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Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 9)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, violence, ptsd

word count: 1.100

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(f/n)'s PoV

When I returned home from work I noticed Andy's keys still in place, her car in the parking lot.

I could not help the smile at the possibility that she was already home, but was quickly disappointed when I realized that she had just run to work and forgotten her key.

With a deep sigh I made my way over to take a shower and get into some comfortable clothes.

Then I decided to start cooking as it should not be too long until Andy's shift was over.

Her tiny habit of playing Spanish music while doing chores apparently infatuating as I began dancing absentmindedly.

Just as I was finished preparing all the ingredients and ready to toss them in a pot, I heard the door ringing.

I hurried over to the door, opening it without paying another thought to it.

The smile on my face dropped as I was looking at my ex instead of current girlfriend.

Instinctively my whole body tensed up, ready to throw the door in her face.

“Why are you here? How do you even know where I live?”, I questioned, glaring at her.

“Is that any way to greet a guest?”, Kate shot back grinning.

“Leave! You have no right to be here”, I reminded her.

She attempted to make her way inside, but I blocked her way off.

“I don't like how you're treating me”, she noted, her brows furrowed.

I scoffed. “You don't like how I'm treating you? How can you even keep a straight face saying that after abusing me for months?”

“Abusing you? You can't be serious”, she brushed me off and kicked the door out of my hand.

Her reaction caught me off guard, allowing her to enter my apartment after all.

She closed the door behind her and pointed her finger at me. “You left me out of nowhere”, she accused me. “You ghosted me for months. I was trying really hard, (f/n). It's not my fault that you were such a lousy girlfriend.”

“Leave right now or I'll call the police”, I threatened her.

Ironically she took a step closer to me. “You don't have to claim to be brave now. I know your true nature”, she claimed.

Unfortunately my body simply reacted, retreating until she had cornered me against the wall.

I wanted to slap myself in the face for that. Where was my progress?

All of a sudden I was back in our old apartment, cowering in fear without being able to stand up against her and I hated myself for it.

My words were stuck in my throat as she placed her hand against the wall next to my head, trapping me further.

“See?”, she highlighted my thoughts. “You need me, (f/n). You're completely lost without me. This new life you've built up? It's a lie. You're trying to fool yourself into believing you have changed. But I know you.”

A smirk settled on her face when I did not reply in any way.

She leaned in closer, our faces barely apart. As I was staying unresponsive she captured my lips in a rough kiss, her body pressed against mine.

That finally made me snap out of my freeze.

I pushed her away as hard as I could, making her stumble a few steps backwards.

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, holding onto the wall with the other. My heart was beating so fast that I was feeling slightly dizzy.

“Get out! I don't want to see you ever again”, I exclaimed.

In the matter of a second she had crossed the room again and punched me in the face.

I barely managed to catch myself thanks to the wall, my hand automatically moving to my aching cheek.

When I was feeling something warm and wet against my fingers, I pulled my hand back to look at it.

Great! Her rings had apparently broken my skin.

“How dare you?”, she growled.

Her stare alone was enough to make fear crawl up my spine.

While she was approaching me, my mind was replaying all the self-defense moves Andy had taught me. Yet I could not move a muscle. At least none to defend myself physically.

“What are you going to do now?”, I questioned, making her stop in her tracks. “Do you want to beat me up and force me to return to you? That won't work out, Kate. I'm not going to let you hurt me again.”

“You just did”, she shot back, obviously smug. “And I bet you'll let me again.”

To underline her words she took another step forward.

I dug my nails into my palm, begging my body to move, to execute what I had trained for.

“You think I've hurt you before? That was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you now”, she threatened me. “You'll wish you had never left me.”

The ringing of the door bell took the danger off her threat.

“Is that your whore? That firefighter girl?”, Kate inquired, her voice dripping with disgust. “But if you're so close, then why's she ringing?”

“She forgot her key”, I mumbled and moved to open the door, but Kate stopped me by extending her arm.

“Where do you think you're going? We don't need her here”, Kate remarked.

“You're not ruling my life anymore”, I reminded her and continued walking despite her arm in my way.

Then I opened the door to Andy.

Her eyes lit up when she spotted me. But her features immediately darkened after seeing the blood on my face and then Kate behind me.

“Are you okay?”, she assured, her thumb gently brushing over the cut on my cheek.

I nodded, smiling to soothe her.

“Can you call the police, please?”, I whispered, quiet enough that Kate could not hear it.

Now she was the one to nod, getting inside and blocking the door while making the call.

“You bitch”, Kate cursed. “This will do nothing. You can't prove anything.”

“Then you have nothing to fear, right?”, I concluded casually.

Thanks to Andy being here now, I was feeling more confident to handle Kate.

The latter did not know about the security cameras I had placed in the apartment. I had her statement together with her violent behavior today to make my words more believable.

I was going to fight for my freedom, knowing that Andy was by my side to fight any fire ahead.

The End

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Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 8)

Chapter 1

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warnings: past domestic abuse

word count: 1.025

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Andy's PoV

“I made a decision”, (f/n) proclaimed all of a sudden while we were eating breakfast together.

We were both having a long day of work ahead of us. Since we were assuming we would not see each other again today, we at least wanted to share our first meal of the day.

“Decision about what?”, I wondered.

I could not recall us talking about anything in need of a decision lately.

“I'm gonna go see a therapist”, she enlightened me.

“Uh, yeah … well … that's great!” My initial surprise faded to make room for joy, relief and pride.

“I've been thinking about it a lot. You know … I love that you're always there for me. And I wanna continue to confide in you. But we both know you can't carry this burden alone with me.”

“It's not a burden to me”, I interrupted her.

“I know you don't see it that way. I just want to be strong enough to give you the chance to rely on me as well. I wanna support you, too”, she confessed.

I had not even known that she had been worried about that. So much about confiding in me …

No! That was not fair. She did not need to tell me about every little thought. I knew she trusted me and that she came to me if needed.

“Okay”, I remarked. “Is there anything I can do to support you? Maybe pick you up from the appointments?”

“You really don't have to”, she tried brushing me off.

That was still one of her issues. Giving up part of her independence was hard for her. I got that.

“The appointments are most likely going to upset you. I just want you to be safe. Driving in that state doesn't fit to that”, I explained.

“Okay”, she agreed. “But only when you have time. No need to switch your shifts for that.”

“We got a deal then”, I declared, shaking her hand on it.

The sound of her laughter following was the best way to start the day.

“What's got you in such a great mood?”, Maya questioned shortly after I had arrived at work.

“What kinda question is that? We all know it's (f/n)”, Vic pointed out with a grin and a little teasing dance.

I did not even want to deny it. She was right after all and there was no reason to hide it.

“Is there anything I need to know?”, Maya questioned.

“I just like the way she's taking care of herself”, I remarked.

Telling Maya the details was not up to me.

“Oh, so she told you?”, Maya inquired.

“Wait, wha...? Did she ask you for help?”, I assumed.

She nodded, smiling proudly.

I scoffed, reciprocating her smile nevertheless. “I can't believe I didn't notice.”

“She wanted to surprise you”, Maya enlightened me.

“Worked out pretty well”, I remarked.

The siren interrupted our conversation, calling us off to a minor house fire without much damage.

Over the course of the next weeks a new routine settled in.

It was a huge process when (f/n) started therapy, the emotional roller coaster returning.

One time she told me about her sessions in detail, other times she isolated herself or even snapped at me.

After a while I joined one of her sessions and it felt like our relationship had evolved into a way deeper and steadier one afterwards.

Today however was supposed to be our little celebration. Pride parade was on, meaning we had a lot of work to do in the city instead of at the station.

(f/n) had volunteered to accompany us to share the experience with us.

Before meeting her I had always pictured myself as straight. Of course I had questioned my sexuality back in my teen years, but then I had brushed it off as the usual phase of getting to know yourself in puberty.

How wrong I had been!

This pride parade was special to me.

I had always been a supporter of the LGBTQ+-community. With Maya and Carina as my friends it had already gotten more personal.

To be honest it was feeling a little weird to acknowledge that I was more than an ally now. Especially due to some people of the community being very expressive and out of the box.

Somehow it also hurt more that random people showed up to protest against us.

