Happy Valentine's Day!
- France x Reader -
[Author's Note: Yes, I know it has been a VERY long while since I have posted anything. I APOLOGIZE SO MUCH to my previous requesters. I have your requests saved on my computer and should be out by tomorrow or the end of the week. I warn you though, they are either sloppy and long/over-detailed or just short-ish. I promise you that I will get them out as quickly as possible! IMMA BEAT THIS PROCRASTINATION TO THE GROUND.
- On another note, I am making this some sort of drabble series, so if you have any suggestions on who I should write about next, please leave your response in the comment section below~! And Happy Valentine's Day to you all! <3 -]
Chocolates. All you could see were chocolates all in heart shaped boxes in a deep color of red. It made you wonder just how much were there. Through the window of a certain someone's home, you could see billions of Valentine's Day chocolate boxes completely shielding the window. You could barely see whatever was inside. This practically broke your heart, considering that you had come to this house in order to confess to your dear friend.
In your hands, you held a bouquet of deep red roses, all adding up to the number eleven. One of them was a fake plastic rose. You had purposely done that for a reason. Because of this man's love of the flower, and the signifigant symbolism behind it, you just had to confess with it. The roses were all yellow with red at the tip. This was because the colors together typically symbolized "falling in love". The flowers were also thornless, symbolizing that not only were you falling in love with said person, but it was also "love at first sight". Lastly, there were eleven roses because it was meant to ensure that the person was deeply and utterly loved.
However, none of that mattered if your "true love" was already taken or already had admirers. Then again, he always had admirers.
Sighing deeply, you thought that you might as well get things over with and just give him the bouquet and leaving. Walking up to the door of his house, you knocked on it as hard as you could. He lived in a large house after all. You would not be very surprised if he did not hear you calling. You had to wait a few moments until the door finally opened, revieling the one person you wished to see most.
You really did not understand why other people kept calling him a pervert and not want to have anything to do with him. He was really sweet! If he did not like how he acted, then the poor Frenchman would have changed. You really admired France for being himself. That was a trait that a large majority of people had yet to master. It was no wonder why you liked the guy.
"Ah, [Name]. Bonjour!" He seemed a bit bewildered with your sudden appearence. He did not seem to see the bouquet yet. "Please come in. I hope you do not mind ze mess."
When you walked into his home, you were astonished by how many flowers, chocolate boxes, and gifts were inside. Just how many people sent him these things? That only made your heart crumble even more.
"Come sit. We can talk over here." You saw him patting a seat next to him on his creamy white couch. In his hand, there was a box of chocolates in it. He was seemingly eating them before you had arrived. Following his request, you moved over to him, careful not to allow your bundle of flowers to be visible to him. However, that was extreamly hard.
Once you had set yourself down, you turned your head slightly to look at Francis. He was very preoccupied with the chocolate he had. "Um... Francis...?"
He 'hmm'-ed in response. Boy, this was going to be hard. If he was so focused on the candy, how would he ever focus on you!?
Now now, [Name]. No need to get impatient. This stuff takes time.
Yes... that was it.
"U-um... er... I only really came here to give you this, s-so... I'll be leaving soon, okay?" You grabbed the bouquet and quickly shoved it into his hands. You could have sworn that you saw the box of chocolates fly to the floor and fall with a light 'thud'.
He stared at the bouquet, startled. He seemed to be processing just what it meant. The Frenchman was looking through the flowers, taking note of the color coating, the stems' current state, and the amount of flowers present.
You were starting to get nervous. If anyone knew flowers better than anyone, it would be
"[N-Name]..." You heard him mutter.
Oh good lord. This was the moment of truth.
"You... does this mean...?"
You looked up at him, directly at his eyes. How you wished to get lost in those eyes for an eternity.
"Y-yes... I-I'm sorry..." You looked away quickly, trying to avoid his gaze.
You felt him grasp your chin gently before slowly returning your gaze over at him. Oh dear lord. That look he was giving you, it could make you melt to the floor. Thankfully you were still sitting on that couch.
"I never said that I did not love you back..."
"B-but I..." You were cut off by his finger being put against your lips.
"Hush now, [Name]..." He caressed your cheek softly before reaching for an already opened chocolate box. Taking hold of one of the small chocolates inside, he quickly put it in your mouth. Throughout all of this, he never once left his gaze from your own, sparkling [e/c] eyes. "With all of this chocolate, I never anyone else to share it with. It iz not very good, but I wonder..." Thus, he placed his soft lips onto yours.
Licking your lips, he was asking for an entrance into your mouth. You complied quickly, opening it slightly as his tongue slowly darted in. Both of your tongues intwined with each other, sharing the piece of smooth and silky milk chocolate that had be placed into your mouth. He was right, it was not as good as the more expensive brands like Hershey's or even Dove, but you really did not care. The fact that you were currently kissing Francis made you think only of him.
When the chocolate was completely melted, the two of you were still tangled in eachothers arms. The kissing had already gotten much more passionate and deep than before that you were completely lost in the moment. When the need for air became too intoxicating, the two of you broke apart, a single transparent trail of saliva being the only thing technically still connecting the two of you. By now, Francis had his arms around your hips and your arms around his neck. Your breathing patterns were eratic as you were struggling to catch your breath.
"F-Francis..." You said breathlessly.
He did not say anything. He only leaned in once more to kiss your lips, then your cheek, later the side of your jaw, and eventually trailed down to your neck. He left sweet butterfly kisses over the side of it. It felt ticklish at first, considering he had quite long hair. It did not really matter though, considering that it was also very soft.
As he continued, you were gasping lightly at his actions. He was certainly getting dangerously close to your soft spot. Once he finally found it, you gasped out loudly, signaling that he had reached it. At that, he bit down lightly, making you moan slightly. He really knew what he was doing.
You obeyed, letting him continue to nip at your soft spot.
"Hush [Name]... I know..." You mewled when he blew lightly on the place that he had been nipping at. You squirmed in his grasp, but he held onto you tightly.
Moving his head back, he admired his handywork before setting his lips onto yours again. You kissed back, trying to get as close to him as you could. You could feel yourself overflowing with strong emotions, but then you realized that he must have been doing this with a large majority of other girls. Maybe he did not love you as much as you had hoped.
Pulling away, you began to tear up at the thought.
Seeing this, Francis raised his hand to wipe away any of the teardrops you had shed.
"F-Francis... You don't have to do this... G-go back to your other girls... You don't love me..." You hiccuped. There was no way he could be doing this for the sole reason of loving you.
"[Name]... [Name], listen to me." He grasped both sides of your head gently before pressing his lips onto yours again and again. "Don't you ever say that... of course I love you... I love your smile, I love your face..."
He paused before continuing.
"I love the way that you always laugh when times are grim... how you always seem to brighten up almost anyones' day, even for a short moment. You are lovely, [Name]... Je T'aime... Je T'aime, ma fleur."
You smiled slightly at his confession, simply kissing him back.
As the two of you soon melted in eachothers arms, there was no doubt in either of your minds that you two were going to have a sweet relationship together.
~ Happy Valentine's Day ~