Object of My Affection: 2pFrancex2p!Stalker!Reader

The Object of My Affection
Warning: Cursing, implied abuse, sex hinted and mentioned, and stalking.

“I don’t think Oliver is ‘ere right now.” Said Francois.

“I smell his cupcakes. Oliver has to be inside. You’re my best friend, please let me in!” You begged. “Why can you come in, but I can’t! Please, Francois! Please, let me into his house!”

“I’m at Oliver’s house to prevent you from doing anything foolish.” Francois mumbled and patted your head.

From the kitchen, Oliver heard you. He panicked and put down the cupcake he was decorating. The nearest exit was a window.

“Oliver is...” Francois looked over his shoulder and saw Oliver climbing out of the window. “Oliver just left.”

“You’re lying!” You shouted and wiped your tears away. “Just tell Oliver that I want to see him. I’ll come back in a few hours to see him again.”

Francois grunted and slammed the door in your face. You cried harder and ran off to your moped.

You fell in love with Oliver the first moment you saw him. It was a simple rainy day in August when you sat down in his bakery for the first time. No one was ever that nice to you without a hidden motive, and a foreign feeling of love crept into your heart and stayed. However, Oliver only saw you as a creepy stalker that wouldn’t leave him alone. Oliver did have a good reason to be weary of you. You were his stalker. As a 2p, you didn’t see that your behavior wasn’t exactly normal.

“How rude! I went to all that trouble to find out where he lives, and he doesn’t even talk to me!” You whined and rode off.

You came back as promised with a new outfit on. Your outfit had more pastels and frills to better suit Oliver’s taste. You skipped up to the front door. You glanced down at the present in your hands and sighed.

“I think he’ll like this gift.” You smiled.

Francois opened the door again.

“I don’t think that you understand what’s going on.” Francois mumbled.

“Hm?” You tilted your head to the side and pursed your lips together. “What do you mean? Oh, never mind. Is Oliver home? I have something for him.”

“Oh, fudge! I burnt another batch!” Exclaimed a high-pitched British voice.

You grinned. “I heard him this time. You can’t hide him from me. I know he’s in there.”

Francois shrugged and let you into the house. You slowly walked to the kitchen. Your speeding heart raced with what you thought was love and good cheer.

“Oliver!” You sang out. You jumped into the kitchen and waved at him. “Oliver, I’m here!”

 You put the present down on the countertop and faced him. Oliver dropped the spatula he was using and froze. His face paled as you walked to him. He heart sank when you kissed his cheek. You hugged him, not even noticing how you were affecting him.

“I missed you a lot. Why haven’t you opened the bakery in a week?” You asked.

“B-busy!” Oliver squeaked out.

“Busy?” You pulled away from the hug and your face darkened. Your smile was frozen. “With what? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Avoiding you!” Francois shouted from another room.

You calmed down and pinched Oliver’s cheeks. “That’s silly. Oliver, why would you avoid me? You wouldn’t avoid me, right?”

Oliver gingerly removed your hands from his body. He backed away slowly and spoke quietly. “Listen, poppet, I need some space, a lot of space actually. I don’t think that you’re a good match for me, so...” Oliver turned and ran before he finished his thought.

Your face was blank as you started to blink quickly.

“What?” You whispered in disbelief. You picked up the present and walked out the kitchen saying the word ‘what’ several more times. The TV in the other room drew you near it. You entered the living room and saw that Francois was lying on the couch upside down. He blew his cigarette smoke in your general direction.

“Didn’t go well?” Francois asked. He didn’t sound like he actually cared, but it was more out of courtesy.

“He...doesn’t like me.” You said out loud. All the emotions hit you at once. You clutched your chest and fell to your knees. It felt like your heart was being ripped out. No words could articulate the pain inside, so you cried to release your sadness.

“Stop crying.” Francois mumble and turned up the volume on the TV.

You kept crying. The TV only muffled the sounds of your whining.

“Stop crying.” He said again a few minutes later.