But in the end we all had our own little party together at the station, celebrating in a more intimate and comfortable manner.

I was absolutely drunk by midnight, barely remembering what had happened after that.

“You don't remember sparring with Jack?”, (f/n) questioned the next morning, or rather noon.

“What?”, I shot back confused, my head killing me.

“Jack claimed that you were too drunk to stand a chance against him, especially after you fell off the couch”, she pointed out.

“I did what? You really need to stop me from drinking too much next time”, I claimed.

“Where's the fun in that?”, she teased me. “You asked me out like … four times and called out how lucky you were when I took you home.”

We both broke out in laughter.

“When I tried to remind you that you're my girlfriend, you were amazed how quickly you had won me over. You were actually really clingy”, she proposed.

I hid my face in my hands to prevent her from seeing my blushed cheeks. This was proof how badly I had fallen for her. Apparently my love for her had not faltered since the beginning. I had behaved like a teenager.

I could feel her hand on my shoulder, making me look up at her despite my slight embarrassment.

“I love that side of you”, she reassured me. “I want to get to know every side of you I can.”

I cupped her cheek with my hand and pulled her in for a soft kiss.

“I love you, too”, I whispered.

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Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 7)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: mentions of abuse

word count: 1.539

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(f/n)'s PoV

The New Year had been rolling in quicker than expected.

For the first time in a while I had actually enjoyed the holidays.

We had all celebrated Christmas Eve together at the fire station, exchanging past Christmas stories and playing games together, while eating cookies.

New Years Eve was not much different, except for the cookies.

Now we were all back to our busy schedules, although I did not mind it all that much.

Since Andy had officially become my girlfriend, life had gotten easier.

Day to day my doubts were fading more to the background and I could just enjoy being with her.

Stepping into station 19 that day months ago had been the best decision I had ever made.

I had not just escaped Kate, but gained a sense of belonging. People who truly cared about me and were supporting me any time.

It also worked the other way around, of course.

Whenever they needed help at the station, I jumped in.

Just like today.

We were doing the stocktaking for the clinic and since the team was also busy reacting to their siren, I had volunteered to help them out.

After all I was not working this weekend anyway. So why would I decline a chance to be around Andy and my friends?

“What would we do without you?”, Andy whispered into my ear before kissing my cheek.

I chuckled at her behavior, pulling her close.

My plan to kiss her was interrupted by the siren, making us groan in unison.

“I won't forget where we left off”, she promised as she was already running to the fire pole.

I smiled to myself and continued counting our medical supplies, writing it down diligently.

After a while I headed to the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water.

I figured Vic could need some tea. So I made her a cup and headed down to the reception.

Vic was down with a cold, not bad enough to knock her out, but enough to make her stick to the desk.

“You're an angel”, she proclaimed as I placed the cup onto the desk.

We both turned our head at the sound of the door opening.

While Vic greeted the person wholeheartedly, I felt my body tensing up.

Kate halted when she saw me, her frozen expression quickly replaced by a grin.

Vic immediately noticed the shift in mood, looking between us as if she could solve the riddle like that.

“What are you doing here?”, I questioned

My eyes were not leaving her frame for a second, ready to react to every tiny shift in her body language.

“I was just bringing over my smoke detector. For some reason it's not working properly anymore”, she claimed.

“You knew I was here today. How?”, I inquired.

Suddenly she started laughing. “Why would I care?”

Saying I was uneasy would be a huge understatement.

“I think you should go”, Vic suggested.

“What? Why? I didn't do anything”, Kate resisted. “Aren't you supposed to serve your community?”

“Leave the smoke detector and return later to pick it up”, Vic instructed her.

“You know what? Forget it”, Kate raged and stormed out of the station.

I was still frozen in place, staring at the door in fear of her return.

“Hey, it's okay”, Vic soothed me.

She was standing in front of me, but not touching me in any way.

Instead she opened her arms in a silent offer.

Her embrace was calming and giving me strength and confidence at the same time.

Since meeting her I had always admired Vic for her emotional intelligence and strength.

“How are you?”, she asked me after a few minutes, after letting me go and making sure I sat down.

No 'Are you okay?', but the sincere question how exactly I was feeling. An invitation to let go.

“Thank you”, I whispered.

She placed her hand on my shoulder with a smile. “You're family now. Of course, I have your back. We all do.”

Her words were taking off the lid of bottled-up emotions I did not know I had.

My tears started streaming with no prior warning.

Vic crouched down in front of me, leaving her hand on my shoulder until I had calmed down again.

“That was Kate. My ex”, I enlightened her. “She …”

Why could I not bring myself to say it out loud? That she had abused me.

Vic's hold on me was slightly tighter for a few seconds, her jaw clenched and eyes shut.

Apparently I did not need to say it out loud for her to get it.

I quickly wiped my tear stains away when I noticed that the team was returning.

“Do you want the others to know, so that we can send her away if she ever shows up again? Or do you want me to keep it to myself?”, Vic wondered.

I shook my head. “I dunno yet.”

She nodded at my answer, accepting it without another word.

The others were luckily too invested in their conversation to acknowledge us as they were passing by. Except Andy.

Her smile faltered when she got a proper look at me.

“What happened?”, she worried, approaching us instead of following the rest of the team.

“Kate was here”, I simply stated.

Vic moved aside to give Andy some space to take my hand and cup my cheek.

“Did she do anything?”

Her eyes were scanning me for any sign of an injury. I was sure she had noticed my red eyes long ago.

“Vic sent her away”, I proposed. “I'm okay. Just a bit unsettled to see her.”

The tension in Andy's body faded at my words.

“Okay”, she mumbled. “Is there any way I can help?”

“You already are”, I mumbled, placing my hand over the one that was cupping my cheek.

I smiled softly at her before letting go of her and standing up to retreat to one of the bedrooms.

My mind was spinning with countless thoughts, memories and possible future scenarios molding into an invisible nightmare.

I was trying to focus on my breathing while my heart and mind were racing.

A knock on the door snapped me out of it.

To my surprise it was not just Andy, but also Maya.

“Can we come in?,” my girlfriend questioned.

I nodded, wondering why she had brought her best friend.

“I love you”, Andy proposed.

Despite the situation I could not help my genuine smile.

“And I think it's time for you to get professional help. You don't have to work through this on your own”, she considered.

Professional help? Why was she bringing that up now, in front of Maya as well?

The latter decided to chime in now: “Andy didn't tell me anything specific about your situation. But I had my suspicions way before Andy did. You know … it took me a long time to see that I was abused. By my father. He had been manipulating me for so long that I couldn't see it. I almost destroyed myself and all my relationships before accepting help. I don't want the same to happen to you.”

“You were …? I had no idea”, I stated.

“I just want to offer my help. If you want to get in touch with a good therapist or just to talk to someone who understand, I'm here”, she noted. “Just think about it.”

With those words she left Andy and me alone.

“I hope you aren't mad at me ...”

I interrupted her: “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Overstepping, I guess?”, she assumed.

I shook my head. “No, of course not. I appreciate it.”

We laid down together and I let her hold me. It almost made me cry again. Apparently I was way more emotional than I had always thought.

“Kate isn't my biggest fear”, I admitted.

“What is it then?”, she inquired.

“Losing you. And with you all my friends because they were yours first. I'd be all alone again”, I pointed out, shivering at the mere thought of losing everything I had just built up.

“Not even talking about the fact that I wanna stay with you for as long as you let me. But the others won't leave you because of a break-up. Well … as long as you don't turn into a bitch”, she joked. “They wouldn't have to choose sides. You'd still be welcome here.”

“I still can't believe how much my life changed in the matter of a few months”, I considered.

“It's because you've been working really hard for it”, Andy reminded me. “You earned it for yourself. And you definitely deserve it all. Especially me.”

Her grin underlining her last statement was making me laugh before diving in to kiss her.

The siren was interrupting our make-out session though.

After a few more minutes of collecting myself, I made my way back out to continue my work.

Kate would not keep me from living my life anymore.

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The Price Of Family - Draco Malfoy x sister reader (Part 5)

Part 1

Previous Part

warnings: mentions of abuse

word count: 806

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(f/n)'s PoV

By the time Bellatrix allowed me to retreat to my room on the first night at her place I was utterly exhausted.

