Request: True Love France X Reader

“No it doesn’t!” You laughed as you walked with your boyfriend, Francis, through the streets of Paris.  It was a gorgeous morning and he’d asked if you wanted to do a little sightseeing, how could you refuse? The both of you were dressed casually.  You with your favorite blouse and jeans, and Francis with a simple V-neck sweater like shirt, and jeans as well.
“Of course it does, mon amour! True love exists!” He laughed along, though he was completely serious.  You weren’t one to believe in those disney princess themes because it just wasn’t realistic.  Francis was trying to convince you that the concept existed, but you weren’t buying it.
“Don’t you think the whole idea is a bit, I don’t know, childish, cliche?” You asked gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings about it, but refusing to let him believe is crap like that.  He looked at you with his wide blue eyes, his blonde hair blowing backwards in the slight breeze.
“Children believe in it, yes, but we adults make it come true.  And it’s not cliche, mon cherie.” He faked an adorable small pout and you giggled.  As you walked passed a rose bush he carefully plucked the most luscious flower and handed it to you.
“Merci.” You mockingly curtsied and sniffed the fresh floral scent.  Francis held your hand and you happily walked passed the tourists and the mimes, and all those amazing street painters.
“But true love really does exist.” He started up again, and you burst out laughing, slapping him gently and playfully on the arm.
“Fine, let’s make a deal. Prove to me that true love exists, and I will never argue with you again.” You smiled, and stood on your toes to give your boyfriend a quick kiss.  He smiled, accepting the challenge, and draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body.  As you walked through a little park area, he pointed out two blue birds in a tree, building a nest, and happily chirping as they worked.
“See those birds, mon amour? They’re like newly weds, building a ‘ouse for the upcoming children.  They’re singing about ‘ow much they love each other.” He said, and you let out a small snicker.
“Francis, you don’t know what those birds are saying to one another.  For all we know they could be fighting for their divorce rights, and throwing sticks at each other instead of making a nest.” You countered his point, and he rolled his eye, a breathtaking smirk on his face.  A little bit later he pointed out a wedding couple running happily to the limo, waiting for them on the streets.
“Look ‘ow happy they are.  They must have deeply loved each other to decide to spend the rest of their lives with each other.” He said, dreamily.  You looked at the couple and back at your boyfriend.
“Or.....the whole thing could be an act and they were actually ordered by their parents to marry one another, though deep inside they loath their new partner.” You stated, purely to get on his nerves because you knew that that was truthful happiness.  But Francis had never gotten irritated with your pessimism, in fact he soaked it in and left a smile on his face.  One of the many reasons why you loved him.  As you expected he just chuckled softly and kissed you on the forehead.
“You’re a tough one, mon cherie.” He joked, and you smiled proudly.

Time Skip (hours later)....

It was sunset, and Francis took you to the top of the Eiffel Tower.  The place was deserted, for everyone else had come earlier that morning.  Your boyfriend had given you all sorts of examples, proof that would make anyone believe that true love existed, but you still refused to buy it.  Francis became a little sadder every time you contradicted his point with something that had to do with ruining relationships or marriages, but he tried to hide it with a smile.  You noticed of course, how could you not? His perfect features had started to become dull and gray.  You both leaned on the railing, watching the sunset from afar, your head rested partially on his shoulder.
“Okay, one last example, mon amour.  And, if after that, you still won’t buy it, then I will give up completely, and never bring up true love again.” Francis promised and you stood straight to look at him, your (e/c) filled with curiosity.  He got down on one knee and pulled out a diamond ring.  It was a simple silver band with a little stones embedded on either side of a fairly large diamond shaped like a heart.  A blush crossed your face, and tears threatened to fall from your eyes.
“_______, I’ve dated a lot of women-” He started and you stopped him.
“That’s not how you start a proposal.” You joked and he shushed you with a small chuckle and continued.
“But none of them, ever made me feel the way that you do.  You’re brilliant, and beautiful, and kind, and dark humored, which for some reason I adore.” You giggled, making his face light up a little more.
“And you’re my life, my light, my joy.  I can’t live without you, _______.  Je t'aime, truly.  As much as a man could love a woman.  The love I have for you is as fairytale true as it can get.  And so I’m asking you, if you’ll marry me.” Francis smiled, and you started to tear up.  His words were recited like a poem, his accent making them sound like a beautiful melody.  You nodded slightly, and then furiously before throwing your arms around your fiance’s neck in a hug.  You both fell to the floor, Francis wrapped his arms around you, letting you rest on top of his body.  The tears that you shed were soaked into his sweater.
“God, yes, a gazillion times yes! I believe you, you’ve convinced me.  True love exists, I love you, I love you.” You cried before giving him a passionate kiss.  As he held you, Francis carefully slid the ring on your finger and knotted his fingers between yours.  Unexpectedly, his other hand cleverly slid dangerously below your waist.  You felt it and pulled away from the kiss.
“Francis, I don’t think-”
“Ah, ah, ah.  No arguments, mon amour.  That was the deal.” He reminded you with a smirk.  You smiled, and looked around.  There was no one else, but the two of you.  Plus, you couldn’t break a deal with your new fiance.