You crying got louder and more anxious. You were trying to figure out where you went wrong with Oliver. You didn’t want to think that you were a problem, but the answers to all your questions seemed to point back at you.

“Stop crying.” He gritted his teeth in annoyance and groaned.

You started to mutter senseless ramblings as you cried. You muttered Oliver’s name in every sentence that came out of your mouth.

“Stop crying!” He barked.

You kept crying louder and louder until your loud wailing could be heard thorough the house. Francois muttered a few curses and slipped off the couch. He put the cigarette out on the table even though the ash tray was two inches away. He patted his lap and told you to come over.

“No.” You shook your head. You tossed the present to the side in a brief moment of anger.

Francois patted his lap again. “Come. Over. Here.”

Whimpering, you crawled over and plopped into his lap. Francois hugged you to his chest and rested his head atop of yours. You were shocked at the intimacy of his actions and gripped his shirt. The tears stopped for a second before they flowed out even harder than before.

“I love him so much!” You whispered. You felt your heart break all over again.

“I know.” Francois grumbled. He rolled his eyes. This wasn’t the first time he’s heard this speech.

“I even brought him a gift.” You flicked your wrist at the wrapped present on the floor.

Francois eyed the small package wondering what was inside.

“I knitted him a sweater. It took me a whole month to figure out how to knit, then I had to make the silly thing.” You pouted.

“Sweater?” Francois frowned. In the many years that you’ve know Francois, you’ve never given him such a heartfelt, homemade gift. He felt insulted. He stiffened up and gripped you tighter.

“F-Francois?” You stuttered out. “A-Air!”

Francois loosened his grip and snarled. “Too bad things didn’t work out for you and Oliver.”

“I’m sensing some hostility, Francois.” You mumbled and pulled away from his to see his face. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Francois looked away from you. His fingers were itching to get another cigarette to smoke.

“Francois?” You whispered and cupped his face to make him look at you.

His heart consumed him as he looking into your eyes. Francois grabbed your face and kissed you. You squeaked when your back hit the ground, and once again when Francois put his weight on you. You gasped at his actions and weren’t sure of what to do. He kissed you more forcibly and passionately when he parted your legs. He settled between them and rested his hand on your thigh.

Your best friend of many years was kissing you. You thought that he never saw you anything other than a friend which was fine with you, because you were obsessed with Oliver; before Oliver, it was Flavio; and before him, it was Lutz. Francois was waiting patiently for his turn, but Francois was never a patient man.

“F-Francois?” You mumbled. Tears were still falling from your eyes again. Your watery eyes looked into Francois’ purple eyes for answers.

Upon seeing your expression, Francois assumed you still showed sadness from Oliver’s actions. He wasn’t completely wrong. You were also started by the fact that you wanted to kiss Francois as well. Francois glanced up and saw the Oliver was spying on you two.

“(Name), let’s go back to my place.” Francois mumbled and glared at Oliver.

“Wha-?”

Francois picked up you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You were still trying to process what was happening. Francois took you back to his place, and the car ride over there was tense. He locked the door behind himself once he arrived home. When he turned around, you were nervously shuffling your feet backwards to distance yourself from him.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want some comfort?” Francois asked.

You shook your head.

“Why not? Are you scared?” Francois asked.

You shook your head again.

“(Name)...” Francois mumbled out.

“I-I...” You gasped as your back hit the wall.

Francois bowed and kissed your hand. “(Name), would you like to go into my bedroom? Let’s relax and talk.”

You followed him silently. When Francois close his bedroom door behind him, you grew more nervous. The kiss consumed your thoughts.

“Fr-Francois?”

“(Name), why don’t you sit on the bed and relax.” Francois said.

You looked to the bed with black blankets on top and leaned against the wall. “I’d rather stand here.”

Francois mumbled something and got onto his knees. He hands moved up and down your sides. He slowly unbuttoned your blouse from bottom to top.

“Why don’t you get comfortable?” Francois whispered. He leaned in and kissed your abdomen.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked. “I love Oliver, and you love sex.”

