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2p!France x reader- Just a little help (part 5)

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You walked home from school with your eyes down; shoulders slumped, and head in the clouds. The broken and cracked up sidewalk you trotted down filled your heart with loathsome and repulsive feelings. Your family lived dirt poor and it was that damn mafia’s entire fault. You weren't too sure why they were picking on your parents, but you knew it all was their fault.

You and your parents had no family to speak of to help you out. They were all so fearful of what would happen to them if they were to help you all, even in the slightest. You personally disowned any who were technically related to you.

Your parents said they understood the family's reasoning, but you couldn't. You couldn't understand how someone like your dad's sister, someone who he grew up with, could just sit back for years and not even acknowledge his financial state. They all would just act so normal when they saw you and your family. 

Only the asshole family members would point it out slyly. They were usually the ones who were better off than everyone else. Then they had the nerves to called you disrespectful when you refused to look them in the eyes, or spit in their general direction, or told them how you felt, "their lips were permanently glued to the Italian mafia's ass." They would find the last one really offensive. Even if you felt it was true.

When you finally made it to the front of the apartments you called your home, you noticed someone coming down the stairs. His clothing and the way he carried himself was all the proof you needed to understand that he was mafia affiliated. You assumed he was coming from seeing your dad. You grumbled under your breath. As he passed you, you purposely bumped your shoulder into him.

"Aye, kid!" he shouted. You looked back. "You got a problem?"

"Maybe. What? Gonna fight a high school girl for bumping you? Wow. Aren't you tough."

"What, bitch?"

"My, kinda petty there. Cursing at tenth graders who were walking just a little too close? What's next? Slapping elementary schoolers for looking in your general direction for too long? You bastards sure do know how to pick your targets, don't ya?"

"You little!" He yanked you by your hair. "Do you know who I am?!"

"A-ah!" You grabbed his hand with both of yours trying to make him let go. "No, but let me guess! Some fucker sent by the king bastard himself to pick on my dad, right?!"

He smirked, "Oh, so you're his daughter, huh?" He shook you around a little, seeing that your struggling was getting you nowhere. "Sure got a mouth on you."

"Ah! G-get your damn hands off me!" He roughly grabbed your face with his free hand. "Let go! Let go! Let go!" You shut your eyes as you thrashed around. Soon you heard muffled sounds and felt his grip loosening. When you no longer felt his hands on you, you slowly opened you eyes. You blinked a few times, confused. "U-uh...Feliks?"

The blonde, who was standing over the man's body and looking at it anxiously, focused his attention to you when he heard you call. 

"Huh?"

"W-what did you do?"

"Oh," He held up a napkin. "I knocked him out for you."

"How did you even get here? I know you don't live around here."

"I always follow you home."

"W-whoa! Wait!"

"Only on weekdays though."

"D-did you know this was going to happen?!"

"Nah. I just like keeping this stuff on me just encase I want to kidnap somebody."

You looked elsewhere. "I suddenly fear for my safety knowing that you follow me home from school and keep stuff on you that you can use to kidnap people."

"I wouldn't kidnap you without your permission, (name). We're friends. Anyway, we should like...move him before somebody notices. Or did you just want to leave him here and just walk away or something?"

"Uh," You looked down to the body and kicked it. "I guess we could le-"

"I really want to kill it," Feliks blurted out. "I reeeeeeeaaaaaallly want to kill it."

"K-kill him? T-that's a litt-"

"You said you wanted to kill the whole Italian mafia, right?"

"Well..."

"Come on. Let's kill it."

"L-let’s not talk about this here. Let’s hurry up and move the body somewhere else," you advised as you grabbed the man's arms. "There's this abandoned house not too far from here. Hurry up before someone comes outside or something."

Feliks grabbed his legs and helped you moved the rather heavy man down the street. At certain times, you two would hide behind houses, and you would go out to make sure it was clear for you two to keep going. It was still the middle of the day. People were out and about, and two teenagers couldn't be caught carrying around an unconscious body. That's just weird.

When you made it to the boarded up location, you both dropped the body by the back door. Feliks moved his hands around on the brick. "This place is beautiful...This place is perfect."

"You creep me out sometimes, Feliks."

"So, can we kill him?" You looked down nervously, wringing your hands. "Come on. We can lose our killing virginity together."

"D-don't phrase it like that!" you huffed. "L-look!...You can go nuts, alright?"

"R-really?" His eyes lit up like nothing you've seen in him before.

"Yeah...But we have a deal now. I find'em, you kill'em."

He smiled widely. It was rare for anyone to see him smile, let alone to see such a big one plastered across his face. You didn't even want to picture which one of Feliks' crazy murder fantasies he'd have fulfilled today thanks to this man. 

"I think I can deal with that."



