hey hi! Can you do yandere hetalia France x gn reader who's like Nikolai gogol from bsd? Headcanons plz. Thanks ^o^
OOH! This is a cool first request! I'm interested :) thanks for requesting ~ Francis and Nikolai are actually some of my favorite characters! Anyway, order up!
|| yandere!Francis Bonnefoy x G/N ! Nikolai Gogol-like! Reader ||
|| Contains: potentially inaccurate depictions of French pet names (I do not speak French), doting Francis (we love to see it),, stalking,, Francis lowkey spiraling,, lightly suggestive material (because c'mon, it's Francis),, a reader that definitely matches yan!Francis' freak,, a bit soft at the end!?,, Francis spoiling you rotten,,and reader who is most certainly a curious critter (so much so that it pushes Francis beyond his limit) + one (1) goofy Arthur Kirkland cameo ||
☆ Why, what a bundle of laughs you were! That was the first thing that caught his interest about you. He hadn't seen anything like it.
☆ ...well, he has, though it was more exclusive to those days he first came around. He hadn't seen anything like it since the fools back in the 1500s, 1600s... How remarkable!
☆ But those fools usually had the ugliest mugs and melancholy miens. You, on the other hand, were positively stunning to him, with a certain...je nais se quois to boot. That just drew him in further.
☆ And when you to finally got to spend time together for the first time, well, you never seemed to stop talking. It was a bit odd to him--he was used to talking and talking without anyone challenging his dominance in the conversation, but...well, he couldn't help but listen to you.
☆ Your ramblings seemed to be endless, and you always managed to surprise him. One minute you were absentmindedly remarking about the state of the weather, and the next you were animatedly raving about your adoration of birds...
☆ You were clingy, too. You'd embrace him like you were old friends every time you met, excitedly greeting him, holding both of his hands in your own as you told him of the latest happenings of your life...
☆ ...you know, you were prettiest when you talked.
☆ It wasn't long before he turned on the charm. The usual smile, the coy touches, quiet compliments in the language of love... Flirting was his speciality, and he knew it. Though you always responded in ways that continued to perplex him.
☆ "Oh, Francis! You make me blush ~ ! I have you know today's outfit took a loooong time to put together! Say, you don't happen to own a brooch like this, do you? I do! I got it from--ah, why would I tell you! It's more fun when you get to guess~"
☆ You...baffled him, to say the least. He couldn't tell if you were actually responding to his advances or if you were just plain too oblivious to notice. Or worse yet; ignoring them altogether.
☆ The idea of you ignoring them made his blood boil.
☆ You may have started to notice how he started to excuse himself during conversations, notably almost every time that he complimented you and you changed the subject--each time he put on a charming grin, called you some French pet name you may or may have understood, and scampered away to the bathroom to grip the sink like some adult drama protagonist who was caught in a gunfight and cheer himself up.
☆ "ALRIGHT, MON AMOR! You've done it before, you can do it again...why must it be so difficult!? I'm right as rain! Yes...yes I am!"
☆ He didn't really take into account how you may have been able to hear him from the other room...
☆ Either way, the more time went on, the more he started to excuse himself during your interactions. Eventually he'd stop chickening out and start laying on the compliments even thicker.
☆ "Oh, your eyes are like the sea at sunset, mon ange...such beautiful lips, such wonderful words that fall from them..."
☆ He had started doting over you. And clearly, you were starting to get the message.
☆ Good...good, it was working! That must mean he must continue like this! Doting...you MUST know how he loves you!
☆ You'd start getting roses at your doorstep, then pastries, then glass birds...all of which with gift tags or letters that were directly stated from Francis himself.
☆ That begged the question of how he even got to know your address in the first place.
☆ Speaking of which, how did he happen to know that this was your favorite dessert? You never told him...did you?
☆ You were just eating it last week in your favorite cafe...
☆ Come to think of it, you texted him while you were in there and heard someone else's phone buzz almost as soon as you sent the message... you chose not to think of it much then, though it definitely was whirling around in your mind for a while. Now you'll kept on alert.
☆ The gifts only increased in number and frequency as time went on. At first it was just a Bouquet of flowers a week, but then it became a new gift every single morning or evening. You were an attentive soul, but you couldn't fathom how Francis was able to get all those gifts to you...
☆ You couldn't help but giggle a little bit about it.
☆ Meanwhile, he was obsessed with you.
☆ He wasn't really sure how it happened. It started with the usual feelings he felt when he was in love--something he had experienced many, many times over the course of his long life--but the more he got to know you, the more he found it hard to crack you. Harder to flirt with than you looked and a paradoxical mind he couldn't find a way to hack into so he could get to your heart.
☆ So he had started stalking you. He's done it before, he can do it again. He's got all the time in the world for it, why not? He watches you as you left the house every morning, he watches you move from place to place, he watches you...move...merde, you were lovely.
☆ Soon enough he had memorized your routines, the places you've frequented the most, your favorite pasttimes...
☆ It was all laid out in a series of notes he had made in his room, all written in pompous cursive that grew more harried and almost crazed over time.
☆ When you meet in person now, he'd suggest going out drinking more often. Not only does love come easier under the haze of alcohol, though he can hear much more from you, as you somehow managed to be even more talkative when you were drunk--and even clingier.
☆ He himself was a bit scared by his behavior. You had him wrapped around your finger...putain! You were supposed to wrapped around his finger! It was supposed to be the other way around! But alas... things were just not meant to that way. He was positively losing it over you and those strange, strange ways you went about things.
☆ "ARHUR, I NEED HELP." "...oh, so were finally figuring it out, now?" "ARTHUR! I MEANT I NEED SPIES!!!"
☆ That was it. He had to do something about this.
☆ And thus, one Friday evening, you were strolling home, a bright smile on your face, only to swept away into a nearby alley.
☆ You instinctively started to scream, though a familiarly rough, albeit manicured hand had covered your mouth, muffling the sound.
☆ "Easy, easy, easyyy mon amour, it's only me ~ !"
☆ You feel warm, delicate lips pressed against your forehead. You tremble, but Francis' other hand threads through your hair.
☆ "Finally, finally, ma columbe, I have you all to myself..."
☆ As he pressed a kiss to your cheek, he was surprised to feel a smile quirking at your lips behind his palm. And another one of your trademark laughs.
☆ Francis' face filled with crimson as he ripped both of his hands away, holding both of them to his chest, sapphire eyes wide in shock.
☆ Francis really has a difficult time turning on that charm of his when he's dumb in love...
☆ "mo-mon crevette! I! Ah...what's with the face...?"
☆ "Weeell, I like it when you kiss me!"
☆ Francis blushes harder than he would like to admit.
☆ It's funny, because you knew he'd do that. And you also knew he'd probably come along tonight-- it was a bit of a surprise that it was this way, though surprises were fun to you, no?
☆ You started talking about how you had a feeling he was watching you for weeks as you held the side of his face and talked and talked, and halfway through Francis caught you in a very hungry kiss on the lips.
☆ Thankfully, you reciprocated.
☆ Francis was satisfied. Finally, he had you. Though, weirdly he found himself no less obsessed... it wasn't going away. Dammit...
☆ Maybe he should take you home and keep you there. Maybe that would help.
☆ Oh, wait now, your tongue was in his mouth--he couldn't possibly think now. All he could focus on was you, now. You laughed between kisses; my, you're excited, aren't you?
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