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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!
"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 wa
FrancexReader - My Little Love
With summer being on the scene, sending it's warm winds and summer rays reaching down to heat the population below, one would think it was quite a normal day like any other. Then again, if you had to sit in a meeting with the Allies and Axis nations, you'd have known better. The meeting was about to end, and you knew it was because a chair went flying out of the second story window of the building where they always met. It always reminded you of those Appliance Defenestration commercials where the women threw out their old washing machines for not working right and almost impaling a poor unexpected bypasser; with shouts and curses being hea
Girlfriend (France X Reader)~If I was your girl .friend I would let you touch everything that I am~
At least that's what he read about (name).
France looked at the (h/c) girl walking in the (color that looks good on you) dress walking down the street. Her (h/l) hair blowing softly along with her dress, he looked at her freshly shaven (skin toned) legs and chuckled. He had to have her. So he walked up to her inerupting her happy stroll.
"Bonjour madame." He purred in a thick French accent. The girl smiled.
"Bonjour." She responded politely to the best of her ability. He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly making her blush.
"May I say that (color th
Vamp!France x Reader - Roses Bleed Wine
Vamp!France x Reader- Drops of Wine
"You are cordially invited to the home of Francis Bonnefoy, on October 31, for a Halloween Ball. All must wear costumes. We hope you can attend. Signed, Francis Bonnefoy XIII."
You reread the note for the fifteenth time today, October 31st, the only other thing on it was directions to his estate and an insignia of a rose. You put it to my nose and inhaled the rose scent that wafted from it.
It made your heart beat faster just from the fact it was from THE Francis Bonnefoy. A man known for his interest in wine, elegance, fashion, and women.
His family had been very involved in the making of the town. Als
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."
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.
"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."
"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.
Before he took advantage of it.
"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.
Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.
"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.
"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred wha
Out in the Rain (France x Reader)The simple fact that you often worked late on the nights you worked your long shifts generally meant that you saw a lot of things others didn't. Your small and quaint town seemed to be full of surprises, varying from stray animals to much stranger, shadowy figures that sometimes you just didn't bother questioning. In fact, you had well convinced yourself over the years that nothing would surprise you anymore. You had every right to think so, especially after all the odd things you had seen over time.
It was one quiet, sleeting evening in November, and you were at your usual post, positioned by the small window in the restaurant you worked w
France x Reader - Happy Halloween FunThe day of Halloween has come and you were just thrilled this day had finally come. Before the days of this event, you planned to become the most awesome house in the neighborhood. The house with the baked good treats, candies, and even toys. All the children will be chatting about your house. You just knew it. That's why you bought and stock and prepared for the event. Now that day has come, you were ready.
"Ok, let's see.
Bowl of candies. Check.
Monster Cupcakes to follow the occasion. Check.
Eyeball gummies. Check.
Witch finger lollipops. Check.
Little fun toys. Check.
The extra extra stock just in case I run out w
France x Reader-Cooking
France x Reader- Cooking
Your hungry belly gave yet another loud growl, as you sat perched at the bar in the kitchen of your french lover, Francis Bonnefoy. You glanced at the clock again and sighed.
"How much longer...?!" You whined, sounding like a two-year old. Francis chuckled at the stove and turned to look at you.
"Not much longer, Ma chérie." He responded, before returning to the food on the stove. You groaned and let your head fall onto the counter. It had been about 30 minutes since he last said that. You were growing hungrier by the minute, and your growling stomach wasn't helping either. After a few moments, Francis turned
Is He...? FrancexCrossDressing!Reader
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 c
FrancexReader - FearlessYou had been dating the very flirtatious frenchman for a week now. Your friends thought that he was just a perverted man, but you saw that he was something different. Sure, he may be a little perverted, but if you knew how to handle it, he was a sweet man.
Tonight, Francis had promised you to take you out to dinner. You were all for going over to his place and eating in - since his gorgeous food was just one of the perks of being his girlfriend - but Francis insisted on taking you out to a fancy resaurant. You sighed in happiness and looked over at your boyfriend at the other side of the table.
