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BTLG- Because He Cares -2p France x Reader

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“Fuuuuuuu”

 

*Meow*

You felt a slight pressure on your arm. “Wha-?” Your [e/c] orbs flickered open as you saw a black cat pawing your face.

*Meow meeeeeow*

When you smiled and said, “Hey little kitty~” The cat’s head cocked to the side. “How are you, cutie?” The cat narrowed its eyes. Undeterred from this obvious sign of dislike, you sat up and reached out to pet it.

The cat hissed and screeched. *Reeeeooww!* Then in a blur of motion it scratched your hand. “OW!”

The cat leapt away from you but its mouth was contorted weirdly; like it was…smirking?

“Well thank you for the scratch you-you pussycat!!” The scratch immediately turned purple and rush of dizziness hit you like a ton of cement. “N-Nuh.”

‘Damn cat’ Your sitting position was wavering that you were now supporting yourself with your elbows. ‘Ugh where the heck am I anyway?’ You vaguely looked to your surroundings. You seemed to be in the back of some building- no more like an alley.

To your right, you heard some people getting into a fight then to your left you heard strange sounds like moans.

What you didn’t know was that to your right was a bar and to your left was a brothel.

The darkness of sleep beckoned you to give in. But you didn’t want to. It just felt wrong… this sleep was wrong…hell everything up to this point was wrong.

‘My wish…the mirror lied.’ The tips of your eyes felt moisture.

*Mew*

In shock you snapped your head up to see the accursed cat a few feet from you. Its mouth had a devilish smirk, “Oh helpless ________~”

You stared at the cat in shock. “What the hell!? You can talk!?” (This reminds me of Sailor Moon lol)

The cat laughed, “Oh yes. Actually I can do many other things but I won’t burden your tiny brain with it.”

You got angry. “For a pussycat you sure talk big.”

Your comeback stung the cat’s ego. It hissed, “I wouldn’t go taunting things you don’t understand.”

With little strength you had left, you sat up straight, “Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Because little ______...” The cat’s neon yellow eyes turned black from lid to lid. “You won’t remember your past life in a matter of time.”

The comment pierced through your head. ‘You won’t remember your past life in a matter of time.’ Stuttering you asked, “W-What is that supposed to mean?”

The cat ignored your question. “You figure it out” Stopping to think it added, “Oh and I’ll make sure you end up in harm’s way~” Wagging its tail it turned away from you and caught the attention of a passerby.

EEEK! It’s a black cat! Get that f*cking thing away from me!” The prostitute screamed.

The man next to her laughed and threw a bottle at it. The cat, still smiling, dodged it gracefully. Soon many people started crowding around to try to throw a bottle at the cat.

Thankfully you were in the protection of the dark shadows the building created. From this angle, no one could see you and your weakening form. Unfortunately, your body was starting to become numb that it was getting harder and harder to dodge the bottles unknowingly thrown at you.

The cat looked back to you grinning while still avoiding the sharp glass fragments scattered everywhere.

Finally a bottle crashed beside your legs and a few fragments scratched you. “Gah!”

A man turned to a prostitute and asked, “Hey did you hear that?”

Upon the said man’s question, a bottle finally hit you. *Bonk!* You didn’t even have a chance to see where it came from; only that it made your headache into migraine. “Ah!”

“Oi there is a girl over there!” another man yelled.

A rather old guy came up to you and looked to the marks on you. He saw an almost unconscious girl in the mist of broken wine bottles; the natural thing would have been to help her but no he automatically assumed she was one of the brothel’s whores. “Strange clothes for a whore…and she looks pretty…but she looks like Francois type” He turned around. “Eh Francois!”

2p France who was passing by coincidentally near the crowd gave him a heated glare before coming over. “Wat do you want?” He gave another puff to his cigarette.

The man asked 2p France if this was his whore. Though he refused to show it, Francois was pretty shocked to see you. ‘So dzis iz the jeune fille who has been bodzering me in my dreams’.

France’s bored expression looked to your mostly lidded eyes.

Faintly conscious, you barely registered who you were looking at. Faintly smiling, you whispered, “Francois,” and your head drooped.

France was suspicious. ‘She knows me; so my dreams weren’t only dreams?…ugh wy do I care? Dzat’s right I don’t.’

