FranceXReader: Fallen RosesFranceXReader: Fallen Roses by OtterxSorrel
Walking down the hall to your locker, you sighed as you noticed a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes walked over. You pretended not to see him at first. You opened up your locker and started to get your things together to go home. Luckily, at least to you anyway, you left before he reachced you, but unfortunately ran into him again a few minutes later.
The Frenchman gave you a grin and slung his arm around your shoulders. "Bonjour, mon petite fluer.", he said. You shrugged off his arm. "Francis, I told you not to call me that and leave me alone!" You stomped away, leaving behind a hurt looking Frenchman. What you didn't notice was the single red rose that fell from his hand.
Once home, you ignored your brother, Gilbert, asking you what was wrong, and went straight to your room. You slammed your door shut behind yourself, tossing your bookbag on the floor, you flopped down on your bed face first.
Groaning, you slowly rolled onto your back and stared up at the ceiling. "What's wrong with
The Fall of France (FrancexReader) “Le quatorze juin 1940.”The Fall of France (FrancexReader) by PrincessAutumnArcher
You turned around, half-inquiringly, to look at the weary owner of the voice that had just announced the date (and added a year that had passed long, long ago). Your gaze met a hollow, shadowed pair of downcast azure eyes, the irises of which lacked their usual definitive lustre and spirit as the owner cast his gaze away to the small square on the wall. Stepping away from the calendar on the wall, you stretched a comforting hand out to Francis, but he flinched away well before your fingertips reached him.
You let your hand drop as you stood there, searching the shell before you for any sign of the man you once knew, but no such salvation met your eyes; Francis’s dejected gaze remained dull and broken, his golden hair mussed and his clothes wrinkled to the point that his slept-in dress shirt resembled a crumpled sheet of paper. You couldn’t help b
Valentine's Day Proposal [France x Reader]Valentine's Day Proposal [France x Reader] by TFIOSfangirl
It was a calm, beautiful sunset here in Paris, France on Valentine's Day. I was at my balcony of my fancy apartment, holding on to the railings and breathing in the fresh air. From my view, I could see the birds flying near the Eiffel Tower and the sunset shining behind the Eiffel Tower. The calm wind also blew my hair to the right side of my face. After enjoying my view, I went back inside.
My cell phone rang. Who called? I wondered. I followed the sound of my phone ringing into my bedroom and picked it up.
"Bonjour, mon amour! Happy Valentine's Day!" a voice with a French accent said through my phone. It was my longtime romantic boyfriend, Francis Bonnefoy. We've been dating for nine years-ever since we were in high school. We were childhood friends and we both liked each other over the years until eventually, at age seventeen, we started to date. We went to the prom together, we would go for walks around Paris, he would take me out to f
Park Swings- Shizaya
Shizuo sat, very pissed, on the slide at the new playground. Izaya and him had been assigned to community service for once again destroying the city. There service was to watch over the little kids in the park and make sure that noone touched them. It was 9 am and noone was there yet.
"Can i just kill you and go home?" Shizuo asked Izaya as he finally showed up.
"Now Shizu-chan what would be the fun in that?" he smirked
"Killing you sounds pretty damn fun" Shizuo sighed.
"We have this whole park to ourselves!" Izaya smiled as he spun around.
"Yippie" Shizuo muttered sarcastically.
"Awww you look so sad Shizu-chan~ Want a kiss?"
"What the hell did you just say?!" Shizuo said as he glared up at him. Did he just say he wanted to kiss him?!?!?!!?
"I asked if you..." he paused to move in closer, severely close to his ear and whispered "wanted a kiss"
Every instinct in his body told him to punch him...in the face...as hard as he could. Excpt two little voices.
If you punch him you'll jus