You smiled sweetly at him, and in return you g
France x Reader: All I Got
France x Reader: All I Got
Request for MizureChan
The rain bombarded the window. It was hell outside, but inside it was warm. You sat on your couch, looking miserably at your unstarted cup of cocoa. Your eyes were red and your nose was runny. But you weren't sick. It was a simple matter, really--someone had just broken your heart, and their bonds to you. Your cellphone still had the text message he had sent you. "I'm breaking up with you. I found someone else who made me very happy last night. We can still be friends, right?"
Outside you could heard a car door slam. You ignored it, trying instead to focus on your misery. A rap on the windo
Get to sleep (Sick!2p!EnglandXReader)Oliver panted in his sleep, cringing when you pressed a damp flannel to his forehead. His face was red and his strawberry blond hair stuck to his forehead in places. Sighing, you felt his temperature again. It hadn’t changed since the previous time, when you’d checked it two hours ago.
“How are you feeling Ollie?” You asked, stroking some of his hair away from his eyes. At first he mumbled something incoherent, coughing when his words stuck in his throat. After you’d helped him regain his breath, he smiled at you and tried to speak again.
“I feel hot.” He managed to stutter between hacking coughs, clutching his sore throat when he panted. “I’ll get you some more medicine, alright?” You told him, pushing him back into the pillows without waiting for him to answer.
Oliver watched you leave the room, smiling weakly. Why were you being so nice to him? He wondered drowsily, his eyes sliding shut against his own will. You were just
Discovering the Pompeiian lovers (ItalyXReader) The Italian heat beat down on your neck and back, almost weighing you down with the rays of the boiling sun. You rubbed your forehead, a trail of dust trickling down your skin now it had been moistened by your sweat. The stuffy gloves you were wearing were stiflingly hot, but you couldn’t do without them.
Sighing in relief when the bell sounded for the break, you gently set down your tools on a grubby piece of cloth after quickly sweeping the dirt from them. The peak of the day, midday in other words, was too hot for anyone to work the way you were without getting sunstroke or being badly dehydrated. So you and your team of archaeologists took a siesta to regain your strength during that time every day.
“And? Find-a anything yet?” You heard a voice say, coming from behind you. As you rubbed a towel around your sweaty neck, you looked over your shoulder and smiled as you saw the bubbly Italian standing over you with a bottle of iced water in hi
A mug of hot chocolate(PrussiaXTransformed!Reader)Your eyes widened. The puff of smoke around you slowly dispersed and you simply stared, wondering why the hell everyone was suddenly much taller than you. "Eh?" You squeaked, jumping at a high-pitched sound coming from your throat. The men's gazes were fixated on you and they twitched when large tears sprung into your eyes."Wh-what's going on?" You asked, your small hands trembling as you frantically looked around you for help.
Gilbert stooped down next to you, his eyes wide as he reached out to touch your face. You flinched when you felt his palm envelop most of your face easily. Hiccupping, you grasped his hand with your both of your own and started crying, being able to guess why your clothes bunched around you loosely.Gilbert picked you up gently, cradling you in his arms as he took a shaky breath. "l'll kill him!!" He screeched, growling as the culprit had already disappeared. "Vhere is he?!! I'll skin him alive!!" He cried, only stopping because both Antonio and Francis wer
Pure pt.5 (Demon PrussiaXReader)“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“And no matter what it is, you’ll answer right?”
“How did you become a demon?”
Gilbert froze, his crimson eyes wide as he processed your question. “Huh?” He blinked in confusion. “How I became a demon?” You nodded enthusiastically, inching closer to him. He shifted back a bit, one of his arms slung across the back of the plush sofa you two were currently sitting on. Soft sunlight sneaked in past the curtains of the library, the comfortable silence roaming past the old bookshelves which were stuffe
Can I have another? (IrelandXReader) RQYou gazed in unconcealed wonder at the spiralling, swirling inscriptions on the ancient slabs of stone, inching along the stone passage at a sluggish pace to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Flynn chuckled at your reaction, glancing to the side every now and then in favour of watching you. He’d seen the place a couple of times before, but the fact that you were with him was distracting him quite a bit.
The way your eyes lit up when you rounded another corner and the way you wiggled as you tried to contain your excitement, all of it made his heart beat faster. He could tell by the way you were fidgeting that you were simply itc
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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