First the train ride, then settling at home, the fight with my family and ending up here. It had all been way too much to handle.

Honestly I was scared.

This had just been the first day of weeks ahead of me. How was I supposed to get through this?

At least I had my own room. The only positive thing I could picture right now.

As I was laying in bed waiting for sleep to overcome me, I was thinking of Fred and George.

I imagined how my holidays would be if I was spending them with the twins instead of my aunt. Exact opposites.

I could not help but smile when I considered us pranking their siblings. Enjoying the homemade meals of their mom. Sitting together, talking and laughing until late in the night.

Afterwards Luna popped into my mind.

Spending my holidays with her would probably blow my mind. Every day I would hear of a new crazy enlightenment on her side.

We would go on little adventures, daydream while watching the clouds pass by.

I decided to picture those little dreams every night before falling asleep, to look forward to my next school year.

My time here had a deadline. I only had to make it through the next few weeks and I would be free for a while.

I was clinging to that hope as I was drifting off to sleep.

However my sleep did not last long.

Two tiny hands were shaking me awake.

I was drowsy with sleep, trying to recognize the creature next to me. It was another house elf. Knowing Bellatrix they probably had no name.

“Hey. What do you need?”, I wondered sleepily.

Instead of answering the elf bowed and disappeared again.

I was wondering about their strange behavior, but fell asleep again soon after closing my eyes. The exhaustion was working well apparently.

Nevertheless it did not take me long to wake up again by the same source.

That happened over and over again, no matter how many times I asked the elf what was up without getting any reply.

By the time morning came I did not want to get up.

My motivation was low anyway, considering my situation. But now I was almost more tired than last night.

I could barely grasp a clear thought.

“Good morning”, Bellatrix greeted me enthusiastically. “How was your first night?”

“Fine”, I lied.

There was a knowing grin on her lips, but I would not play her little game.

My whole body was heavy, my elbow and cheek probably bruised. But that was nothing I was not used to. From time to time Father had tried to discipline me, too, after all.

“Are you hungry yet?”, my aunt inquired.

I had not been aware of it, but after going to bed without lunch my stomach started growling at the mere thought of food.

So I nodded.

“The house elves are ready to serve you at any time. But only if you treat them properly. I had a talk with them, making sure they got the message”, she enlightened me.

Rage was burning its way through my body. Why would you hurt anyone, especially without any reason?

“It's not that hard, dear. This is just about proper language. Stop the requests and start the demands”, she proposed.

I snapped my fingers to call a house elf. This was not going to end if I did not start it.

In the matter of a second an unfamiliar house elf appeared in front of me.

How many elves lived here?

“I want you to bring me some food”, I enlightened the creature.

It was feeling wrong to talk down on them instead of crouching down, my words sounding too harsh in my own ears.

The elf bowed their head in front of me, but did not move.

“That's no order”, Bellatrix pointed out.

I sighed in frustration. This was nonsense!

But there was surely worse ahead of me and I could not endure all of this on an empty stomach.

“Go and bring me food”, I ordered the elf, my voice calm despite my words.

They did not move.

Bellatrix scoffed at my meek demand, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Go and bring me food”, I repeated, my voice stronger this time.

Finally the elf vanished.

“So you're able to learn after all”, Bellatrix noted.

Her words were scaring me. What if she changed me without me noticing, one bit at a time?

From that moment on I decided to deny her.

I did not make an order to her elves again.

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Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 6)

Chapter 1

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warnings: none

word count: 1.081

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Andy's PoV

After our talk (f/n) and I were beginning to get more relaxed around each other again, teasing around and having fun.

At the same time we had somehow reached a turning point.

We were now also vending to the other if we had a tough day. No matter what happened at the station my first urge was to tell (f/n) about it.

I was also continuing her fighting training now. Hence she was coming over to the station several times a week after work.

Despite my desire to talk about it, I had not told anyone at the station about (f/n)'s past relationship. It was up to her to do that.

I was also keeping myself from pressuring her.

I pulled back when I wanted to kiss her. I kept my touches short and subtle.

Yet the others could not bite their tongue, teasing us non-stop.

They grinned at us when we were cooking, laughing and dancing together.

They encouraged us to finally get it together when we ended up too close for way too long.

And worst of all they were always bringing her up when she was not around.

I had asked (f/n) if she wanted me to tell them to stop. But apparently she did not mind.

So I was the only one going crazy, trying to laugh their remarks off.

Maybe because I was yearning for her so badly.

By now Christmas time was rolling around and we were all busy setting up decorations at the station, Carina and (f/n) helping out as well.

I noticed how close the two had gotten since (f/n) had started working at Grey-Sloan.

There was a small pang of jealousy whenever Carina was the one making her laugh instead of me, but all in all I was glad that (f/n) was back at making friends.

Seeing her happy always made my heart flutter in the best way.

“You've fallen so badly for her”, Maya noted.

Obviously she had caught me staring.

I groaned in frustration. “I know.”

I was way past the point of denying anything.

“Is she still closing herself off? Because it doesn't look like it when I see you two together”, Maya proposed.

“No. We talked and are finally back to being comfortable. I just don't want to pressure her”, I confessed.

“It's been months”, Maya reminded us. “Few of your relationships even lasted that long.”

I faked to be hurt by her statement.

"Just saying", she added. “I'm glad you finally found someone. I just hope it all ends the way you want. You deserve it.”

“Thanks, Maya”, I replied softly, pulling her in for a hug.

“Are we interrupting?”, Carina questioned with a smug smile, arms crossed in front of her chest.

(f/n) was standing right beside her, mirroring the Italian.

“Never”, Maya uttered while letting go of me and approaching her wife instead.

“We were just gonna get more decorations”, (f/n) enlightened me.

“Sure. Come on! I'll show you where you can find them”, I offered.

She did not need to be told twice.

“I love being here”, (f/n) stated on the way. “It's always so lively and positive. The best place to improve your mood.”

“Or to go crazy”, I joked.

Her laugh was echoing off the walls. “I know, right?”

I took a look at the rest of the boxes, trying to find the one with most of the decorations for the kitchen. Of course it was on the top shelf.

I managed to pull it down, but it would have fallen if (f/n) had not supported me last second.

“Thanks”, she remarked with a chuckle, taking the box from me.

Since beginning her training with me she had gotten pretty strong, considering how easily she was carrying the box.

After watching her walk off I got another box for myself.

It was insane how much decoration you needed for such a huge place.

I joined Jack for decorating the reception.

Luckily it was a calm day, although I did not dare to say that out loud.

We managed to finish decorating without any interruptions.

In the end we all gathered in the kitchen due to the smell of the Christmas cookies Carina and (f/n) were baking together.

Looking at it all, the room had a different aura. The decoration was beautifully set and slowly the Christmas mood was settling, combined with the smell, laughter and Christmas music in the background.

From time to time we had to head to an emergency after all.

When we returned (f/n) and Carina would have another bunch of Christmas cookies ready, knowing how quickly they would be demolished.

Close to the end of the shift we were called to a car accident that was physically and mentally draining.

Fortunately everyone survived. But the shift definitely ended with a bang.

I decided to take a shower before heading home, knowing that I would skip it if I waited too long.

Then I made my way to another cookie to get the energy to make it to my bed.

To my surprise (f/n) was still in the kitchen, hurrying over to me before I could make it to her.

“You look exhausted”, she worried.

“Just tired”, I assured her. “I thought you would've left by now.”

“I was waiting for you”, she admitted, a soft smile adorning her face.

How could I not reciprocate it?

She placed her arms around my neck, the closeness making my mind go crazy.

“You know … I think we've waited long enough”, she whispered. “I never managed to catch you in the right moment.”

What was she talking about?

Her smile widened as she signaled me to look up.

A mistletoe.

“I hung it up there”, she clarified.

I grinned at her, still slightly in disbelief.

“You mean it?”, I reassured, not wanting to be rejected again.

“Absolutely”, she promised and pulled me in for a kiss.

It was gentle and slow in the beginning, like we had all the time in the world.

But the longer it lasted, the deeper it turned.

I …

“Finally!”, Vic screamed through the whole building. “Guys, you're missing out!”

