in school due to this, due to your half-male half-female appearance. You were biologically (female/male), however you weren’t fearful. You were proud of it. Sure, you had the bumps from the teasing you were hurt before, the emotional scars, but now it was completely different. Anyways.
You were now modeling once again for a fashion magazine. You were both featured in male and female modeling. Right now you were in male clothing, posing for the camera. Fitting jeans with a black leather jacket
Letter to Paris--France x Blind!Male!ReaderLetter to Paris--France x Blind!Male!Reader8 months ago in Romance More Like This
It was a pleasant afternoon in the country of Love,AKA France. The people of the country are nice and loveable,almost always having a nice smile on. Of course,those smiles were very contagious.
"Just a few more steps and we'll be there,mon ami~" A soothing and gentle voice cooed,reassuring the other. Francis Bonnefoy,the human personification of the country of France, was guiding (M/N) up the stairs of the world conference. You may be asking yourself; Why does he need his help?
Well,you see...he's blind.
"F-Francis...I can walk on my own you know..." (M/N) pointed out shyly,being completely aware of the gentle yet firm hand around his waist, the other one on his elbow. He didn't have to have the power of sight to know that the Frenchman had a smirk on his face. That stupid cute face of his. That's right,he knows what the other man looks like. (M/N) was a country before he had lost his sight. Well...he isn't exactly a country.
(M/N) is a
White Rose (France x Insecure!White Rose (France x Insecure!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
White Rose (France x Insecure!Artist!Reader)
‘He’d never love me…’ (Y/n) thought as she watched him flirt with a small group of young women. Her pencil flew across the page as she worked to capture the expression on his face. Her (h/c) bangs fell in her eyes as she desperately tried to draw the look in his bright blue eyes, the movement of his long, wavy, golden locks, and the appearance of the stubble on his chin. Looking up, she pulled her (h/l) (h/c) hair over her shoulder, and began braiding it to keep it from interfering with her view of him. She cringed inwardly as she saw him give one of the girls a red rose.
‘Red. The colour of passion, love, and lust. I wish he would give me a red rose, but how could he? Red doesn’t suit me at all. I’m more the colour white. Boring, plain, and invisible.’ (Y/n) felt tears pricking at her (e/c) eyes. (Y/n) had been friends with Francis Bonnefoy since the two of them were
FrancexReader .:Kiss the Rain:.FrancexReader .:Kiss the Rain:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hello, can you hear me?
Am I getting through to you?
Hello, is it late there?
Is that laughter on the line?
Are you sure you're there alone?
You sat on the couch, feeling impatient and bored and scared, for it was raining heavily outside and the thunder was loud, and you were alone. You glanced towards the clock again. Seven o'clock, PM. How long had it been since he'd called? How long had it been since you'd called?
You'd been trying to overcome the temptation, but you were really stressed out and eventually you couldn't stand it anymore. You dove for the phone, which was sitting on the coffee table, and dialed your boyfriend's home number. He didn't answer. Frantically, you dialed his cell phone number. It rang a couple of times before he finally answered, though groggily. "Bonjour?"
"Hello, Francis? It's me, (Name). Can you hear me?" you asked nervously.
"Oh, (Name)! Oui, I can hear you. Is somet
France x Male!Reader [Commission for zoe-chan7]France x Male!Reader [Commission for zoe-chan7]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Male Name] [Last Name] was the prince of [Kingdom Name]. He was a rather handsome young man, complete with silky [hair colour] locks and dazzling [eye colour] eyes. He was the son of king Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Héderváry. Truth be told, he was adopted by the king and queen of [Kingdom Name]. [Male Name] was adopted when he was roughly ten years of age. Just a young, abandoned child. Roderich and Elizaveta had brought him their family, and brought him of them up as a respectable young man. [Male Name] was now eighteen, and was set to marry.
He was engaged to a princess from the neighbouring kingdom. He had never net her before, but he knew her name. She was Alice Kirkland, a Brit. From what [Male Name] was told, she had blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. He had tried to picture her in his mind for quite some time, but he was unable to conjure up a decent image.
