Francis' Adventure (2P!France x Child!Reader)

Francis has been looking through stores everyday for the last few weeks looking for Christmas gift. Well one in particular. It was something that was wanted by collectors and fans alike, pokemon merchandise. He really couldn't understand the lure or the want for this shit but apparently it was so big that everyone and their mothers wanted something from the games. He found things for Alfred and Mathieu, that was the easiest part, no he had to get something extra special for his adoptive little girl _______________. He hated to admit but the kid grew on him, even without Mathieu being around. She reminded him a lot about how things were when he grew up, Gaul was always on business so he stayed with other families who treated him as such. He had the best of the Kirklands and Karpusi Families that Gaul not being around all the time wasn’t much of a blow. He learned a lot from both but he did get his sleaziness from his father and he still didn’t think it was a bad thing. In _________________’s case, she was showing promise of being able to survive in the darkness like the rest of them. She was good at driving a car and she was only eight, she knew not to ask a lot of questions, and she was the perfect little delivery girl. She was also responsible for Mathieu talking more and getting him to adjust to his life easily. Damn that child. Damn her to Hell. He looked around in store and found nothing but shitty looking merch before he left and went to another. He was exhausted at this point. Something then caught his eye. Something that he knew that little pain in the ass would love and adore. In a Japanese Import store was a picture of an Emperor and Empress Pikachu Hinamatsuri dolls.  He immediately went into the store. The elderly Japanese woman looked at him and froze. She smiled pleasantly.

“How are you?”

“Fine, do you have a pair of those dolls in the store?” she looked at him puzzled. He sighed and started speaking in Japanese, “Do you have those dolls in the store?”

“O-OH! H-Hai! We have a just the display model! Do you want it?”

“Yes. Do you gift wrap?”

“No, sorry, but wait let me get you those dolls!” Francis waited. The store was the last place you would think to find pokemon merchandise. It was a Japanese Import store so it had Japanese stables and things that you wouldn’t find in America, Japanese knives, different flavors of KitKats, A5 Japanese language books, writing tablets, randoseru, calligraphy brushes, getas, hakamas, and other things. There weren’t many people in the shop either, just one person, a skinny teenager with pimples, wearing a black trench coat, a black fedora, with short hair and wearing an anime bag like it was the most normal thing to wear. He focused his attention back on the KitKats.  He made a note to get a few KitKats for the kids later. The woman appeared from the back. She opened the box to show them.

“Do you always carry these?” she shakes her head

“They’re usually a once a month promotion and we usually get ten in at a time. Next month it’s the Japanese schoolboy and schoolgirl Pikachu,”

“I’ll pay for a year. I want a pair every month,”

“Yes sir!” just as the dolls was in his grasps, he heard something click. He turned. The skinny little asshole he noticed as the gun pointed at him and the woman. Francis quirked an eyebrow.

“G-Give me the dolls! Now!”

“Isn’t your bitch ass too old to be playing with dolls?” said Francis glaring at him.

“I’m not fuckin’ playing with you old man! Give me the fuckin’ dolls!” Francis looked at the cashier.

“You know this fuck nut?”

“He comes to the store everyday hitting on Japanese ladies and calling me Oba-chan, other than that I don’t know him! I banned him a few times but he keeps coming back!”

“Figures, one of those fuckers. Listen kid, I don’t have time to fuck around with you. If you know what good for you, you better get that fuckin’ gun out my face and leave this store,”

“Fuck you Frenchy! I’m getting those dolls! She said there wasn’t anymore and I want them for my collection! She won’t sell them to me! I want those fuckin’ dolls,”

“Tough shit, get the fuck out of my face,” Francis watched as the kid got ready to pull the trigger. He shoved the gun upwards and the bullet shot into the ceiling. The woman screamed and crouched down under the counter. Francis grabbed the gun and proceeded to pistol whip and beat the kid into submission. He slammed his face on the counter as the woman went to call the police, “NO COPS!” Francis bellowed. He looked around at the damage and wrote out a check, “This will cover the damage to the ceiling and whatever else this little shit did. Here’s the money for the dolls, and give me the maple, cheesecakes, and fruit flavored kitkats,”

“Y-Yes sir!” she placed everything into the bag.