(f/n) pulled away with a blush, hiding her face in my neck.

Meanwhile I could not help but laugh.

I was definitely gonna make sure to lure (f/n) under this mistletoe whenever she was around.

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The Price Of Family - Draco Malfoy x sister reader (Part 4)

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warnings: angst, mentions of child abuse, yk umbridge

word count: 718

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George's PoV

I had really been looking forward to school this year.

Pretty ironic considering that Fred and I both did not enjoy the strict atmosphere all that much.

But this was our last year and I could not wait to be finished.

The break had been torn between awesome and horrifying.

The situation in the wizarding world was escalating, the mood absolutely tense and gloomy.

Therefore and for the fact that we were finally adults, Fred and I had used the permission to use our magic at any time for our advantage to prank our family and the members of the Order of Phoenix.

Who could blame us?

Now we had been all ready to establish our brand of joke articles and meanwhile finish our education to actually get started on the life we wanted to live.

Well, that had been the plan.

But there were two major things standing in the way of enjoying our last year, except the final exams.

Firstly there was a pink psychopath taking over the school, who was also known as Dolores Umbridge.

She made us break our personal detention record for the first two weeks back at school.

She somehow managed to bring down the mood even more than it already was with the controversy of Voldemort glooming over our heads.

Every attempt to make the other students laugh and cheer them up resulted in more pain for us.

Of course we still persevered. The day they took our ability to bring light to the people would be the day we lost a huge part of ourselves.

But from time to time I had to hold Fred back from being too reckless and get us expelled close to our graduation.

Secondly (f/n) had suddenly stopped talking to us.

When we had approached her she had just told us to leave her alone and then left without another word.

So we had tried another way. Uniting over a prank.

We hexed her drink to turn her skin purple.

But instead of laughing and planning how to use it more efficiently, she glared at us.

“What's up with her?”, Fred wondered.

“She's definitely changed”, I agreed.

But why?

“We can't just let her off the hook”, Fred decided.

I suggested to talk to her again.

But when that did not work out, Fred took it into his own hands and introduced our new products to her. By using them on her.

Despite that she still refused to acknowledge us.

Until we all ended up in detention for breaking the rules.

For once (f/n) was actually just a victim and not our accomplice and it was making me feel guilty.

She did not seem like the cunning and passionate girl we used to know.

Since the school year had started she was wearing a poker face, barely talking to anyone at all.

She was hiding behind her books, apparently keen on getting good grades instead of standing up for her beliefs and having fun.

“(f/n), I'm sorry”, I proposed once we had left Umbridge's office.

In contrast to her I was holding my slightly bleeding hand to alleviate the pain.

“Just stop pulling me into your shit”, she mumbled and turned to walk off.

But Fred grabbed her wrist to stop her. “What's wrong? You're off”, he pointed out.

“We're worried”, I chimed in.

“What's wrong with you? This is your last year and you're throwing it away for some stupid pranks. I'm not like you. I'm planning on actually graduating next year”, she proclaimed.

“What happened?”, Fred insisted.

She forcefully pulled her arm away. “Do whatever you want, but leave me out of it.”

Her words were sending shivers down my back.

This was not (f/n). Her voice was so cold that it was painful to witness.

How could one person change so much in the matter of a few weeks?

“We need to do something”, Fred stated after (f/n) had left.

“I know”, I remarked.

My twin sighed, moving his hand through his hair. “I don't know what to do though.”

“I only have one thing in mind. But I'm sure you won't like it”, I enlightened him.

“What is it?”, he inquired.

“Let's talk to her brother.”

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Home - Kohaku x fem reader

summary: (f/n)'s been traveling her whole life, no place to actually call her home. Little did she know that her one year in Japan would actually turn into thousands.

warnings: none

word count: 1.367

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The first few seconds back in the light were actually dark.

It was so bright outside, my eyes not used to the light, that I could not see.

When I was finally able to perceive my environment I recognized a familiar face right in front of me.

“Ukyo?”, I wondered.

He explained the whole situation to me.

That humanity had been petrified and over 3000 years had passed. That they were trying to rebuild society, get back every single person that was still petrified and that they wanted to face the people behind the petrification on the moon.

They had decided to wake me up for my language skills as they were about to sail around the world to gather materials and establish societies there.

It was all a lot to take in.

Luckily they all granted me the time and space I needed while preparing for the long journey.

At some point I decided to help them out and got to know them all.

But I was still mainly talking to Ukyo. He was the only thing that had stayed from my old life. Hence he was giving me a sense of safety and stability in this new, unknown and ever changing era.

But on the ship all of that changed.

He had to be observant of our surroundings at all times, meaning that he did not have any capacity to talk to me.

Therefore I was standing alone at the railing, watching the endless blue of the sea.

“Hey”, a soft voice ripped me out of my thoughts.

I had not even noticed Kohaku approaching me.

“I think this is the first time I'm seeing you without Ukyo”, she noted.

I could not help but smile. “This obvious, huh?”

She chuckled slightly. “It's crazy to consider that you all had a life before this”, she proposed. “Life in this stone world is all we've ever known.”

“I can't imagine. It sure seems peaceful though. To live in a world where you don't have to rush all the time”, I thought out loud.

“I guess you could say that. But life's become more exciting since Senku joined us”, Kohaku proclaimed.

“That's not hard to imagine”, I declared. “You don't have any chance to get bored when he's around.”

“How do you know Ukyo?”, Kohaku questioned.

Her words took me off guard.

“We lived next doors. What a coincidence, huh? I was only supposed to stay in Japan for a year. But now it's been thousands”, I realized.

“You're not from Japan?”, Kohaku inquired shocked.

I shook my head. “I've been traveling with my parents my whole life because of their job. So I don't really have one place to call home. I figured why not continue that lifestyle. I didn't expect to end up on this ship though.”

Her eyes were glowing with awe. “You must've seen so much then”, she pointed out.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that”, I agreed.

“Can you tell me?”, she requested.

I could not help but smile at her excitement.

So for the rest of our journey I told her about my life. Well, when we did have any time for that anyway.

She also told me about hers which was almost the exact opposite.

I enjoyed listening to her and I loved the way she was intensely focused when I was telling her of places that were most likely long lost.

On a particularly stormy day out on the sea we were all rushing around to get back to safety.

I ended up dripping wet and decided to change clothes before I returned back to the deck.

“What song is that?”, Kohaku wondered, startling me to no end.

“What?”, I mumbled back.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you”, she apologized, sending me a timid smile and placing her hand on my shoulder.

Her touch was making me yearn to get closer to her. But I resisted.

“No, it's fine. My head's just in the clouds sometimes”, I admitted with a chuckle.

Her smile grew into a grin for a second and then into a bright smile as she was taking her hand away.

I was missing her warmth already.

“I was just asking about the song you were singing”, she returned back to the initial topic.

“Oh, I was singing?”, I questioned.

Now she broke out into laughing. “Pretty much all the time”, she enlightened me.

I could feel the heat rushing up to my face. “I didn't even notice. Is it annoying? My parents couldn't stand my constant singing. It was driving them crazy.”

“I love your singing. Can you teach me some of the songs?”, she suggested.

“Of course”, I agreed abashed.

Now that we had talked about it, I noticed how she was often stopping in her tracks when she caught me singing.

Sometimes her eyes would close for a few seconds before she realized and got back to her work.

I started singing her favorite songs when she was around and ended up singing with her almost every day. Although she did persuade me to sing on my own most of the time.

One night we fell asleep on the deck like that. We woke up cuddled against each other, a blanket protecting us from the rash winds out here.

I wondered who had seen us like this and been considerate enough to bring us a blanket instead of leaving us or waking us up.

When Kohaku woke up as well, I could not help blushing as I was feeling her body against mine.

Meanwhile she simply smiled at me, still sleepy.

She did not make a big deal out of it. But she did get more comfortable being close to me.

She started placing her head on my shoulder or playing with my hand when I was talking to her or singing for her.

She was getting me my rations of food, so I would not have to wait in line.

I also caught her taking a glimpse at me every so often while we were working.

Nevertheless I could not actually consider that she might be having the same feelings I had.

My mind was telling me that she was only interested in me because of my life in modern civilization she had never had the chance to experience.