He had never wanted this arranged marriage. As soppy as it sounds, he had wanted to marry out o
Retrouvailles. || France x Reader.Retrouvailles. || France x Reader.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(n.) the happiness of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation.
[Name] checked her phone, once, and then twice that a message would pop out. She waited in a small cafe, it wasn't necessarily crowded nor deserted. It was perfect. 15 minutes passed by, and her heart pounded faster ever passing minute. She was shaking nervously on her seat, though she tried to remain calm.
“Miss? Do you need anything?”
She jumped a bit, surprised by the sudden voice. Ah yes, [Name] had clearly forgotten that she wasn't alone in the cafe.
“O-Oh! I'm sorry.. I was a bit distracted. But coffee would be nice, yes. No sugar, please.”
The Hostess nodded her head and came back with hot steaming coffee. The [h/c] female smiled as she silently gave a 'thank you' and payed for it.
She then checked back into her phone.
Still no messages, to her disappointment.
With that, she sighed as she put her phone back on her pocket and sipped the
Pour Toujours- France x ReaderPour Toujours- France x Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You had lost count of the times your friends warned you.
Be careful. He is not to be trusted; ____, are you sure he's not cheating on you?; Are you sure he is not playing with you? And every time you would respond the same. And every time they would answer back.
I'm just worried about you. You know he isn't trustworthy.
You love him with all your strengh. You were sure about that, as you were sure that pigs couldn't fly. And he loved you too. The glint on his eyes every time he saw you, that idiotic but lovable smile that grew when you entered the room. He was a special man. He flirted, you knew that. But you also knew that his smile, his touch and his love was just for you.
He only loved you.
You had known how he was in the past- you were his classmate through junior high until college. You were close friends that shared one best friend: Antonio Carriedo. Actually, it was him that introduced the two of you.
You turned your head to see your childhood
I'll Be Home for Christmas - Germany x ReaderWAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!!!!!!! Before you start reading, go down to the description and play the song that's there while reading this.I'll Be Home for Christmas - Germany x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I am dreaming tonight of a place that I love
Even more than I usually do
And although I know
It's a long road back, I promise you
Ludwig Beilschmidt sat huddled down in a foxhole out in the snowy battlefield front, shivering and doing his best to keep warm. It was December of 1944 and Ludwig was one of two hundred and fifty thousands troops sent marching across an eighty-five mile stretch between southern Belgium and Luxembourg. Well...there had been two hundred and fifty thousand men originally. There was no telling how many had been lost by now in the previous days of fighting. But for now, all was silent and peaceful; it was now about one o' clock on Christmas morning and a temporary truce had been called by both sides.
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please, have snow and mistletoe
France x Reader - Redefining Beautiful_____ sat in the bright sunshine and smiled softly. There were birds in the trees.France x Reader - Redefining Beautiful2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What type of birds she didn’t know, but she knew they were there.
She was in a park.
At least it seemed to be a park. From what she could remember this was what a park was like.
She was on a bench, a wooden bench.
But she did not know what time it was.
She felt a presence beside her and turned slightly to the sound.
Turning back she sat drinking in the warmth of the sun countered by the gentle breeze.
Francis had come here every day for the last week and seen the same girl sitting there every day.
Recently he had been almost drowning in paper work and relationships with other countries had become slightly strained. His social life felt lacking so much that flirting with girls at bars or nightclubs no longer interested him. It was as if he felt he didn’t know how to connect with people in the same way as he used too.
But when he saw this girl, with (hair length) (hair co
Boyfriend!France x Blind!Male!Reader [Request]Boyfriend!France x Blind!Male!Reader [Request]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I don't know if my French boyfriend knows, but I can pretty much handle myself on my own. Despite my blindness. Francis really worries too much, but I loved him. I really do.
I was on the couch listening to the radio.
Waiting for Francis as usual to come home from work. It was really lonely during the day while he was gone. I lived with Francis in from huge mansion of a home. At least, It was huge to me. I had no idea how vast his home was. I would wonder in new sections of the home everyday. Which led to Francis finding me and taking me back to the small section of the house I knew really well.
I sigh, having no track of time really was hell. It felt like forever.