The man nodded his head like he found his explanation. “Aha! I knew it! I knew she belonged to you, but why is she out here? Shouldn’t you both be…” The man wiggled his eyebrows.

France looked to him unamused. He knew this man well because he was one of the men who slept with the head mistress at the brothel. Personally this guy annoyed the hell out of him, but since the man was one of the lovers of the mistress to the brothel he goes to, he didn’t hit him for fear she would ban him…for now.

Francois shrugged and puffed his cigarette again.

The man laughed and slapped him on the back. “Well-" He picked you up and handed you to France, which made him drop his cigarette. France gave him a look that spelled ‘Bloody Murder’. “-Here she is.” The irritating man looked to you. “You know you should treat a girl to some drinks before leaving her outside…are you sure she’s yours? What I wouldn’t give to have one night with her~”

In the background, the black cat snickered and melted with the shadows. The crowd looked around bewildered. “Hey where did that cat go?” a prostitute said.

Francois, in the meantime, hoisted you up from his arms to his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He didn’t particularly care where he got his sex from so long as he got some.

“Yeah sure watever; she’s mine.”

The other man pouted. “Fine, but you better return her back, Francy~!”

France readjusted your weight on his shoulder. ‘Ah f*ck it.’ He hit the man square in the jaw, and the man fell crying. He then flipped the man off and cursed with every word he could muster.

He looked up to your posterior, gave it a pat, and took you to his house.

 

~~~~~~Timeskip Of 2p France Practically Nude and Drinking Wine…Sexily…~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

He finally made it to his house and went up the stairs.

When he reached his bedroom, he didn’t even let you down gently. Nope. He carelessly threw you on the bed.

He took off his deep violet jacket to reveal a bright purple shirt underneath. Crawling onto the bed, he raised your body to his.

You plump lips were parted and an angry bruise on the side of your forehead from where the bottle hit was starting to form. He looked at it and shrugged. ‘Meh it will heal’.

A flashback to you smiling in one of his dreams poured onto him like a bucket of freezing water.

He flinched. ‘Non! Leave you goddamn dreams!’

He grabbed your head and kissed your lips. He was determined not to feel any emotions. He lived by lust not love.

Francois wanted to be pleasured. He enjoyed how your lips perfectly melded around his. Of course you were still unconscious, but the desire to take advantage of you didn’t propel him forward.

Stopping to the look of innocence on your face bothered him. ‘Why can’t I do dzis?’ he thought frustrated. ‘She iz no different than any other woman I ‘ave encountered before…’

Another flashback from one of his numerous dreams (about you before he even met you) filled his mind.


The girl was squeezing his cheeks and she was laughing.

Instead of insulting her, he surprised himself by laughing as well. ‘Is this how I was supposed to be before the wars,’ He thought, ‘Happy?’ All of his anger and lust melted away. Talking to you he said, “Mon cherie wy must you be so silly?”

She giggled. “Because you make me silly~!” He smiled. Then a look of seriousness overtook her. “Francois?”

“Oui?”

“You do know that one day a girl- me- will come to you for real, right?”

His dream self was so happy that he didn’t understand what she said. “Wat?”

“You do know one day you will fall in love whether you like it or not-”


Snapping from the memory, he got angered. ‘I will never fall in love! Stupid wench! I won’t fall for it’

He forced himself to try to take off your blouse but…he just couldn’t. It was as if an imaginary force field protected you from his lust, and instead radiated warmth and all-encompassing love.

He became enraged. ‘Wat makes ‘er so special!? Wy is she making me feel dzis way! I aven’t felt any real emotion for centuries except orgasmic release!’

He grabbed your [f/c] tanktop and brought you closer to him. He felt like a wanted to hit you but instead screamed in frustration.

In that exact moment your eyes fluttered open. “Hm hmmm?”

Your eyes contacted his. A jolt of warm heat flashed between you. It was the type of heat that happened before you fell in love with someone.

And this scared Francois half to death.

In fear and disgust with this “weak” feeling, he got off of you and went to the other side of the room.

You blinked. ‘Wha-? What just happened?’ You looked to Francois again then blushed remembering the compromising position you were previously in with the Frenchman.

‘Oh God! What did he do to me?!’ You looked down. ‘Hmm nothing looks out of place.’ You touched your lips. ‘…but my lips feel hot? And slightly sticky.’

Still trying to piece the puzzle together, you looked to him.

Francois Bonnefoy. He was currently sulking. You caught a glimpse of his lilac orchid eyes. They didn’t seem as dull as fanfictions depicted, but more like he had seen more than his fair share of death and sadness. Untidy champagne-colored hair cascaded down his face lightly brushing his five o’ clock shadow.

A whiff of smoke filled your nostrils causing you to sneeze. Woken from your trance, you saw Francois lighting a cigarette. He then turned to you and his eyes narrowed.

‘Jesus if I didn’t know any better the cat and him would make great friends.’ you thought.

Seeing as he wasn’t going to talk anytime soon, you pathetically said the first thing that came to mind.

“My name is _-____!” You quickly waved. “…And you are?” You waited till he said his name, moments passed when you thought he was a mute until he spoke up.

“You already know my name.” Smoke came out from his mouth.

You sweatdropped. “Uh excuse me?”

He rolled his eyes while his expression remained neutral. “You said it before you fainted.”

“…well then” What could you say to that? Say, ‘Hey sorry I know you from the internet and somehow crossed inter-dimensional boundaries through a mirror. Wait where was that mirror?’ Cringing you asked him the unmentionable question: “Do you want to know how I know you?”

He shrugged not the least bit interested. “From a dream?”

“A dream?” you repeated. “No I don’t think so…though I had some dreams about- nevermind” You rubbed your hand with the scratch. To your surprise, the deep scratch was now a bright pink line across your thumb to your wrist. ‘Weird. It’s disappearing.’

“You ‘ave a bruise on your forehead”

“Huh?” A small throb started to hit your head but not as bad as it was before. “Oh yeah…I got hit on the head.”

Francois was turning to leave to get away from you. He didn’t like the tightening feeling in his chest. ‘I’m probably having a heart attack because of this clueless girl.’

“Wait!”

He stopped walking.

“Don’t go.” A pause. “Did you save me?”

He barely turned enough to meet your eyes. Replying “I dzought you were a prostitute”, he turned away. Blowing his smoke he added, “Ugh Im hungry,” and shuffled away.

You were speechless while you mentally smirked, ‘Well that explains why I was on the bed..’

 