The next day, you nervously went back to Francis' house. Dyah told you to be there, and that she was going to, "Fuck your face. Not sexually though. I just like saying fuck." You were trusting this girl to help you look low key and unrecognizable when you barely trusted her to not stare at your breast during a conversation. You felt you must've been extremely desperate.

When you got there, you could tell the duo was most likely there as well seeing that the front door seemed to have been forced open. When you got inside, that pink haired man from yesterday, Oliver, was pulling on Al's ear and nagging at him.

"How many times have I told you that kicking in Francis' door is a big no no?!"

"Ah, fuck! Come on, Oliver! I got it this time!"

He gasped, "Such language in front of a lady! (name)! You're here too. Two ladies! That's a dollar fifty into the swear jar for you!"

"O-oh, my god! I can't deal with the extra fifty cents!" Dyah complained. "I told you we're on a budget, Al! Watch your cussing! Ollie! You don't have to count me as a lady, alright? Come on! I still got student loans to pay off, and we're already in debt to your swear jar!"

"Rules are rules, dear."

"Aww, fuck!" She covered her mouth. "S-shit! Wait! Uhm...Al, you handle that!"

"You can't j-"

She wrapped her arm around yours and yanked you along as she spoke loudly, "So, (name)! Come on with me and I'll get to work on your make up! Francis! You're main bitch is here!"

"D-don't call me that!"

She brought you to the living room where Francis was laid out on the couch and drinking alcohol. She kicked the armrest.

"Francis! Get up! I need your help, bro."

"With what?"

"Come on!! Just get up! Please! I'll be your best friend!" He took a sip from the glass he was holding. "Please, Francis! I'll die if you don't!"

"As soon as I start caring, I promise to help with that."

"I'll stop coming over for at least a week!" she offered.

"...Two."

She pouted as she thought for a moment longer. "...One and a half! Final offer!" He sighed as he sat up. Dyah hummed happily as she pulled you forward, spun you around, and then pushed you in Francis' lap. "Yay! Hold her like that for me!"

"H-how was this at all necessary?!" you shouted.

"Fuck you, that's how~!"

"Damn it, Dyah! We just robbed people, and you're making me give all the money to Oliver!"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Why are you people so weird!" you whined.

You felt cold glass against the back of your hand. "Here" You gingerly took the cup and stared down at the liquor inside. "You can have it."

"U-uh. T-thank you. I-I mean, u-uhm."

"Ok!" Dyah began as she slammed a black duffle bag onto the table in the room. She unzipped it and shoved stuff around inside. "Uhhh...We're gonna start with foundation...Cause like...I think that's how you start make up."

"Y-you don't know?!"

"Do I look like I wear make up?! Now shut up and just let me fuck your face, alright?! I got this! It always comes out perfectly when I finish, sometimes."

"Sometimes?!"

"Quiet, before I mess up!"

She later decided that she should moisturize your face first. So, from there, she started rubbing lotion on your face.

"I would make a sexual joke here, but I'd probably get fined by Oliver, plus you'd probably wouldn't let me finish either."

"Yes, so please don't."

"You guys are killjoys."

"Maaaaaaa!!! Guess what?!" a new voice shouted through the house.

You jumped from the suddenness then looked around. "Wait, ma? You have a son?"

"Yep!"

"Oh, god. You two are multiplying?" you rubbed your forehead and gently let out a breath.

A brunette boy whose skin was colored a very light and soft shade of brown came and hugged Dyah from the side. You tilted your head. He looked about your age, maybe just a bit older. He even looked a little familiar, but you weren't too sure where you could have met him before.

"T-that's your son?! Jesus! How old are you?!"

"He's not our actual son!" Al debated. It seemed as if he was able to pay Oliver some way.

"Yeah, he's my cousin. He just calls me ma sometimes. He calls Al boss though." 

The new boy chuckled a mysteriously perverted chuckle. "Yeah. If Dyah wasn't my cousin, I wouldn't mind having a three-way relationship with them."

"Wow, I can see the resemblance between you two," you nodded and mentioned. 

"But I can't now though!" the boy declared. "I have to train myself to where I can only get hard for Peter!"

"How's that working out?" Al questioned.

"I-it's so hard!! I get turned on by socks, let alone other people! God, but I want to fuck him! The way he just so casually ignores my sexual advances and continues to talk to me is so damn hot!"

You pieced it together. The overly sexually personality, the ability to be turned on by anything and everyone, his accent of course should have gave it away from the start. If this wasn't exactly what you pictured Ravis to be as an adult, you didn't know anything.

"Hey, you shouldn't talk all sexual in front of Francis' girlfriend. She doesn't like it," Dyah warned him.

"Whoa! I didn't know Francis had girlfriends! I thought he just had bitches!"

