Human Or Doppel?| That’s Not My Neighbor| Francis Mosses X F! Reader OneShot

Human or Doppel?| That’s not my Neighbor| Francis Mosses x F! Reader OneShot

Scenario: You work at your apartment as a doorman to make sure no doppelgangers get inside the building to eat you and your neighbors. The job seemed easy at first since the Doppelgangers kept fucking up their disguises but lately...they've been getting smarter, so it's harder for you to tell apart the doppels from your actual neighbors. Which starts to make you paranoid.

One night you come home and see your husband, Francis Mosses, sitting on the couch. Your paranoia starts to come again out of nowhere and you start to suspect your husband was a doppel..." a perfect doppel". Now the question kept playing in your mind...

~Was he actually human? Or a doppelganger?~

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After another stressful day of work as a doorman, [Name] finally reaches her apartment. She unlocks the door, steps inside, and immediately spots Francis sitting on the sofa, reading a book. She remembers buzzing him in earlier, but a creeping sense of paranoia starts to settle in.

What if he was just a perfect doppelganger? Just waiting to strike…her body tenses at the thought.

Francis glances up from his book as soon as he realizes she’s home, but he can already tell something is off. “Mmm, darling? Is something wrong?” he asks, watching her carefully.

[Name] snaps out of her trance. “Oh, uhm… nothing’s wrong. Just tired from work today. Those doppelgängers are a lot of work…” She doesn’t want him to know what she’s thinking. If she tells him, and if he is a doppelgänger… she’s screwed.

Francis sets his book aside and stands up, walking toward her at a slow, deliberate pace. As he gets closer, she catches the familiar scent of warm milk on him. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “Are you sure everything’s alright?” he murmurs. “You’ve got a serious look on your face.”

[Name] forces a smile as she meets his tired eyes.“I’m fine, honey,” she lies. A whole-ass fetus could tell she was lying. She’s terrible at hiding her nerves.

Francis studies her carefully, concern settling into his features. “Mmm… you don’t look fine, darling. Are you sure nothing’s wrong?” His voice lowers. “I’m getting the feeling that you’ve been having doubts about me. About me being a doppelgänger.”

[Name] freezes. Fucking hell… how did he figure it out so fast?! “W-What? What makes you think that…?” She tries to feign innocence, but it’s useless. She’s already been caught.

Francis sighs, his expression softening as he tightens his arms around her. “Darling… the past few days, I’ve seen it in your eyes. I can tell you’ve been doubting me.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Please don’t tell me… you think I’m a doppelgänger?”

[Name] stares at him, debating whether or not to admit the truth. Francis senses her hesitation and gently lifts her chin, his eyes locking onto hers.

“Darling,” he says softly, “please don’t be afraid to tell me. I know the kind of things you deal with at work. I know how smart the doppelgängers are getting. But if that’s what’s been weighing on you… please, just say it.”

She exhales a shaky sigh and nods. “I’m sorry, Francis… it’s just—this job, these doppelgangers… they’re getting in my head. They keep getting smarter, and it’s making me paranoid.”

Francis sighs, rubbing slow circles on her back. He presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, holding her tighter. “I understand, darling. I understand your fears,” he whispers. “But I swear to you, I’m not a doppelgänger. I’m real. I’m me. I love you. I’m your husband.”

[Name] rests her head against his chest, letting herself believe him. Her paranoia had been wrong. She just needed to breathe. Francis can tell she’s overwhelmed. He runs his fingers through her hair, his voice low and soothing.

“Why don’t you forget about work for a while and just relax? I’ll make you some hot cocoa with extra chocolate milk, just the way you like it. Sound good?” She lifts her head to look at him. “Yeah… that sounds perfect. Thank you, Francis. I’m lucky to have you.”

He smiles, stroking her hair affectionately. Leaning in, he presses another soft kiss to her forehead. “Mmm… I’m the lucky one, darling. I’ll be right back with your cocoa, okay?”

She nods as he lets her go, moving to the couch while he heads to the kitchen. As Francis prepares the cocoa, he hums a quiet tune to himself, the warm scent of chocolate filling the air.

Five minutes later, he returns with a steaming mug, settling beside her. He hands it over with a smile. “Here you go, darling. Fresh hot cocoa, extra chocolate milk. Just the way you like it.”

[Name] takes the mug carefully, blowing on it before taking a sip. So good. Francis always made the best hot cocoa. “This is already making me feel better,” she murmurs. “I love you, Francis. Thank you… for everything.”

Francis smiles as he watches her relax. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Mmm… I’m so glad. I’ll always be here whenever you’re feeling nervous. I love you so much, darling… I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re everything to me.”

His words make her blush as she nuzzles into his chest, sipping her cocoa. They stay like that for the rest of the night, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

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Hope you enjoyed reading! I've been dying to make a "That's Not My Neighbor" story for a while now, and I finally made one! I would've made a twist ending, but decided to just go wholesome if that's alright.