~~~~~~Timeskip Of Francois Locking Your Wrists Behind Your Back and Touching You…Everywhere~~~~~

 

After examining the violet bruise on your head, you took off your pony and let your hair loose. You then put your [second f/c] ponytail on your wrist. Adjusting your hair so that the bruise was hidden, you smiled to yourself in the mirror.

Your clothes didn’t look half bad. In fact if you smoothed out the creases and took off the glass fragments, you looked pretty decent. From the medic cabinet, you took out some bandages and applied it to your shallow wounds on your legs.

“There~!” You finished putting on the last bandage. “All done!”

You stepped out from the bathroom connected to his bedroom.

Taking a moment to yourself, you examined his room. Honestly for a lazy person, his clothes didn’t seem to be everywhere but instead piled to a corner. You turned your head to the muddled purple bedcovers you and France were once laying in. Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you turned away only to come face to face with his country’s flag hanging on his door faintly stained with wine.

“I wonder where that stain came from.” you muttered sarcastically. The strong stench of cigarette smoke in his room was getting nauseating, so you opened a window. “There that’s better.” Then relieved the stench faded away rapidly, you went out the bedroom door to go downstairs.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you saw Francois already eating with a cup of wine in his hand.

You pulled a plate for yourself. ‘I wonder if he would angry I’m going to eat his food? Err well I guess I will find out soon.’ You grabbed some of the French cuisine. Sitting down next to him, you asked, “You mind?”

From the corner of his eye he looked at you then shrugged.

In an attempt to make conversation you asked, “Sooo, what is this? Did you make this?”

He sighed. “Its Crêpes Suzette.”

You waited for him to finish the sentence. He didn’t. ‘Ok then.’

“You know this is great!”

He nodded. “Yeah because it’s French not one of dzose other f*cking cuisines.”

Wow, he was really patriotic. “Uh yeah.. sure.” You got a feeling that you should stay quiet. You ate while he watched some French news sipping wine.

You swallowed your last bite of your meal as you stared at him.

Francois winced. He felt you staring but he pretended that it didn’t bother him.