Yet another part of me was aware that there were way more people than just myself who could tell her about the old world.

Senku had way more knowledge. Ryusui more adventures to talk about.

And I barely knew about the lives of the other people on the ship.

“What are you thinking about?”, Kohaku inquired.

The smile on her face was making my heart flutter and my mind go numb.

“Nothing really”, I brushed it off.

She joined me at the railing, my eyes up at the stars shining above us.

Well, I was trying to look at them but the clouds were not willing to let me see them.

I could feel Kohaku's fingers brushing against mine on the railing.

“It won't be long until we arrive. I can't believe we've made it this far”, she stated.

“Okay, I can believe it because of Senku, but it's a lot to take in”, she corrected herself.

Her chuckle brought a smile to my face and before I could overthink it I took a step closer to her, our shoulders bumping softly into each other while my hand landed on hers.

“Sometimes I still can't believe that so much has changed”, I confessed. “But right now I'm glad to be standing here with you.”

Her eyes were wide as she was turning around to face me.

“Thank you for getting to know me”, I proposed.

It was hard to say it out loud and at the same time it was so easy with her.

Suddenly Kohaku closed the gap between us, her lips landing on mine.

In that moment I was sure that in this new world, I was finally going to find my home. With her.

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My first Kohaku Oneshot! I'm pretty excited about it, i dunno.

I was always thinking that I'd be bringing music into the stone world if i was there because i just can't stop singing. It's like breathing. So i at least wanted to write about it.

I hope you liked. Feel free to make suggestions for more Kohaku works.

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Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 5)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: mentions of abuse

word count: 1.198

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(f/n)'s PoV

I did not like how things had turned out lately. I knew that Andy was not content with the situation either. Somehow we had lost our easy playfulness along the way and I hated that.

So I had a little surprise for her today after work.

I was home before her, at my place this time, and made her favorite food for dinner.

When she opened the door, with her own key by now, she appeared upset. One more reason to cheer her up.

“Hey, Andy! You hungry?”, I greeted her, taking her jacket and then leading her over to the dinner table.

As soon as we were both set, she started a hesitant conversation, the food still untouched.

“Actually I wanted to talk to you”, she broke the silence.

The tone of her voice was making me anxious.

“Did I do anything wrong? I know I've been a little set on doing the chores. But I'm working on it. Look.”

I handed her a sheet of paper which contained a plan for doing the chores to divide it evenly.

“You were worried about it?”, she wondered.

“Of course. I want you to feel comfortable”, I stated.

Suddenly she had tears in her eyes.

“I'm sor...”

She interrupted me: “Do you feel comfortable?”

Her question took me completely off guard.

As I was too baffled to reply she continued: “Because it doesn't seem like it anymore. You're always so cautious around me nowadays.”

“I know. I … I didn't mean to”, I admitted.

It was just getting harder every day not to love her, but loving her scared the hell out of me.

“I've been through a lot, you know. My life pretty much consisted of losing the people I loved, one way or another. It's just … I don't want to lose anymore because I can't commit. I'm fully in. And I know you want to be, too. I can feel it. But there's just this barrier between us that we didn't even create. And I want to tear it down together. If you want to”, she proposed. “I can't lose you, (f/n). Why are you pushing me away?”

She was sincere about it. The desperation and tears in her eyes were telling me. My gut was telling me. It hurt to believe it. That the truth Kate had worked hard for me to believe might be wrong. That there was someone who truly loved me. That I was not repulsive.

Suddenly I felt Andy's hand on mine. Her touch was always so gentle and warm. Such a huge contrast.

“I didn't want to make you cry”, she pointed out.

Her voice sounded raspy, strained by her own emotions.

I quickly wiped my tears away, feeling guilty for making it so tough for her.

“It's not you, Andy. Or maybe it is. But in a good way”, I enlightened her.

She smiled softly at me.

The food was long forgotten.

“It's just so hard and it shouldn't be. Kate fucked me up so badly”, I confessed. “It feels like she put my heart in chains and every time my feelings for you grow, my heart gets bruised by the chains, trying to break free.”

Andy stood up and led us over to the couch, pulling me into her arms.

There it was again. I loved it when she was holding me. Yet it felt like I was about to burn her up. Like I did not deserve her and this was all a sick joke to her.

“It's okay”, she soothed me. “I won't leave unless you want me to. What did Kate do?”

I knew that it was an offer, not a demand to answer her question.

Despite all the ways my body was resisting, I really wanted to give myself a chance to trust Andy. I did not want Kate to control me for the rest of my life.

Moving out and breaking up with her had been the first major steps to move on. But there was still more work to do.

“It's just so much. I don't even know where to start”, I realized overwhelmed.

Andy was tracing lazy patterns on my back, which was surprisingly grounding.

“She slowly pulled me out of my life. Persuaded me to stop working. Instead expected me to do all the chores. I expected myself to do all the chores because that was the only work that was left for me to do”, I recalled. “Whenever she wasn't content with my work or I hadn't been fast enough, she insulted me. Sometimes yelled at me. Or got physical.”

Andy's hold on me grew slightly tighter. “She hit you?!”

Her voice was shockingly calm, still in disbelief.

“At first it was mostly emotional, but yeah in the end she hit me pretty much every day”, I revealed.

“Is that why you wanted to learn how to fight?”, she wondered.

I nodded against her. “I was sick of being a punching bag. The time at the station reminded me of the life I wanted to live.”

I looked up at her.

She seemed to be lost in thought until realization struck her face. “Wait! The day we first met in the clinic. Did she do that?”

“You still remember that?”, I noted.

“Of course! Something about you drew me in right away. I asked Carina about you afterwards, but she told me you had fallen against a table. That much I already knew”, she remembered.

“It wasn't a total lie. Kate may have pushed me though”, I alluded.

Andy's jaw was tense. She was most likely fighting hard to contain herself. I knew how impulsive she could be.

“I want to trust you, Andy”, I proposed. “I really do.”

“I get it”, she assured me. “And you must be scared to try it. But it's different from before.”

“I know you ...”

“No this isn't about me”, she interrupted me. “You're stronger now, (f/n). Despite all the odds stacked against you, you managed to break free. Even if I was a danger to you, although I'm feeling the urge to throw up by even considering hurting you, you could leave me anytime. You did it once. You can do it again. You deserve to believe in yourself again.”

Her words were drawing me in.

“She's manipulating you”, my brain attempted persuading me. “She wants to give you a sense of control to lull you in.”

“Shut up!”

Only when I looked up at Andy's furrowed brows and her glassy eyes I realized that I had said that out loud.

Immediately I shook my head. “Not you”, I clarified. “My brain's driving me crazy.”

“It's okay. How about watching a movie and eating in front of the TV today?”, she suggested.

She was giving me more time to think after waiting for months.

I did not feel like I deserved her. Yet there was nothing more I wanted than to be with her.

Maybe a movie was a good choice for now.

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Kohaku - Dr. Stone

I'm currently watching the new season of Dr. Stone. Well, I'm at the last episode of season 3. So I'm actually just gonna start the new season soon. (Hadn't watched season 3 until now).

And y'all can't tell me that I'm the only one who can't get Kohaku out of their mind. I mean ... she's cute and strong and empathetic and kind and smart ... (I could go on and on about this).

Now I just want to read some wholesome stuff about her, especially x fem reader. But I can barely find anything at all and it's so frustrating!

Is anyone with me?

I guess I'll have to write for her myself. (Which i kinda always end up with)

So if you feel like me, please let me know. I'll consider uploading my writing for her if you're interested. She definitely deserves more love. Suggestions for oneshots or scenarios with her are highly appreciated!

I just had to rant about it.

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Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: hints of past abuse

word count: 1.683

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Andy's PoV

I could not sleep that night.

Had I pushed her into kissing me? But it felt like she had initiated it.

Had she realized she did not like me after all?

The thought was churning my stomach.

Had I imagined the positive tension between us?

The giddy feeling inside of me had definitely been real.

With her it was feeling different. It felt like I had never been in love before.

“What's up? Not successful yesterday?”, Sully wondered.

“You know about it?”, I noted.

“Hughes knows”, he reminded me.

Perfect explanation.

“It's complicated”, I brushed it off.

