2p! France x Reader: In love with a killer

alright [Name], just go talk to him

Some touchy stuff

An hour later the door opened and Oliver walked in.
"[Name]. Poppet are you okay?" He asked me and sat next to me and pulled me into a hug. I shrugged and hugged him back.
"He hates me." I said, my eyes to dry to cry.
"Who? François?" He asked and rubbed my back softly.
"Of course. Who else?" I asked him and leaned into him more.
"He wouldn't be mad at you. He's just upset, that's all." Oliver said and kissed my forehead softly.
"I'm sure if you go an talk to him he'll forgive you. It wasn't your fault to begin with, I should have told you to lock the door." He said, I nodded.
"It's okay Oliver, not your fault either." I said and stood back up and walked to the door but I turned back and smiled some.
"oh and Oliver? Happy mothers day." I said and walked out to François's room.
I knocked hesitantly on the door and waited for him to answer, when he did he glared down at me harshly.
"What?" He snarled out at me, I sighed and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry." I said, taking the blame for something I obliviously didn't do.
"Whatever." François said and closed the door, but I put my foot in the doorway before he could and pushed it back open.
"What? No 'it's okay' or 'I forgive you'?" I asked him and he must shrugged and slammed the door on my face. At this I became outraged and began screaming at him through the door.
"Listen here you French bastard! I hope you know that this is not going to end well unless you open the goddam door! I will beat your sorry ass if you don't fucking open this door!" I yelled at the closed door, my voice going hoarse from yelling loudly and angrily. I waited for the door to open but it didn't.... I glared harshly at the door and kicked down the door with all my strength that I could muster up....and what I saw made my heart break even more than it was....François... Was....cutting his wrists. I gasped lightly and hugged him tightly and took the razor out of his hand, but he took it back and we kept tugging it back and forth. As we were battling over the razor my hand slipped and he plunged razor into my shoulder. My eyes widened and I screamed out in pain as tears leaked out of my eyes. François's eyes widened as well and he took the razor out fast and I screamed again. I heard heavy paced footsteps running down the hall. Jason and Oliver ran into the room and their eyes widened as well as they came over to me and tried to calm me down as Oliver went to find a first aid kit. François threw the razor away and hugged me lightly, and petted my hair awkwardly. Jason ripped my shirt that I was wearing at the shoulder part and inspected the gash, he looked up at me and gave me a sad smile and pressed the cloth onto my shoulder roughly. I covered my mouth and let out a muffled scream as more tears ran down my cheeks.
"It's going to be okay doll." Jason said and kept his hand there, applying pressure to it and I nodded. Oliver came back with the kit and removed Jason's hand from my shoulder and cleaned up the area with rubbing alcohol and patched up my shoulder with guaze.
"Better poppet?" Oliver asked and I nodded and I felt François dry my tears with his thumbd and kiss my forehead lightly. He mumbled a very quiet sorry and hugged me some more... Then blackness

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