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The Milkman and his (Not so) Ordinary Wife

Summary:

Francis loves (Y/n). (Y/n) loves Francis.

But sometimes Francis think his wife might not be normal.

Chapter 1

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Francis Mosses. Local milkman.

 

 

 

Three years ago, he almost had an encounter with death. No, it's a doppelganger (thank god). It happened on a late summer night, Francis was driving home after a long day of delivering milk, but he so exhausted he could barely see straight. That proved to be his misfortune when he crashed against a street light, and the last thing he saw a shadowy figure rushing towards him before he blacked out.

By the time he regained conscious, the first thing that came in mind was that he was finally dead. Why else was he suddenly face to face with a glowing angel looking down at him?( At least he won't get scolded by his boss, he sighed). But then in turned out he was, in fact, not dead. He was in the hospital, and the angel was not an angel, but a living person who was the took him there.

(Y/n) was her name, and he remembered the way she stared at him with such tenderness almost made his heart skipped a beat. Who knew that same person who saved his life, would be the love of his life that he has today.

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(Y/n) loves Francis, and Francis loves (Y/n).

But Francis, as much as he hates to say it, sometimes think his wife might not be. . . normal.

 

 

 

Why does he think so? 'Supposed he took noticed when they were still in the dating stage. One time, he remembered seeing (Y/n) ate a sardine. No, it wasn't canned. An actual live sardine which was still flailing around, or that other time she used snake skins on an. . .art project.  How did she get those? He doesn't know, and never bothered to ask. Francis tried to convince himself that, although abit weird, those were just little quirks of her, nothing to worry about, right?

 

 

Then, they got married, and things only got weirder. There was a time he got home very late and barely functioning, their apartment was dark, yet the bathroom lights were still on, strange yet faint noises emitting behind the close door. But since it was already so late, he just thought his mind was playing tricks on him from sheer exhaustion.

 

 

Another scenario was when he didn't had work so he took the time to read a book on the couch, all the while (Y/n) was vacuuming the floors. He was so immersed in his reading, he didn't realized he, and the couch, were off the floors for a brief moment. It wasn't until his body slightly jumped from the impact back on the ground that his mind started to process what just happened.

 

 

He turned his head to (Y/n). " Did you just lift the couch?"

(Y/n) looked back at him, confused. "No?"

 

 

 

And what about when Francis went to grab a glass of water at 12 in the morning. He almost had a heart attack when he saw (Y/n)'s figure standing at the kitchen, and he could swear he saw her eyes glowing in the dark like a cat's. He almost had a second attack once he turned on the lights and saw red stains on her apron. Making a midnight snack, she said, and the red stains were from 'strawberries'.( Are they really? )

Sometimes, there are actions that there were barely noticeable. Then there were instances that it was- like an extra eye hiding in the corner of her face or sharp teeth, but they've gone as soon as they come before Francis could question it.

 

 

With the recent doppelganger incidents, Francis wonders if she was . . . one of them. That thought made the milkman's stomach churn. Had he really been married to a doppelganger? And if he had, how long? Where's the real (Y/n)? Had he even met the real one?







 

 

 

“Francis?"


Dark eyes gaze onto the side where there sat a woman with a bowl of hot chicken soup on her lap. She looks at him with a worried look on her face.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Mmm. . .tired. And a little wet. " Francis hummed, both physically and perhaps mentally as well. Right, he's been in bed sick ever since he returned home from another late delivery. Prior to that, he's been driving around in a hot day, and the AC of the milk truck was broken. Guess he was bound to get a heat stroke at some point and he did.

(Y/n) sighed and set the bowl aside to grab the ice bag from his forehead, feeling the coolness has completely melted. She got up to refill it with new ice before coming back to his side and placing the bag back on his forehead.

 

"How's that?"

"Better." He sighed, unconsciously pressing his face against her hand.

 

Even with the ice bag, he still is still drawn to the coolness of his wife's touch. Almost like a kitten trying to seek the comfort of its mother. The little act was all too cute for (y/n) that she couldn't help but kiss Francis's cheek. His eyes widened as he snap his head at her like she just committed a great sin.

 

"Honey, as much as I love your kisses, you're gonna get sick if you do that." He reprimanded, as much as a sick man could.

 

(Y/n) only waved off his concern with a giggle. "Oh, don't worry baby. Unlike you, I don't get sick so easily. "

And she never does, as far as Francis could remember. Not even a sneeze or a cough. All the more reason he thinks she might not be who she seems.


"I' already told your boss you won't be out for a while, so just stay here and rest, okay?" She said, holding both side of his face and gave him another kiss. The tenderness in her eyes never once left.

 

 

"I'm going to take good care of you. "






 

 

Francis loves (Y/n). And (Y/n) isn't normal. Yet he doesn't seem to mind. Not at all.

Maybe one day he'll have to courage to ask about it. But for now, he just wants to rest and be coddled by his beloved.

Notes:

I saw this tired ass man, and I knew I'm gonna simp for him.

I'll probably add more chapters.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Here's a little snippet of Ms. Reader/aka doppelganger lore???

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

A long time ago, There was a▒▒▒▒▒▒. Born without an identity and without a vessel to call a body, whose only purpose was to devour. When it wasn't doing that, it often try to observe it surroundings and the people around it, looking for its next meal. 

 

And they wake up, put on a disguise, then go hunting. . . Waking up, disguise, hunt. And the cycle continues for many years. 