“How so?”, he questioned, taking a sip of his protein shake.

“It was all going well. We kissed. And then she basically closed the door in my face”, I enlightened him.

“Ouch”, he remarked.

“Yeah ...”, I agreed.

I sighed. “I dunno what to do. Do you think she'll still show up for the clinic?”

“You know her. She wouldn't let us down, no matter her feelings”, he considered.

“Yeah, because she's great and I … ugh!” I took a deep breath to calm myself. “I'll go help set everything up.”

I stopped in my tracks when I spotted (f/n) walking by with Carina. The two seemed to come along well. I wondered if (f/n) had told her anything about us.

I shook the thought out of my head and began helping the others.

Jack and Warren were already deeply focused while Vic and Travis were joking around.

“Hey, Andy.” (f/n)'s voice ripped me out of my thoughts.

Where had she come from all of a sudden?

“I know everyone's busy, but can we talk for a few minutes?”, she requested.

“Sure”, I agreed immediately, hoping that my countless questions would be finding an answer.

After settling on the couch together, she took a deep breath while fidgeting with her hands.

“I'm sorry for yesterday. For the way I treated you especially, but also for kissing you”, she proposed.

The pain in my chest was immediate.

“Don't get me wrong”, she quickly added, finally meeting my eyes. “I do like you. But I'm not ready for it. I'm not even sure if you wanted it. I … I'm so sorry. I dunno what's gotten over me.”

I gently placed my hand on hers. “It's okay to be confused and overwhelmed. Just so you know … I did enjoy our kiss. But we can go back to being friends for now if that's what you're comfortable with”, I suggested.

“Thank you”, she whispered.

I pulled her into my arms because she appeared like she urgently needed a hug. She had probably not gotten any more sleep than I had.

Our relationship was not at the point I wanted yet. But at least knew that it may be some day.

Back down at the clinic the mood was fantastic and we were ready to chime in.

I lost myself in my work, in a positive way of course.

After having the conversation with (f/n) I was feeling more rooted, able to focus again.

The clinic was busy today and it was a welcome change compared to our usual work, which I still loved dearly of course.

Just as I was about to look after the next patient I noticed (f/n) refilling some stuff while another woman was talking to her.

Sure, nothing out of the ordinary, but (f/n)'s body language was.

Her whole body was tense as if she was trying to shrink into herself. In one word: defensive. I did not like seeing her like that.

So I made my way over.

“Hey, (f/n). Need any help with that?”, I offered, pointing at the bandages.

For a second relief flooded her image. “Sounds great actually”, she remarked.

Then she turned back to the other person. “Kate, I told you I need to work. And I don't wanna see you anyway”, (f/n) clarified.

I had heard that name before. But in what context?

“I wouldn't need to bother to come here if you just answered my calls or told me where you live. You could also come over. Come on! I just wanna talk”, Kate proclaimed.

“But I don't. Just leave me alone”, (f/n) demanded.

“Since when are you such a bitch?”, she growled, staring her down.

But (f/n) did not take it. Some part of me was proud of her for it.

She stood up tall when she replied: “Since I finally broke free from you.”

The anger was basically radiating off of Kate, alarming my senses as a first responder.

Luckily she seemed to be able to contain herself and left with a quiet “whatever”.

(f/n) let out a deep breath.

“You okay?”, I reassured.

She nodded. “Sorry you had to see that”, she noted.

“It's not you who made a scene. Was that your ex?”, I wondered.

“Yeah. She's been texting and calling me nonstop, begging me to return to her. She always does that. But I won't budge this time”, (f/n) stated determined.

“I'm here if you need any help, even if it's just talking”, I promised.

“Thank you”, she stated with a soft smile.

Damn! How much I loved that smile. My body was longing for just another kiss, although I knew it was inappropriate.

Getting back to working did help with those urges.

After the shift we all ate together in the kitchen. The usual chaos of everyone chatting at once, enveloping us in laughter.

“I told you! She really thought she had a tick under her arm. But it was just a lint”, Vic exclaimed.

“I still can't believe that”, Maya shot back as everyone had burst into laughter.

“You have no idea how hard it was not to laugh straight in her face. I think I deserve some recognition for that”, Vic declared.

“I definitely couldn't have”, I agreed. “My weirdest case today was someone who asked me if hourglasses were dangerous because they were made out of glass. Honestly I have no idea why he even came to the clinic for that.”

“As if the internet didn't exist”, Travis chimed in.

“Or rational thinking”, Warren considered.

When the shift was over and we settled to go home, I sprinted over to (f/n).

“You've been quiet. You sure you're okay?”, I worried.

“Yeah, it's … I guess I'm just tired”, she brushed it off.

“You want me to come over? We could watch TV together until you go to bed”, I suggested.

I would not want to be alone after her encounter with her ex today. Actually I did not even want her to be alone.

“You sure?”, she hesitated.

“Of course! Watching together makes it way more fun”, I rejoiced.

That was how I started hanging out at her place basically every day. Sometimes she would also come over to mine.

I absolutely enjoyed it most of the time. But sometimes it could also get annoying.

How she was always making sure she was cleaning after me. How she wanted me to always decide which food we ordered or what show we'd watch. How she insisted on always at least helping me with chores.

“I'm grown up, (f/n). I can take care of myself”, I snapped at her when she did not let me clean the kitchen once again.

“But it's not your task. It's my kitchen”, she reminded me.

“You already cooked for us. Just let me do my part”, I resonated.

“But ...”

Something inside of me broke lose as she did not stop discussing such minor things.

“No buts”, I yelled at her. “Why don't you get it? I just want to pull my own weight. I don't want you to do all the work on your own. It's making me feel guilty. You deserve some rest as well.”

I was gesturing around wildly, a habit to bring my point across.

When I was finished with my rant, I saw her again. Really saw her. How she was cowering in front of me, her arms shielding her face, her eyes blinded by unshed tears.

“I'm sorry”, she whispered.

Her shaky hand reached out to give me the wash cloth to rinse the dishes.

I just realized then what damage I had done.

“I … I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm so sorry. If you really wanna clean the kitchen that badly, then you can do it. I just didn't want to use you”, I confessed.

It took a long time after that to show (f/n) that I meant my words.

After our encounter I was more sensitive to yelling and was more observant.

I noticed how she was very jumpy at sudden noises. How she was quick to apologize and justify her actions. How she was scared to upset me.

It really bothered me. So I talked to Maya and Jack about it.

“Sounds like she's on guard”, they agreed.

“But why all of a sudden? She used to be so comfortable around me”, I recalled.

“That was before you basically lived together”, Maya pointed out.

“So …?”, I questioned.

“No matter how you're labeling yourselves, your relationship's getting more serious. Maybe she's scared of that”, Maya considered.

“Or she made some bad experiences with her last girlfriend. I mean … do you know why they broke up?”, Jack considered.

I sighed. “She never talks about it. Of course not. Why would you talk about your ex with someone you're interested in? But I did meet her ex one time. (f/n) definitely wasn't happy to see her which wasn't surprising. Her ex was acting like a bitch.”

“Maybe you should talk to her about it”, Maya suggested. “Usually works best.”

“Woah, since when are you thinking like that?”, I teased her.

“Therapy can make a difference, I guess”, she stated.

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The Price Of Family - Draco Malfoy x sister reader (Part 3)

Part 1

Previous Part

warnings: torture, discrimination of house elves

word count: 971

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(f/n)'s PoV

“Welcome, dear! Come and great your favorite aunt”, Bellatrix greeted me with a wicked smile.

Just seeing her was enough to put me off. I definitely did not want to take her offer of a hug.

Yet I knew that I had a long time with her ahead of me. Screwing up already was not the best idea.

Hence I left my father behind to get pulled into my aunt's arms.

“I'll see you in a few weeks”, Father declared and left again.

So much about saying goodbye. He really did not mind leaving me at the mercy of a psychopath, did he?

“It's been such a long time since I've had proper guests”, Bellatrix enlightened me while letting me go.

She signaled me to follow her. “How about some tea?”, she offered.

The whole atmosphere was strange. It was freaking me out to be honest. Why the nice and polite attitude?

“Sure”, I answered, not sure what else to do.