I wasn't always blind. I was just like any normal little boy. Francis was a long time bestfriend to me. He also witnessed the accident that took my vision away. Francis blames it was his fault for my blindness. We were only playing, when suddenly car struck me in the road. I blame myself though. It wasn't Francis fault
Mute!Reader x France - Unanswered FeelingsMute!Reader x France - Unanswered Feelings2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When did it happen? How did it happen? How many years ago did it happen?
What did it feel like ..?
So many questions with lost answers is running through the humans head,
hoping to one day find their only piece of the puzzle that completes it all into one big picture.
Sometimes they find the light at the end of the tunnel while some get lost and soon
becomes forgotten and has no meaning anymore.
But why ..?
Why can't the answers seek for the questions instead of the opposite?
This is why,
why my question hasn't been answered nor has the answer found it either.
Where did my voice go?
Is the question that has been on my mind constantly, unfortunatley the answer has not been found yet.
Has it dissappeared from the world?
Or is it lurking somewhere hidden,
trying to find the right time to reveal itself?
I do not know,
and maybe I never will.
Unwillingly her voice was taken away, therefore instead of speaking she wrote.
Thoughts of years ago was
Silence[France x deafReader] REQUESTIt was not normal, well not for you...to hear. You were born deaf, but that did not stop you from achieving so much in your lifetime, if anything it did was that it inspired you to achieve greatness and learn to surpass what other people call a disability. To you it only made your other senses far more special, your sense of smell was heightened as was your vision to make up for your faulty hearing.Silence[France x deafReader] REQUEST2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You even found someone to love, someone to share your adventures with, someone who cherished you. That man was Francis. A frenchman that had come to (your country) studying gourmet and that is where he met you at a local cafe. He had accidentally bumped into you making him drop your cup of (coffee/tea/chocolate/water) He felt bad that he wanted to buy you a cup. That is when he realized you told him not to bother much in sign language. You thought he would start to speak slowly or dumb themselves down to meet your standards as everyone usually did when they found out that you were deaf. He
In Love with a Country (France x Male!Reader)You weren't really sure how to tell France how you felt about him.In Love with a Country (France x Male!Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Yes, you, too, have become smitten with the flamboyant Frenchman. As he wonders the streets of Paris, you can't help but watch him with a distant look of love on your face. He brought happiness to so many people with just his handsome smile. He made so many girls blush; so many men laugh; he was really an amazing person.
Amazing enough to capture your heart.
"Stalking Mr. France again, [Name]?" queried your good friend, [Male Name].
You quickly turned away from the window and went back to drinking your coffee. "No, I'm just enjoying the beautiful sights Paris has to offer."
"Ah, yes," agreed [Male Name]. "Paris is amazing, isn't it?"
You nodded, sipping your drink while stealing glances out the window. France was wondering around, like usual, striking up conversations with random people and bringing happiness to everyone within a five-foot radius.
Reader x France - The Love of JealousyReader x France – The Love of JealousyReader x France - The Love of Jealousy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Note: Please read description if you have not read the intro. Also this is my first France fanfic and I had a bit of trouble with him. If he’s OOC then I’m really sorry! >.
Dragon heart. 2p America x Male Reader! one shot.give yourself a guy nameDragon heart. 2p America x Male Reader! one shot.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It took you 5 hours just to climb the face of the rocky earth. You had nothing but the pack of food on your back, the ice pick, rope, your hands and feet. Most rock climbers even extremest would never attempt this monstrous nightmare. It was called the dragons layer and for good reason too.
Through out the entire mountain there was peaks that looked like the jaws of the fearsome beast. There were also catacombs that could hide a beast easily. No foliage grew around the mountain because it was an active volcano, and animals dared not venture to close to it. It was the perfect challenge for you.
