France X Reader: Please Forgive Me by Ississ-Perok, literature
Literature
France X Reader: Please Forgive Me
“_____.”
“No.”
“_____.”
“No.”
“_____!!!!”
You stopped walking and turned to face your boyfriend. His blonde hair swayed slightly due to the light breeze. His ocean blue eyes stared right at you with a tint of concern.
“What’s wrong?” He asked
Francis stepped closer to you and cupped your cheek. You avoided his gaze and looked down. He heard him sigh and he dropped his hand.
“Is someone bothering you?”
“No.” You reply, “Everything is fine.”
He pulled you into a hug and tried to comfort you. But truth be told, you didn’
France x Reader - rain days, sleep days by pumpkin-milk, literature
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France x Reader - rain days, sleep days
It starts with one drop patterning against the window. Then another. More quickly fall to create rain.
Inside, lay a couple sound asleep in their shared bed. Their hushed breaths fill the room. The house is silent otherwise. Francis makes the first move.
You awake to the mattress sinking beneath you. You feel the weight of his head on your stomach. You open your eyes- your sight exposed to the dim lighting. You don't want to move, warm and cozy in the blankets.
Francis' locks are tangled across your chest. He moves up closer to you, so that is head is resting on chest. You hug him close and wrap your legs around his waist.
The wrinkled she
.:Latch:. France X Reader by QueenKawaiiness, literature
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.:Latch:. France X Reader
Latch
Francis watched as the (h/c) girl beside him slept silently, curled up in the warmth of his strong arms. Various articles of clothing scattered the floor, having been tossed there the night before.
Francis loved moments like this; he loved watching ______ sleep. She looked so peaceful and fragile, like the lightest touch could shatter to pieces.
______'s eyes suddenly flicked open, looking up into Francis's azure eyes. A delighted smile appeared on Francis’s face as he gazed into pools of bright (e/c).
"Bonjour, mon doux [1]." He said softly, pecking ______ lightly on the forehead.
"Morning." ______ respo
France x Reader - Sleepy Affections by AProudHetalian, literature
Literature
France x Reader - Sleepy Affections
If there was one thing Francis Bonnefoy loved more than the world, it definitely had to be you.
And also the fact that you were just too cute when you got drowsy.
“You don’t have to stay awake with me, mon amour,” Francis spoke, his voice so gentle you could’ve sworn it was trying to coax you to sleep. “I’ll be finished with all this paperwork soon. Get some rest before me, oui?”
“But…” A yawn broke through your voice, effectively cutting off your sentence. “…I don’t want you to be lonely…”
His heart swelled at your words, a warm smile touching his l
I'm In Love With a Frog - France x Reader by amayashi418, literature
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I'm In Love With a Frog - France x Reader
You smiled happily as the sun shone through the leaves of the giant elder tree, casting beautiful little specks of light to fall over your skin. You placed your book down for just a moment to appreciate how beautiful nature was. The air was filled with the smell of fresh roses, monarch butterflies fluttered elegantly about, and the weather was neither too hot or cold. Everything right now felt so perfect, so in tune and harmonious. Your older brother's garden had to be your most favorite place in the world right now.
In the distance, a male voice hummed a light tune happily. You became so drawn to the voice that you forgot all about the musi
France X Reader : Fever by Artsysinger42, literature
Literature
France X Reader : Fever
FranceXReaderXLittle!Canada: Fever
‘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 majo