“Please keep everything about this incident hush-hush,” he gives her some more money before taking his purchase and carting the boy out of the mall. Francis made the boy walk out to the back of the mall where he grabbed him and started beating the ever loving shit out of him, “Thanks to you I had to pay to keep the cops out of my business!” he slammed the boy into the wall, “And I had to pay for all of the fuckin’ damage you caused,” he kneed him repeatedly in his stomach and crotch before backhanding him onto the floor, “And you almost caused me this present!” he kicked him in his stomach, ribs, and head, “I should fuckin’ make you one of my He Bitches to make up for this!” he grabbed the boy and slammed him into the wall again. The boy spluttered up blood and begged Francis to stop. Francis took out his wallet, “Jeremy Jones, you’re fuckin’ twenty five and lemme guess you still live with mama and papa. Give me on good reason why I shouldn’t dress you up and turn out to horny Chinese business men?”

“P-Please! I-I’ll give you whatever you want! I-I have a collection of pokemon things!” Francis stopped. He took out his phone and ran some intel on the boy. After listening to Edgar, a large smirk appeared on his face. Jeremy froze.

“Looks like you have an eye for Pokemon collectables and shit. Some of this shit is elusive to Japan only and some is so rare its worth more than your little ass. You better be fuckin’ glad it’s Christmas you little shit fuck. We’re going to your place,”

***
Alfred, Matthew, and ________________ all happily opened up their presents on Christmas Day. Francis, Artie, and the Kirkland Brothers watched as the kids ripped into everything. Alfred had a set of rare pokemon coins, Pokemon games from Japan, limited edition cards, Ash’s hat, a Smoochum plushie a new game boy color and of course a copy of Pokemon Crystal, Matthew got a copy of the game, a new game boy, the gym badges from the first and second gen, a pichu plush, and a cyndaquil plushie. Francis dragged over a gift in front of _______________. It was a large box with gold wrapping paper and a blue bow. She looked at it puzzled before opening the top of it. There was a brand new gameboy color with Pokemon Crystal along with a Gengar plushie, pokeball and Pikachu earrings, and a love ball shoulder bag but there was something else at the bottom. She gently moved everything and squealed happily.

“OH MY GOD! They’re awesome!” she picked up the Pikachu plush pair and huggled them tightly. Francis was about to take a drag from his cigarette only to be hugged tightly, “THANK YOU MR. BONNEFOY!” Francis tried to shake her off but she was clung tight. He sighed in resignation.

“You’re welcome now get off me!” she beamed at him and gave him a peck on the cheek. Francis cringed as Allistor showed the kids their final gift, an Nintendo 64 with Super Smash brothers and three controllers. They ran into the living room where Eoin had just finished setting it up.

“Aww Franny! Where did you get those dolls from?” said Artie grinning at him.

“That import market. Wait until she finds out that she’s going to get a pair of Pikachu plushies every month for a year,”

“You spoil them,” said Liam grinning

“Please, not as much as ‘Tannia and Alban and Athena did to everyone growing up. Besides, I have the money, may as well give them something,”

“Gotta ask,” said Eoin coming into the living room with milled wine, “Where did all of this pokemon merchandise come from?”

“Never you mind, never you mind,”

“You stole it didn’t you?” said Artie, “Franny!”

“The little bitch deserved it! I sold some of it to pay off the damage to the store and gave the rest to the nieces and nephews of the brothel girls!”

“You ol’ softie,” said Liam grinning, “Your humanity is showing again,”

“Fuck you!”

“You have Artie for that,”

“LIAM!”

“What it’s true,” said Allistor