 

Until one night, the ▒▒▒▒▒▒ met a woman by a hospital garden a few miles from the city, sitting on a bench under a lamp post that illuminated her skin almost as pale as a corpse, armed with nothing but in a hospital gown and a book in hand. That's when the ▒▒▒▒▒▒ thought it had found its dinner. Hospital patients weren't always the most delicious, but they are easier to get than a healthy one. That's what it was planning to do, anyway. But as soon the two met face to face, to its surprise there was no hint of fear in the woman's eyes. A little surprise by its sudden appear, yes, but quickly it reverts back to a more calm look. The woman asked ▒▒▒▒▒▒ that night.

 

 

 

 

“Are you one of those monsters? Are you here to kill me? ”

 

 

 

A foolish question with an already obvious answer. Yet she remained composed despite knowing that and even had the audacity to smile. She asked it again, this time in a form of a request. 

 

 

 

 

“Can you at least let me finish this book? It's starting to get really good. ”

 

 

 

 

What kind of person would even dare make a request to something like the ▒▒▒▒▒▒? Then again, humans nearing death's door would often try to bargain, so might as well give this poor soul her one last satisfaction in life before it takes it. So, begrudgingly the ▒▒▒▒▒▒ accepted and she in return gave it a soft  'thanks' with a smile. 

 

 

 

 

It turned away and crawl to a safe distance, enough to keep its presence hidden, but also enough for her to know it's still watching. 

She was still content with what little she had remained. 

 

The night continued on in silence, it was almost hypnotic. The ▒▒▒▒▒▒ only remembered waking up to the sounds of machines, then the hustling and bustling of the city, the annoying flash of lights. . . To be in this noiseless surrounding was. . . something. Finding it in a remote hospital no less. 

 

 

 

 

“You know. . .this book is really interesting.” Then the silence was cut off, returning its gaze back to the sickly woman. 

 

 

 

 

“It's about a princess who had everything. . . 

 

 

 

A kingdom to rule, riches and priceless treasures, and a handsome prince to be betrothed. Truly, the princess had everything. 

 

 

 

Until one day, the princess became terribly ill. Doctors, scholars, and magicians- far and wide, could not heal her. And every day her illness keeps getting worse and worse. 

 

 

That is when a spirit made itself known to the princess in her chambers. 

 

 

‘The Princess indeed has everything. All except a health body. ' The spirit mocked. 

 

 

‘How about we make a deal: I will give you exactly that, in exchange you give me something of yours.’

 

 

 

The princess agreed without hesitation. Riches, fame, status — she was willing to give it all just to leave her deathbed. 

 

 

 

So, in the dead of night, The spirit flew her to a small cabin in a nearby forest. It was far from the luxury she was used to

 

 

“Sleep here for the night, and tomorrow you will wake up a new woman.” And soon the spirit left the princess in her lonesome. 

 

 

A new dawn emerged, and like a miracle, the princess woke up energetic and renewed as if life returned to her body. The princess was overjoyed, and quickly rushed back to the kingdom to tell the good news. 

 

 

 

By the time she returned, joyous cries filled the streets. 

 

 

"The princess has miraculously recovered! The princess has miraculously recovered!"

 

 

 

She lift her gaze at the castle balcony for all to see. A new figure emerged. There stood 'the princess', no, an impostor dressed in her body and regal gown. 

 

 

At that moment, the spirit's playful voice echoed back in her ears. 

 

 

 

In exchange for her recovery, she sold her everything. 

 

 

 

 

 

"What do you think? Quite a story, no? "

 

 

 

 

 

I̶t̶ s̶o̶u̶n̶d̶s̶ s̶t̶u̶p̶i̶d̶

 

 

 

I̶t̶'̶s̶ c̶o̶n̶f̶u̶s̶i̶n̶g̶

 

 

 

It's. . .interesting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It is, isn't it? The ending is neither happy, nor sad, rather it feels open. Did the princess feel betrayed? Did she feel cheated because she had to sacrifice her status and possessions? Or was she relieved, thinking she is finally free from her royal duties? "

 

 

 

 

 

 

. . . . . . . 

 

 

 

“You might have already guess by now why I'm so willing to loose my life to you. I'm ill, for a very long time now. But I'm no princess like the story, nor I've been visited by a magical spirit . I don't exactly have everything; I have no big title, no untold riches. Hell, I didn't even have a 'prince' waiting for my hand in marriage or something."

 

 

 

 . . . . . . . . .. 

 

 

 

“You must be tired and hungry hearing all my yapping, huh. Sorry 'bout that.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

. . .If you could wish for something, what would it be? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The woman kept quiet and contemplated. 

 

 

 

 

“my wish. . . .well it's already pointless if I said I want to get out of this place. So, the next best thing I could think of is to have someone be by my side in my final moments. ”

 

 

 

She glances at the creature in front of her, and weakly chuckled. 

 

 

 

 

"Guess that's already handled. ”

 

 

 

 

. . . . . . . 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“For a ▒▒▒▒▒▒, you're really patient. Thank you. . . I'm ready now.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before I do that, tell me, woman, what is your name? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“m̶y̶ n̶a̶m̶e̶.̶ .̶ .̶ ”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It's a miracle! You say you've recovered overnight? It's almost as if you've never been sick you're entire life. Doesn't look it there's anymore issues, so I think you're free to go! Do you need to call someone to pick you up?”

 

 

 

 

“No need. I want to. . . surprise my family. ”

 

 

 

 

 

" Oh, okay then. Well, congratulations again on your full recovery. . . "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

" Ms. (Y/n)”

 

Notes:

Sorry if there's not enough Francis content, this is more like an orgin story of some sort. But don't worry, there will be plenty more chapters to come. P̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y̶