“You’re obsessed. It’s not love.” Francois growled and punched the wall beside you in frustration.

You pressed yourself flatter against the wall. Surprised at his tone, you bit your lip. Seeing you frightened was what he didn’t want to happen, so Francois kissed your hand again.

“(Name), you’re not good at expressing your feelings. What you’re feeling for Oliver isn’t love, its obsession and lust.”

“What do you even know what love feels like?” You snapped.

Francois stood up. He was tilted your head up with his fingers. His paled face seemed deader with the bags under his purple eyes.

“(Name)...” Francois muttered. “I’ve missed weeks of sleep since you’ve moved in. You sleep on my couch completely unaware of how much you fuck with me. I need you. Every night, I want to wake you up and take you to my bed. We’d fuck everywhere. I want to see you begging me for more, because you haven’t seen how much I’ve been begging you.”

Your eyes widened. “Y-You...? Love me?”

“Love you?” Francois huffed. Love wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, so he chose what he considered to be a better word. “It’s more than love. You intoxicate me.”

It would explain why he treated you fairly well. He would cook for you on occasion, comfort you as well as he could, and sometimes listen to your rambles. Compared to the others, Francois treated you like a queen.

“I don’t want this.” You whispered.

“Don’t want me? Don’t want us to happen?”

“I... I don’t know.”

Francois dropped his hand from your face. He sighed and pulled out his carton of cigarettes. He put one of the cigarettes in his mouth and fumbled around to find his lighter. He realized that he left it at Oliver’s place and cursed.

“Here.” You whispered and took a lighter out of your pocket. You lit Francois’ cigarette. “You’re always smoking, so I carry a lighter with me in case that you leave yours.”

“Merci.” Francois said and blew the smoke over his shoulder. When his eyes returned to your face, they narrowed.

“A-Are you okay?” You tugged at the hem of his shirt.

At was stupid question in Francois’ opinion. He confessed to needing you and wanting you, and you rejected him. Of course, he wasn’t going to be okay. He was upset.

“Fine. I’m fucking perfect.” He spat and walked away. He flopped down on his bed and cursed himself in his head. He put his arm over his eyes to shield his face.

“Francois?”

“Leave.”

“Francois...?” You approached his bed and sat down beside him. “Hey...”

“What?” Francois snapped. He removed his arm from his face to reveal his reddened and watery eyes.

“Francois...” You whispered. You twirled his hair around your finger and caressed his face with your other hand. Francois warmed up to your touch. “Francois, I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Because...” I’ve never been in love before. He couldn’t say the words out loud. “Get out...”

“What?”

“Get out!” Francois bellowed and sat up. He pushed you off the bed and screamed again. “GET OUT!”

You flinched from his tone and crawled away. Francois slammed the door shut and cursed as loud as he could. He ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair and cursed again.

“I-I need... Merde!” Francis spun around and kicked the door.

You were sitting outside of the door hearing everything. The color drained from your face hearing all that Francois said. All your emotions ceased. Like a robot, you stood up and left. You wondered the streets aimlessly with a straight face. Even when it started to rain, you continued your undetermined path with a blank face. Forty-five minutes into your walk, Oliver entered your sights. He froze and waited for the worse to happen, but you walked by.

“Just wait a second, poppet.” Oliver said. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “Are you going to-?”

“Hm?” You gave Oliver an once-over. “Do I know you? Ummm, Oliver, right? Please let go of me. I have someplace to be.”

“(Name), y-you don’t look so good.” Oliver worried. “Oh my. Francois didn’t do anything to you? I was harsh, but you were also very... Look, love, if you ever need-”

“Goodbye.” You rushed away from him. You quickened your steps and continued walking to nowhere in particular. Eventually you exited the shopping district and entered other parts of town. With the falling rain, no one could see the tears falling out of your eyes. “Love hurts...”

“Dollface, are you lost?”

You stopped and gasped at the person in front of you. “Hi...”

“Doll, I’m not complaining, but the rain soaked your very thin blouse and very thin tank top.” Allen saw your confused face and elaborated. “I can see your bra.”