She led me to the living room, sitting down on one of the couches.

I chose the couch to her right, not wanting to share one with her and be too close.

Bellatrix called one of the house elves and ordered us tea.

“So how's school been?”, she inquired.

My guard was up like it had never been. Therefore her casual demeanor was making no sense to me. What was she up to?

“It's been good, I guess. I'm top of the year”, I noted.

“That's good. So you're a hard worker, huh? Smart as well”, she concluded.

“I suppose you could say that”, I agreed.

“That also means you're a fast learner. I'm curious to see how that applies here”, she remarked.

I had never heard her talk in such an intellectual manner.

The house elf returned with two cups of steaming hot tea, bowing their head before approaching us to serve the aromatic drink.

However they did not make it to the table.

I noticed how Bellatrix made them trip, pouring the hot tea all over my legs.

A pained hiss left my lips as I stood up out of mere instinct.

I barely recognized the elves eyes widen in horror as I was busy pulling off my pants to get the hot liquid away from my skin.

After all I did not have my wand to fix it.

Then I addressed the shaken house elf who cleaned up the mess with a simple snap of their fingers.

They sank to the ground, bowing in a deep apologetic matter.

I crouched down to them to be on eye-level. “Are you okay?”, I worried.

The elf appeared confused, hesitantly looking up at me but not meeting my eyes.

“What are you doing?”, my aunt questioned.

“I was just making sure they didn't hurt themselves”, I pointed out.

“Stand up”, Bellatrix ordered.

I was smart enough to obey her simple demand.

She signaled me to come closer, grabbing my chin to pull me in even more.

“You're always standing above this scum. I can't believe Lucius didn't teach you that”, she growled.

I was surprised by her strength as she was applying pressure to my chin.

“Its job is to serve us. It doesn't have a name and only exists to fulfill our wishes. This one just burned you. Put it in its place”, Bellatrix demanded.

She let me go with a push, making me stumble a step away from her and the elf.

Why would I want to punish them? It was not even their fault they had poured the tea over me.

An annoyed sigh resounded from my aunt. “When your poor excuse of a father told me you were a lost case, I didn't expect it to be this bad.”

All of a sudden pain exploded inside my body.

I lost all sense of orientation. It felt like my body was on fire, acid running through my veins and destroying my whole being from the inside out.

And then it just stopped.

Slowly I was regaining my senses, realizing that I was lying on the floor.

My body was still pulsating with pain, but it was nothing compared to before. It was feeling more like an uncomfortable, pulsating pressure now.

Except for my elbow. Maybe I had knocked it on the table while dropping to the ground.

Ironically I was below the house elf now, although they still did not dare to meet my tear-filled eyes.

“You could have spared yourself that pain, my dear”, Bellatrix claimed.

Honestly I wanted to curse at her.

“Now behave and put it in its place”, she repeated her words from earlier.

I could not do that.

When I did not move a muscle, Bellatrix took the initiative again.

“So you're not a fast learner after all?”, she assumed. “Crucio!”

This time I expected the pain to come, prepared myself for it.

But it did not.

Instead the house elf was twitching uncontrollably on the floor, not emitting a sound.

Out of reflex at hurled myself at her, screaming at her to stop.

Before I reached her she slapped me in the face, sending me down onto the couch with her.

“This is how you're supposed to treat minor creatures. Look closely”, she instructed me, apparently amplifying her curse on the elf.

She only stopped after I had watched the torture for a while, dismissing the elf like a used toy.

“There's two ways the next few weeks can go for you”, Bellatrix proposed. “You either learn how to be a proper witch on your own. Or I'll force you into it anyway. Since you're my beloved niece I'll grant you the option to choose. Don't put it to waste.”

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Light and Shadows - Farah x fem reader

summary: Instead of chasing a light, how about becoming a light yourself? (f/n) wants to show Farah just how brightly she can shine.

warnings: none

word count: 1.192

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I was used to living in Tasneem's shadow just as much as Farah was.

To me it honestly did not make any sense. Tasneem was pretty. Sure. But everything about her was so fake. I did not get why everyone was so infatuated by her.

Meanwhile Farah was only put off.

Sometimes I was wondering if Farah was really boosting her image by calling herself Tasneem's cousin. Because to me she was so much more than that.

Yet I was not brave enough to approach her that confidently.

I sticked to conversations whenever Tasneem was not around. So I had a chance to get to talk to Farah and not Tasneem's cousin.

It was hard to witness Farah degrading herself so much, although she could be as bright as the sun if she got the chance to shine.

She was funny, outgoing, charismatic and breathtakingly beautiful. But the popular girls were treating her like some consolation prize.

Meanwhile I was treasuring the time I could spend with her.

Hanging out at her place. Listening to her awesome singing. Going out to have some fun.

I just wished she could see herself the way I saw her.

“Hey! How did the audition go?”, I asked Farah after school.

We had not had the chance to talk about it yet.

“It was good”, she claimed.

Yet the smile on her face was not real, her voice not actually cheerful.

I could see right through her charade.

She was quick to change the topic though, stopping me from pushing the topic any further.

I was accompanying her home today, but did not dare to bring the topic up again.

Instead I was trying to distract, to make her laugh and show her how precious she was to me.

One day out of the blue I decided to show up to practice though.

I scanned the room for Farah, seeing her standing on the side lines as Tasneem and her friends were performing.

They were doing a good job. But none of them could nearly compete with Farah's voice.

“Hey”, I greeted my secret crush.

She jumped when she recognized my voice.

Apparently she had been too lost in thought watching the other girls perform.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”, she questioned warily.

I had caught her in her lie after all.

“I wanted to check on you”, I enlightened her. “Can I come over today?”

“Uh … I dunno. I think I don't have time today”, she brushed me off.

“Please don't lie to me again”, I requested.

She sighed. “Alright. You can come over”, she gave in.

I nodded relieved and smiled at her. “See you later then.”

After arriving at her home and settling in her room, I did not waste any time to confront her. She could not deny it anymore.

“How did the audition really go? You can't tell me that they turned you down. Your voice is amazing”, I proposed.

“They didn't even give me a chance to sing”, Farah admitted.

I hated the way her voice was breaking at her confession.

“Tasneem just made me do lights and sounds”, she added, avoiding my eyes.

“Farah ...” What was I supposed to say? “Why are you still spending time with Tasneem? I know she's your cousin. But the way she's treating you is awful. You deserve way better.”

She scoffed at my words. “She's got it all. I'm basically a nobody without her. No one even acknowledges me”, she ranted.

“I do”, I wanted to scream in her face.

“Social media isn't real”, I remarked. “It's all fake.”

“The people at school aren't. And they're all hanging out with Tasneem”, she reminded me.

“But do you really think they are her friends? Do you think they'd stay with her when somebody more popular came around? Do you think they actually care about her and not just her image?”, I considered. “Is that really what you want for your life? A pretending game?”

“Better pretending than ending up all alone”, she noted.

Ouch. That hurt.

“Tasneem doesn't truly want you in her project. But I do”, I confessed.

The first time she was meeting my eyes. I got lost in hers for a second.

“I've been working on a song. The composition is ready. I can play it on the piano or guitar. What's missing is a singer and there's no one better suited than you”, I pointed out. “Let's show them what they've lost! Let's make everyone else forget Tasneem's project!”

“Are you serious?”, Farah questioned, almost whispering.

“You don't seriously think I'm joking, do you?”, I shot back with a grin.

A smile crept on her face, but quickly vanished again. “Did you expect that Tasneem wouldn't recruit me?”

“I wanted to ask you to join me on my project right from the start. But you were so excited about Tasneem's that I didn't want to take that from you. I was already worried I'd have to sing the song myself”, I declared.

Now she was laughing. Was my singing that bad?

“Okay, I'm in. I'm also sick of running after Tasneem”, she announced.

We did our special handshake and started practicing right then and there.

On the day of the event we were getting ready backstage.

“I can't believe we're actually doing this”, Farah admitted.

She was nervous now that our entrance was close.

Meanwhile I had to stop myself from staring at her wearing a sparkly dress.

“We are. And you're going to be great. Everyone's gonna be speechless and in awe”, I encouraged her.

She flashed me a wobbly smile.