But that was a lie. It did bother him because each and everytime he looked at you, those sickeningly amazing dreams popped into his head.


*Another flashback commences!*

______ was hugging the Francois tightly and kissing his cheek.

She pulled back and giggled.

“Wat?” He enjoyed her laugh. All the bad things from his past, the death and destruction, were wiped away from that melodic sound. He was blissful.

“You know it’s going to be interesting when we finally meet” She looked up to him with doleful eyes and a pleasant heat passed through him unlike the sharp passion from lust.

“Really? ‘ow so?” He felt content unlike his usual gloomy self.

“Well for the most part, you are going to be freaked that you care for me-” She stopped.

“Go on” he urged her. He felt he needed to know.

Hesitantly she continued. Like what she about to say was a heavily-guarded secret. “-And then sometime later you are going to realize that actually you love me.” She paused. “You do love me right, Francois?”

*Flashback end*


“Francois?”

“Non! I don’t!!” he bellowed. Sweat glistened his forehead; he was gripping the glass tightly that it threatened to crack.

You pulled back bewildered. “Are you okay?”

He looked at you. ‘Damn fille.’ He stood up from his chair to walk away.

You grabbed his arm. He growled. “Off. Me. Now.”

He pulled his arm unknowingly bringing you closer to him. Your body was now pressed up close to his. He stiffened and was about to strike you.

Taking advantage of the situation, you hastily kissed his cheek and said, “Thank you, Franky for saving me even though you won’t admit it…you really do care.”

Making the smart move and stepping away from him, he replied “Tch” and walked away.

He went outside. He could not- would not- have you near him. The emotions were too strong. Maybe if he threw you away, he would feel better.

But that was a lie because no matter how hard he tried, those dreams reminded him that he did in fact care for you.

He didn’t want to think about that other L-word. He didn’t believe it existed. He wasn’t the romantic type. But slowly the shattered pieces of his mending heart will eventually let him consider it.

He sipped his wine and stayed outside the house for a long time.

 

~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip Of A Black Cat Perched On A Moonlit Tree With Eyes Gleaming~~~~~~~~~

 

You, on the other hand, went back to his room to sleep. You figured since he was most likely pissed off you even touched him without his permission, might as well get some shut eye. (yes because sleeping in his room would not piss him off more. Hehe)

A fresh breeze of cold air swooshed into the room. You shivered. ‘Brr! Where did that come from?’ Then you remembered. ‘Oh yeah I opened the window.’

As you reached to close it, you saw Francois below you bathed in silver moonlight and sighed.

‘You know when he doesn’t look gloomy; he actually looks like a prince’.

You yearned to touch his soft platinum hair. You could have sworn you saw him look at you but you just thought it was just your imagination. Whispering, “Goodnight”, you closed the window.

Feeling the cold seep into your pores, you climbed into bed and bit your lip. ‘Today was…wow. Francois is just how I imagined how he would be, though I could promise something was different about him…’

You squealed. ‘He kissed me earlier didn’t he?! And now I returned the favor!’ You blushed as you brought your thumb to your mouth.

‘The mirror really made my wish come true! But I also feel I am… forgetting many things…’

You remembered that you were slowly forgetting your old life and the people you knew, and more importantly, your parents you left behind in your dimension.

Now all that clouded your mind was “Why am I forgetting them?...”


“…And how do I get back home?”

Warning: Slight cussing and/or rude thoughts and... THE FEELS TRAIN THAT RUNS OVER YOUR HEART AND BACK! Waaaah! 

Readers I know his personality is supposed to be indifferent and hatred  to and from everyone but I feel like this guy is often misunderstood. I mean look he is based on the wars initiated in France and heck France even got invaded by Germany (hehe). So I wanted to give a softer light to this man while trying to keep his "I don't care" mood intact. (Plus its just sad he is so unpopular *shakes head*)

PLEASE comment if I did good or bad! Or give moral support! Thank you and stay awesome!

P.S. This isn't the start of 2p Week but just a taste. Wink/Razz 

I own the fluff and plot to this story but that's it! The picture was originally created by ChibiLOL! (Note: I used Photoshop to make the smoke and tendrils around him. Also, I made him smile [it actually looks like a smirk lol])

You as always and forever belong to you (nope this guy owns ya)

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