“Oh.” You replied and glanced down to your chest. “Is it cute?”

“What?” Allen chuckled.

“Is it cute? My bra? Is my bra cute?” You looked into his eyes and pushed your chest out.

“Not exactly my style, but I think I’ll like what’s inside the bra.” Allen wiggled his eyebrows.

“What’s your name?” You asked sounding a little desperate.

“I’m Allen, and I’m about to rock your world.” He murmured. He ran his hand down your side and rested on your hip. “What’s your name?”

“(Name)!” You said eagerly. Your eyes that once had sadness now glittered with happiness.

“Calm down, baby. I’ll come back and find you when I’m bored. See you late... Doll.” Allen winked and walked off.

You heart skipped a beat, and you were in the familiar state of what you called love. Allen was your new obsession. You walked back to Francois’ place with a bounce in your step. With every step you took, you smiled wider until flowers seemed to flow from your aura.

“Francois, I’m home!” You announced. You were too far into your daydream to notice the erotic sounds coming from Francois’ bedroom. You flopped down on the couch and fell asleep thinking of Allen.

“Leave.” Francois muttered, but he was already alone in his room. The people left about an hour ago, but Francois still mumbled the word. He groaned and stumbled out of his bedroom. When he spotted you, he wanted to either go to the kitchen to ignore you or push you off the couch, but he did neither. He stood beside the couch to look down at your sleeping form. “I can’t believe that my heart got attached to you.” He mumbled in disbelief.

“Al...” You giggled in your sleep.

Francois grunted. “Another obsession so quickly?”

“A-ah!” You gasped.

Francois narrowed his eyes. “A sex dream? Really?”

You calmed down. You mumbled incoherent things for a while before comprehensible words could be heard. “F-Fran..cois... love?”

Francois wanted to wake you up, but he was conflicted. It went against everything in his soul, but his aching heart was killing him.

“(Name)...” He mumbled and shook you.

It took him a while to wake you up. There was a dreamy, goofy smile on your face.

“Francois.” You bit your lip. “I found love.”

“Did you?” Francois snorted. He combed his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Not this again.”

“For real!” You grabbed his hands and placed them on your chest. “Feel my heart. Like a drum it’s beating, beating to the rhythm of love. Francois, I-I-I...” You sighed and shut your eyes. “I want him right now.”

“I want something too.” Francois mumbled. He blushed when he realized that his rapid heartbeat synched with yours. “(Name)?”

“Yes, oh yes!” You sighed romantically.

“Never mind.” Francois mumbled. He tried to walk away, but you tightened your grip on his hand. “What?”

“Francois!” You sang out his name and grinned. “I want your help. Allen is the one. I know it!”

“Joy.” Francois said lifelessly.

You blew a kiss. “Francois, I need your help.”

“Out with it already.”

“How do bad boys like it?” You asked.

Francois felt his blood boil, but he kept a calm face. “(Name), I’m not going to help.”

“But you will!” You giggled and batted your eyelashes. “Franny, show me.”

“I’m not going to-”

“Franny, please.” You begged and put on your best pouty face.

“(Name)...”

“You want me. I know it.”

“You’ll never talk to him again if you want anything from me.” Francois growled.

“But I love him.” You whispered.

“You’re obsessed. You get too attached to people you don’t know! When your heart breaks, you’ll crawl back to me crying! EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.” Francois screamed.

You weren’t fazed by the tone of his voice. You flipped your hair and stormed past him. “Fine. I’ll be gone for a few days. I’ll be with my beloved. Bye bye.”

You disappeared for two weeks. Francois worried a little, but you’ve done wilder. At week three, Francois erased you completely from his mind, but by week four, Francois picked up your scent from around the house. He smelled your perfume on the couch and sighed. He was missing you. Two more weeks passed by until you walked through the door.

“(Name)?”

“Hello Francois.” You said and walked past him. You went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. When you finished, you climbed into Francois’ bed and fell asleep.