I was just as nervous as she was, maybe even more. But I was sure that I would be able to relax as soon as she started singing. It was always the same.

And in the end I was right.

Farah managed to get to the crowd in a matter of seconds, our song about stopping the hierarchy of beauty and fake becoming an instant hit.

Ironically we went viral with the video of our performance.

Farah finally got the attention she deserved and I was the lucky one to be by her side all along.

“Hey, (f/n)! What about starting a channel and uploading songs together? Your writing and compositions plus my singing”, Farah suggested one day.

“Of course I'm in”, I agreed immediately.

I had been anxious that she would forget about me, now that she had gained some popularity. She could have easily gained more views with just her voice.

But instead she stayed with me.

Over time we grew only closer until she was the one confessing to me with a song.

Obviously she was the brave one. The brightly shining light in my life.

I did not mind staying in her shadow if that meant I was the first one to see her shine.

In contrast to Tasneem blending Farah out, I knew that Farah was not forgetting and instead cherishing me after all.

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What Could Have Been - Hiba x fem reader (Chapter 2)

Previous Chapter

warnings: none

word count: 953

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After my experience with Hiba she had started giving me disapproving, sometimes taunting looks whenever I walked past her.

From time to time I could also hear her making fun of me with Tasneem.

That was my clear sign to give up on her. My self esteem surely was not as low as to attempt befriending her again.

I kind of settled on getting by instead of having a great time. It was my last school year anyway and I was sick on starting fresh over and over.

Being alone was better than this drama. Less risky in general.

After school I was mostly at home, retreating to my hobbies. If I was in the mood for it I would also go out on a walk.

I needed the time to reset after the stressful school week.

Unfortunately my mom did not understand that, or most likely did not care.

She took me to one of her events, underlining how much it would hurt her image if I did not come along and behave.

After all there was going to be a kid in my age as well and we were supposed to spend time because our parents knew each other.

I would probably never get this logic, but I did not have a say in it anyway.

So reluctantly I tagged along, not wanting my mom to make my life even more of a hell for missing out on this event.

It was pretty fancy or in other words boring and fake.

I caught myself wishing for the person my age to make all of this more bearable, until I reminded myself that I did not even know who it was.

After about ten minutes my mom talked to another woman who suggested that I should go out with the other girls as the area was supposed to be popular around teens and they wanted to talk about business.

Why did they drag as along if they did not want us here?

I agreed, assuming time would at least pass faster.

But I regretted that quickly as I got to know that her daughter was Tasneem.

It only seemed to get worse as I found out that she had invited Hiba as well because she had not wanted to be stuck here on her own.

I hated my luck.

The smile on the faces of the girls faded for a second when they recognized me, although they immediately put on a fake one in front of our moms.

As soon as we were outside and had put enough distance between us and the restaurant the event was at, they stopped and turned to face me.

“I can't believe they forced us to go with you”, Hiba stated, her voice dripping with disgust and annoyance.

“You don't seriously think I'm happy about this, do you? I didn't wanna come in the first place”, I complained.

“Why don't we just split up then?”, Tasneem considered.

“To get into trouble because she screws it up in some way? No, thanks”, Hiba proposed. “Let's just go into some stores together to pass time.”

Of course they wanted to go and try on some clothes. Another time I did not get a say.

I had to follow them around.

In the beginning I dared to pick up some clothes myself, but the way they were whispering and laughing in my direction made me put them back without trying them on.

Instead I was scrolling on my phone to zone out.

It worked out pretty well until I felt my phone buzz inside my pocket when we were walking down the busy street.

I stopped in my tracks and took it out, not daring to walk while looking down with all those people around.

Great! My phone had died on me. Apparently my scrolling had been more excessive than I had thought.

Suddenly I realized that I was not wandering around on my own and looked up to search for Hiba and Tasneem.

No sight of them.

I groaned in frustration.

Could this day get any worse?

I walked around in the attempt to find them, which was pretty ironic as I was usually avoiding them.

After a while I gave up, sitting down on a bench, close to the main street.

I was still scanning the crowd for the familiar faces though.

To my surprise I was able to spot Hiba a few minutes later.

She was turning around wildly.

Was she searching for me? She did say that she did not want to get into trouble …

It was still weird to see the worried expression on her face replacing her usual scowl or mocking smirk.

I made my way over to her, tapping her shoulder.

She turned around immediately, anger and confusion evident on her face.

I could hear her mumble my name, although it was almost drowned out by the noises of the people around us.

“Where the hell have you been?”, she ranted. “Why didn't you answer your fucking phone?”

“I got lost in the crowd and my phone's turned off. It's empty”, I explained calmly.

Her behavior was irritating me to be honest.

Hiba moved her hand through her hair, before she sighed and called Tasneem to tell her she had found me.

We all met up and decided to get some ice cream to calm down.

For the rest of the day I could not help but wonder about Hiba's strange behavior. Tasneem had been way more casual about the situation.

What was wrong with Hiba? It was not like I owed her to know where I was.

It all did not make any sense.

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The Price Of Family - Draco Malfoy x sister reader (Part 2)

Part 1

warnings: Angst

word count: 695

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Draco's PoV

The eerie silence was mocking me.

Mere minutes ago the scenery had been the exact opposite. Mere minutes ago when my sister had still been here.

After Father had left to prepare everything, (f/n) had not said a word to me.

But that changed as soon as our father returned.

I had always somehow admired and envied (f/n) for standing up for herself, even in front of our father. It never seemed to bother her what other people were thinking.

A rare gift in our wealthy circles.

Now it had been her doom.

But in the end it had only made it worse to see her resisting and begging.

The dread I was feeling was making it hard to breathe.

I had never expected that she would be sent to Aunt Bellatrix.

All I had wanted was to be seen and respected. I had known that it was going to be at my sister's expense. But at the same time I had felt like it was her own fault for acting so reckless.

Now I was not sure about that anymore.

If I had not snitched on her, she would still be in her room now, probably reading peacefully or taking a nap from the long train ride.

No matter how hard I was trying to suppress the images, my mind was mocking me in the worst way. All the possible scenarios of (f/n)'s current situation were playing on in my head, one worse than the other.

Everything inside of me was screaming to do something to help her, anything.

But I knew that it was pointless.

(f/n) was already gone and trying to change that fact would only get me in trouble too.

So instead of acting I waited. I waited for the summer break to end.

A few weeks could truly feel eternal.

(f/n) actually did not return until the last day of the break.

Just by seeing her I could already tell that she had changed. The fire in her eyes was gone, replaced by a cold I could barely take seeing on her.

She politely greeted our parents and talked to the until she was dismissed.

But when she passed me she did not even spare me a glance or glare. She simply ignored me.

I had not expected that living here could turn more gloom. Reality was obviously worse than imagination.

I could not help but take a shot at talking to her. However there was no answer when I knocked on her door.

Kinda ironic. One of the rare times I was respecting her privacy and she did not bother to react to it.

So I ended up entering her room anyway.

“Hey”, I greeted her anxiously.

She was packing her stuff for Hogwarts, her wand finally on her again.

“I'm sorry”, I proposed, not knowing what else to say.

No words could rewind time after all. Or maybe they could? There was surely a lot of magical possibilities I did not know about.

Meanwhile (f/n) was continuing her silent treatment.

She only talked when our parents were speaking directly to her. Otherwise I would have worried that her voice was not working.

The silent treatment I was receiving did not stop at that though.

I was keeping an eye on her when we were back at Hogwarts.

She was ignoring almost everyone, even the Ravenclaw weirdo and the Weasley twins.

If I happened to see her outside of class and meals, she was studying diligently and going to bed early.

There was absolutely no trace of the sister I had once secretly admired and loved deeply.

Everything that had been moving me was now seeming minor. I just wished I could get her back.

My fiery sister nobody could stop. The one that was criticizing my behavior, annoying and lecturing me all the time. The one that was worrying about me in a way that was driving me crazy. The one that was willing to stand up for me and protect me at any time, even when she disagreed with me.

I could not believe I had lost her. I did not want to.

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Hey! Since it was requested here's the second part. It's kinda short, but i hope you like it anyway. What do you think? Do you wanna know what happened to (f/n) in her break? Then I'd consider writing another part for this story.

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