"Well, she is not a bitch!" Al assured. "She is a strong, independent woman!"

"Yeah!" Dyah added.

"Ooooohhhh," he drawled out before looking over to you. "...You are really hot."

You giggled, "Well, thanks, Ravis."

"How'd you know my name?!"

"Because I'm (name)!"

"... So, like, you got powers or something?"

You stood up and grabbed him by his shirt roughly, "You asshole! You don't remember me?!"

"Whoa! Ravis, you hit that?!" Dyah and Al blurted out in amazement.

"W-what?! N-no! I-I'm still a virgin! The closest I ever got to having sex is when Dyah hugs me!"

"I knew your hugs lasted too long."

You ran him into the nearest wall. "Nooo! We didn't have sex!" you informed him. "Use that shit in your head that you try passing off as your fucking brain and think back real far," you advised as you moved your forearm to his neck and held him against the wall. "Before I kill you." 

He scratched at your arm that was beginning to crush his windpipe.

"Think! A little eight year old girl, playing with her BEST fucking friend!...Then the Italian mafia came and ransacked her house! You remember that girl, Ravis?!" His eyes were heading for the back of his head as you went on with your story, adding more and more pressure to his throat.

You stepped back and allowed his body to fall to the floor. You didn't give him much time to recover before kicking him. "Answer the fucking question! You remember that?!"

"Y-yeah! Y-yeah! O-of course I remember!" He coughed and panted out. 

You kicked him again, "Stop fucking coughing! I was gonna forgive you for leaving me without saying anything, but then you forget me and my fucking name!"

"W-what did you want me to do?! I couldn't just tell Ivan not to move!"

"That's not the point! We were nine! You could have said something!"

"W-well...uh...I-I didn't want to make you upset or anything."

You glared down at him. "Get on your back."

"W-wha-"

"Roll." He did as you said. You kicked one of his legs over then stepped down on his n-no's.

"O-oh, my gooodd!!"

"I'd say I'm pretty pissed over the fact that you didn't...Say sorry."

"I-I'm so sorry!"

"Say it harder! Beg me to forgive you!" you demanded as you rotated you foot around.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! P-please! (n-name)! I'm gonna fucking die here!"

You moved your foot back to the ground, and he immediately crossed his legs; rolling over onto his face, whimpering softly.

"Next question."

"T-there's more?!"

"Do you remember what you promised me?"

"O-of course! Yeah! Totally remember!"

"Repeat it."

"Huh?"

"Word from word. Repeat it."

"U-uh...I-it was something like..."

"You don't remember?!" you accused.

"N-no! No! No!" he crawled over to the wall with one of his hands protecting his fragile, precious, and possibly now broken merchandise. "I-I remember! It was something about killing the people beating on your dad or something, right?"

"I said word from word!" you ran your fist into the palm of your hand.

"F-fuck! Ok! Ok!...U-uh...W-when we get older (name)," he shyly began and looked down as he continued in somewhat of a whisper. "...W-we'll...W-we'll be able to kill all of those dude, ok? I-I promise."

"I didn't know Ravis could say comforting things," Al commented.

"I know right?! Surprised me too, when it happened!" you admitted. "W-wait! You're distracting me!"

"Sorry."

"Anyway! Ravis! You owe me!"

"A-anything you want!"

"Good," you crossed your arms.

"You always knew how to make me getting my ass kicked un-enjoyable," Ravis complained.

"Been practicing~!" you cracked your knuckles and announced.

"Wow, Francis! I have now re-learned that questioning your decisions is meaningless! I can now clearly see why you made her your main," Dyah commented. "You are king of everything, bro. High five!" She moved her hand in front of him and he casually hit it.

"Me too! Me too!" Al requested.

Francis left his hand up and Al hit it from over the couch. "Fuck yeah! We just high fived Francis!" the two cheered.

Your face lit up, "H-huh? W-wait! N-no! I-I'm not usually like this! I mean! I just!"

"And she has that shy quality that seemingly comes out of nowhere, so she's not totally batshit crazy! Perfect, bro! Perfect! Main for you!"

"S-stop calling me that!"
I crossed my fingers. Did I not cross my fingers? XD Anyway, since you guys voted for a story that's going to be totally new, that means I have to think of it...With that in mind, that can take weeks so, yes, I will be making the story, but it will be later, probably...Cause I'm fucking lazy. But anyway! Enjoy this now!

I remember at one point someone asked me if Ravis was going to be a recurring character, and I said no...I lied XD At the time I had no where to put him...I figured out where to put him. I gave him a part that's perfect for him, and shall add more humor and overall everything! Like Ravis always does >w< Cause he is awesome. That is all!!!

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I act like the reader so much that it's not even funny! I love this btw~!!! :D