Francois smoked an entire carton of cigarettes from nervousness. “She’s never acted like that before. She always pouts and cries and rants until she finds the next obsession.” He panicked. He didn’t know what to do with his emotions, so he drank. Smoking and drinking so heavily in a small time frame didn’t sit well with his body, so he passed out. When he awoke, you were playing with his hair. “(Name)?”

“I messed up. I messed up really badly.” You whispered. “You’re right. I’m not really falling in love. I have a problem. I really do, but...”

You stopped talking to sigh deeply. Francois sat up and stared at the person before him. You cocked your head to the side and smiled, but that smile was empty.

“Do mind if I stay with you?” You asked.

That was when Francois noticed the bruises on your body. He sat up and pulled you into his lap. You closed your eyes and let your other senses lead you. You felt Francois’ lips on the top of your head. His arms held you tight, and his warmth engulfed you. You snuggled closer to him, and his heartbeat was a rhythm that calmed you.

“Francois, I love you.” You whispered.

You threw the word ‘love’ around so flippantly that he couldn’t take you seriously at this moment.

“I’m sure you do...” Francois mumbled, but hearing the words made him happy.

You were so exhausted that you feel asleep a few minutes later. Francois tucked you in bed. He would have laid down beside you, but he was filled with lustful thoughts. He locked himself in the bathroom to take care of his ‘problem.’ You woke up from the nap thirty minutes later. Francois was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was hunched over and eerily quiet. You crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. He snapped up and wiped his face.

“Bonjour.” He mumbled.

“Your voice is quivering.” You mumbled and kissed the back of his neck.

He tensed up. You noticed this and tried to distance yourself from him, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t let go.” Francois mumbled. “Even if your love is fake, stay close.”

You frowned. “My love is never fake. I learned a valuable lesson when I disappeared... Love is something to be cherished and nurtured.”

“Your positivity is so heartwarming.” Francois said sarcastically.

“I’m serious, and I can prove it.” You whispered and kissed Francois’ neck again.

“Really? How?”

You took Francois’ hand and spread his fingers apart. You brought his hand up to your face and tried to figure out what size his fingers were.

“What?” Francois’ lazy purple eyes followed your movements. “What are you doing?”

“Hush. I think I got it.” You mumbled and nodded your head. “Yep. I figured it out.”

Francois didn’t ask any more questions. Before leaving, you kissed Francois’ cheek. Several hours passed, and soon it was three in the morning. Francois started to worry, but he didn’t show it. His self-confidence plummeted as he imagined that you had ‘fallen in love’ with someone else.

“I should have known...” Francois mumbled before sticking the cigarette into his mouth. He lit it with shaking hands and took a long drag. He pulled the cigarette away to wheeze and cough. “Maybe I should quit...?”

“I’m home!” You shouted as soon as you swung open the door. You skipped inside and kicked off your shoes. “Francois! Where are you?”

You found Francois on the couch. You sighed contently and took out the small box in the shopping bag. You pulled out an extravagant engagement ring and slipped it on his finger.

“Perfect!” You cheered.

You snuggled up to Francois after writing him a note and fell asleep. Francois woke up about thirty minutes after you dozed off. He was a little confused to find you in his arms, but he didn’t complain.

“What’s this?” He reached over, grabbed the note you wrote, and read it aloud. “Dear Francois, I bought you a ring to show you how much I love you.” Francois put his hand up to his face and saw the opulent ring. “Every time I ‘loved’ a boy, I took something precious from him that I could sell for a hefty price. Don’t tell anyone! It’s our little secret. Love, (Name).”

Francois put down the letter and sighed. He played with your hair as he thought about all the time he’s spent with you.

“I don’t know how my 1p does it.” Francois mumbled under his breath. “Love is too complicated and involves too much effort. Why bother?”

His skipping heart told him his answer though.

“I can’t believe I love this fucking piece of hot mess.” Francois groaned.

“You aren’t exactly a prince charming either!” You rubbed your eyes and yawned. “Stop mumbling so loudly. I wanted to nap.”

Francois snorted. “I have something better we can do now that you’re awake...”