Beloved Dog (2p!germany x reader)

Part 1

  Beloved dog

Tears rolling down your face, your hics the only sound around the house....
'it is so calm here....'
Again you look up at the calendar.
'today it has been a year that everything went calm....'
„I miss them so much..." you wisper, tears still falling down on your only friend. Its fake fur soaks up all the salty liquid. Dead eyes staring at you.
„At least you're still here..." you crack a smile at the stuff dog in your arms.
„you're always there to help me" you wisper.

It's a year now that you lost your parents in a horrible car crash. It took you very long to accept your faith and live a normal life again. But until this very day you're not over the lost. After the accident your behaviour became less and less social. You missed school for weeks, ignored your friends, if you didn't need to buy food, you wouldn't even leave the house. Its easy to predict that you became a social outcast... the only thing you still had a 'relationship' with was/is your stuff dog. It was a gift from your parents as you were born and you didnt let go of it for now 18 years. Sure, after you had finished elementary school, it spent most of the time on a shelf next yo uour favorite books, but after the loss of your family your life changed in many different ways. Now you cant sleep without the german shepperd in your arms, even if you needed to patch it many times.

Alone in your room, with the lights out, and windows covered, you sat there the whole day, not even thinking about visiting the school. For hours you cried until you fall asleep. Little you know, that there was somebody watching you...

3rd person....
A lound bang followed by French swearing ripped her out of her dreams. „Who's there?" she asked, looking around in the pitch black room.
„honhonhon, it's le moi, Francis!" a voice says. In the next moment the lights flash on. Nearly blind for some seconds she could make out a figure next to her door, who definetly switched the light on. Soon her vision became clear and she could see a blond male, standing infront of her bed. „the fu** are you?!" she screamed. He just laughted again and winked at her as he said „I'm your fairy godmother. Or better to say his right hand". She just stares at him, imagine, if she could make it to the window to escape this guy or if she needs to knock him out first. Sure, he's muscular, but he also seems to be an idiot (what else can you say about a guy, standing in the middle of your bedroom with nothing more than a too short white tunic)....its hard to gues, if she could make it out or not.... but before she could do anything he interupted her thoughts: „so, what do you wish for ma fille?". Again, she could only stare. „that. You. Leave. my. house.... NOW!" „ohohnhonhon, your so adorable!" he sayed, trying to touch her cheaks. She just beged away, clinging on her stuffed friend.

Time passes by until he sighned. „okay, i can understand that you dont trust me, but i can prove you, that im a real fairy!" and   with a swift movement of his hand the decoration in her room changed. Everything became pink and girly, but also kinda glory or majestic. 

In short, it was awful. If she had been angry befor, it should be called 'boiling' now. Anger plasted on her face, so clear, even Francis could count down for when she would explod.
3... she closes her eyes...
2... she inhales deeply...
1... she opens her eyes again, sending death glares at him while opening the mouth to scream-

„w-wait!" francis said. „i-i redo it, but please, just wish for something or i cant go back"
she stoped in her motion and looked over to the 'fairy' then to the calender.
„okay," she starts „then i wish my parent-" „i ... cant bring back the death...." she sighns.... 'well how unpredictable -.-''' ' she thoughts. „kay, the i wish for an endless amount of mon-" „i cant give you money either~" he sings. „then WHAT CAN you give me?!"
he chuckles „you can wish for everything that goes hand in hand with those 2 rules: 1. i cant bring life back, and 2. your wish needs emtional value!" he exlained.

Again she started to think... what in the world could she wish for.... what would be right for this opportiunity?! Deep in thoughts she huged he dog even more, unaware of its presents. Using that much pressure, the string she used to patch the 'wound' under the dogs eyes went open. This sound brings her back in to reality. Wouldnt it be great to have a real, living dog? A real friend to go throught fick and finn? Since months she realy smiled for the first time, 'perhaps that would be the first good thing in what seems to be forever too....'

„okay," she said, „than i wish me, that this cute little friend becomes a real living dog!" Francis hesitates.... sure, he could do that.... but at the other hand.... nevermind.
„as you wish my ma fille~" he sang and moved his wand. „i will come back in a month to see if you like your friend that way. It will be your last chance to change it, oui?" she just noded in agreement. In the next moment a giant amount of pink sparkling fairy dust hit her right in the face and sending her into dreamland as she felt backwards on the bed.

„as soon as you wake up again your wish will be fulfilled... i hope....." Francis sighned and starts with the preperation of the spell.  

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