You looked up from your spot, hands bleeding and filled with dirt. You saw a ledge that will serve as your resting spot. With a gasp of air you crouched then launched yourself off of the mountain side. If you missed your target you would fall to your death, if you reached you hoped your momentum was not to much. If it was you would swing
France x Reader - Beauty Can Be Held In Anything"Aren't the roses beautiful?" Francis asks me as we walk along the rose garden, the aroma overwhelming. I smile, hands in my pockets. The warm sun beats down on us as I look around me at all the different colors and shades of roses around us. Looking up at my friend, I say,France x Reader - Beauty Can Be Held In Anything1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"I suppose. They're not my favorite thing in the world, though." He smiles back at me, saying,
"That is only natural. Perhaps you see beauty in a different way."
"And so do you," I say. Then I smirk, continuing, "Although, you do tend to think everything can be beautiful."
"Beauty can be held in anything, and everything. It is in the eye of the beholder, and you are my definition of beautiful," Francis says softly, lifting my chin up. I feel heat rush to my face, unable to speak. My mouth opens, but I can't speak. Francis laughs at my flustered behavior as my cheeks get redder. I frown, saying,
"I-it's not funny! What do you find so beautiful about me anyways? Shouldn't something beautif
France X Reader : FeverFranceXReaderXLittle!Canada: FeverFrance X Reader : Fever2 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.
Training- GermanyxMale!ReaderYou had always been picked on.Training- GermanyxMale!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Throughout high school, middle school, and elementary. (You even remembered vividly one time in preschool when a boy pushed you down into the sandbox and called you stupid for not giving him one of your Power Rangers)
Why? Well, maybe it was because you had always been friends with more girls than boys, because you had gotten glasses in the second grade and kids had kept calling you “nerd” even when you got contacts, because even after puberty, you never got any muscles.
Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter to you. What mattered was that every single day, Alfred F. Jones, the quarterback dunce, would slam you into the lockers and laugh when your books spilled across the floor.
“Nerd!” he stated with a confident smirk. “Can’t even hold your own damn book, can you? Weak!”
“Whatever, Alfred… Not like you could even read one…” you muttered, stooping down to pick up your math binder
Deaf!AustriaxMute!Reader You walked through the halls of the school, looking for the guidance office, where you were supposed to meet with a guidance counselor. You see, you were a new student, and tomorrow was supposed to be your first day of classes. You were just meeting with a counselor to double check your schedule, and make sure all of your teachers were aware of your disability. Your disability, was the fact that you were mute. When you were younger you were in a car accident, where the seat belt cut into your throat in a way that harmed your vocal cords beyond repair. Your hands immediately went to the scars that surgery had left behind, and you absentmindedly rubbed your fingers across your throat as you walked down the hall. You suddenly stopped, your fingers still at your neck, as you heard a soft melody playing from somewhere ahead.Deaf!AustriaxMute!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You followed the tune, which lead you to a room, room 204 to be exact. You hesitantly knocked, before you opened the do
Is He...? FrancexCrossDressing!ReaderIs He...? FrancexCrossDressing!Reader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Okay, so yeah. Let's pretend that your name is unisex. Double space between paragraphs means POV change. Francis thinks that you're a guy. ENJOY!~
Francis sighed. Again. He was quite exasperated at the moment. "Why won't you take off that silly sweatshirt??" he questioned. _____ rolled her eyes.
"Because Bonnefoy, I just don't wanna. Besides, it's not even that hot out here!" Francis face palmed. It was 98 degrees outside, and _____ would NOT take off that dumb hoodie. Of course, though, she was lying about her reasoning. It was waaaayyy too hot for that thing. But she didn't dare take it off.
See, _____ was a bit of a cross dresser. Not the kind that really wanted to be the opposite gender, believed they were the opposite gender; she just liked men's clothing. It was more comfortable. Her name was generally unisex, her hair was cut short, getting a little shaggy (on that note, she probably needed a haircut), and she just acted like one of the guys. She
France x Tsundere!Reader (Valentine special~)France x Tsundere!Reader (Valentine special~)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“So, _________~!! Do you want some help there, mon cher?” you heard a man with heavy French accent say behind you. You turned your head and saw Francis leaning against the lockers, while you were trying to open yours. As you saw him you just groaned something like “Fuck off, Francis…” and continued with your work. You didn’t know why it wouldn’t open, until yesterday it was perfect... “Freakin’ locker…! Open already!” you cursed, kicking it. For the 3th time. As if it’d bring something…
You sighed and tried once again; pulling it, pushing it and hitting it. “Why won’t it opeeen!?!” you complained leaning your forehead on it. “Damn it…”
Francis couldn’t help but chuckle, even this mad side of you was cute. You glanced at him, with a twitch between your eyes, which made him smile wider. “A mademoiselle like you shouldn’t be saying such things” he s
Request: Fem!France x Tsundere!Male!Readerthis is a request from ~HetaVocaCore!Request: Fem!France x Tsundere!Male!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hope you like it! ^^
(male name) went to visit Francine and Madeline’s house. But before he could get to knock on the door, you were knocked back to the ground when you bumped heads with someone who was gushing out of the house. “Aah, that hurt” a male’s voice groaned who was apparently knocked down to the ground too. “Hey Toni, you okay?” you heard a female voice spoke. Rubbing your aching forehead, you looked up and saw Antonio sitting and his girlfriend Maria, one of your childhood friends, was beside him rubbing his bump on his head. “Ah, (male name) you okay? Sorry I didn’t know you’d be there when I ran out the door…ahahaha” the Spaniard said while smiling sheepishly. You shook your head and stood up. “Nope, it’s just okay Antonio. It’s just an accident”
Maria helped Antonio to stand up. After she swatted some dust off his
Deaf!France x Reader -My dreams came true with youI sat there and opened my eyes, only to see (name)'s lips turn into an adorable smile.Deaf!France x Reader -My dreams came true with you2 years ago in Romance More Like This
My chest began to heat up, my heart began to run and my lips curled to a grin.
(Name) kissed my cheek and I knew what she wanted to tell me, but I played as if I didn't.
Although I couldn't hear my own voice, I always tried to continue with the speaking.
I spoke the words I thought and (name) nodded, resting her arms around my neck.
I had thought;
'Do you want to tell me something?'
I hope it came out right, but after her nodding I supposed that it did.
I tried to speak again, hoping that the words came out right another time.
(Name) blushed, her cheeks becoming crimson, and nodded.
Sometimes - I thought - I'd love to hear her voice.
My hand made it's way and stroked her cheek.
She was so beautiful...such an adorable mademoiselle.
I never understood why such a beautiful, healthy girl stayed by the side of a deaf young man, who would never be able to hear her.
But she alone was a mystery herself. By
The one you can trust || France x Fem!ReaderThe one you can trust || France x Fem!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So please don't judge me
And I wont judge you
Cause it could get ugly
Before it get's beautiful
Please don't judge me
And I wont judge you
And if you love me
Then let it be beautiful...
You're hearing rumors about me
And you can't stomach the thought
Of someone touchin' my body
When you're so close to my heart
I won't deny what they're sayin'
Because most of it is true
But it was all before I fell for you
So please babe.
Francis eyes were filled with tears, yet he was refusing to set those salty pearls free.
He always knew that this day would come; the day when you would find out those things about him.
His parents had invited the both of you to join a party they were hosting and first he didn't wanted to come but at the end he'd got forced to.
Of course it had been a very bad idea.
Not even an hour after your arrival, he had met many, really really many, of his old ''acquaintances'', which were mostly woman truth to be told.
Said ''lovely'' ladies saw you &
Rejected!China x Popular!Male!ReaderRejected!China x Popular!Male!Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young, Chinese teenager sunk into his wooden desk chair, an inaudible sigh escaping his chapped lips. His hazel brown eyes were half lidded, and a light blush running across his cheeks, staining his face with an adorable shade of red.
He was dressed in the usual boy's uniform of Gakuen Hetalia, an Academy that was viewed as one of the highest and best forms of education throughout the entire world. Due to this reputation, teenagers from all different countries attended here. People from every corner of the world came here, sent by their parents in the hopes that they'd became a great addition to society; that they'd make something great of themselves. The school itself was stationed in England, and it had its own dorms to make it easier for all the different students. The teens would all stay here for the majority of the year, but they'd go home for holidays. Christmas was the most hectic time of the year. Hundreds of students trying to get flights to their home