Protector- A Der Klown x Female! Reader fanfic

Chapter 1: Christmas dinner

(Y/N) had a very irritated/angry expression as she looked at her mother, not believing her ears. "They're what?!" (Y/N) exclaims angrily in shock. She was already stressed enough with her abusive older brother and the school bullies. "Yes (Y/N), your cousins are coming for Christmas this year. It'll only be 10 days..." Her mother sighs as she rubs her head, feeling a migraine coming on. Ever since (Y/N) was born, her biological father passed away from cancer. It changed her caring older brother into an abusive one, only playing nice when adults were around. When their mother was gone, her older brother would beat her up and sexually assault her. (Y/M/N) was a mess before her boyfriend came along and helped pick up the pieces. The teen absently strokes the scars on her arms and wrists from an earlier argument with her older brother, being careful to not reopen them. She was in the living room as she sat on the couch, wearing a long sleeved (F/C) hoodie and jeans. Her mother meanwhile heads into the kitchen to prepare the food for dinner and the arrival of the rest of the family. (Y/N)'s grandmother notices the girl's expression and walks over to her, a cookie in hand. "Cookie, (Y/N)?" Her grandmother asks in German. The teen nods and smiles slightly as she thanks Granny back for the cookie in German. Her grandmother smiles and nods, helping the girl with the letter to Santa and the other things while her mother cooks dinner for the family. Yes, (Y/N) was too old for her age to be writing Santa letters. She's 18 for pete's sake. But she didn't care since she still believed in magic and Santa Clause as well as other mythical legends. Just as the two finished with the presents and stuff, the doorbell rang. (Y/M/N) raced out of the kitchen to open the door, letting the aunts, uncle, and cousins in just as it started to snow hard outside. She then greets the guests as they walk in, taking their coats before hanging them up. Once inside, the family catches up with one another and prepares for dinner.

~Timeskip to the dinner scene~

(Y/N) sits across from her cousins, Allison and Addison while Derek Jr. sits on her left, next to Uncle Derek. (Y/N)'s brother, Henry, sits on her right. Her Aunt Sarah and baby cousin Claire sat near the end of the table. (Y/M/N) was meanwhile in the kitchen, while the teen's other aunt and grandma, Scarlett and Amelie, sat near her step-father and Uncle Derek. The family soon eats the meal that (Y/M/N) and Grandma Amelie prepared. They are happy and content until Allison curls her lips slightly at (Y/N) when the parents are busy talking to each other. "I know you still believe in the big fat creeper, (Y/N)!" Allison sneers. The girl clenches her fists underneath the table as she restrains herself from lunging at Allison and wringing her older cousin's neck. "I don't know what you're talking about..." (Y/N) seethes back through clenched teeth as her (E/C) orbs narrow at Allison. Her cousin chuckles darkly under her breath and pulls out (Y/N)'s letter for Santa. "Are you sure, dear cousin?~" Allison mocks, waving the letter in front of (Y/N)'s face. The teen sees that and tries to get her letter back only to be firmly pulled back into her chair by none other than her brother, who sends her a glare. "Stop it (Y/N), sit down and eat your food." Henry growls as he keeps a firm hand on his sister's arm to keep her from attacking Allison and Addison across the table. Allison then begins to read (Y/N)'s letter, a huge grin on her face. " 'Dear Santa, I know I haven't been great this year and I'm sorry for that, but I was really hoping you can help out my family and me this Christmas. We need you!' Oh, (Y/N). That is so s-" Allison starts, only to be interrupted by Henry who stops the angry teen from getting her letter back, again. "I said stop, (Y/N)!" Henry shouts angrily as she struggles in his iron-like grip. "Blah blah blah. Bulls****, bulls***... Ah, here we go, (Y/N)'s wishlist!" Allison grins as she finds the wishlist on the letter, making (Y/N) really pissed off. "Allison, stop! That's enough!" Henry growls as he tries to keep his enraged sister in her seat. "Wait, you're up first Henry!" Addison replies as she reads the letter. " 'I wish me and Henry could hang out like we used to. You might've noticed that I don't have a lot of friends.' Oh no, really (Y/N)?" Allison mocked with a fake smile, pretending to feel sorry for (Y/N) as she laughs. She then continues to read the letter out loud. " 'I wish my Dad were still alive so things could be the same as they were before..' " Allison reads. Aunt Sarah comes into the dining room just as Allison goes down the list. " 'Also, I wish things weren't so hard for...Uncle Derek and Aunt Sarah'.." Allison's voice falters and she and Aunt Sarah look at each other. " 'So maybe you can lend them a hand for the rest of the year too'..." Allison turns the letter over to the backside as Uncle Derek and Aunt Sarah look at each other. " 'A-and that'.." Allison faces (Y/N). "Screw you, Dad doesn't wish we were boys!" Allison exclaims angrily. Just as things were about to get worse, (Y/M/N) entered the dining room with carambola with a smile on her face. "Who wants carambola?~" She asks in a sing-song voice as she looks around at the others, only to lose her smile when she notices the situation and the look on Henry's face when he looks at her. (Y/N) takes the opportunity to tear herself free of her brother's grip and lunge herself at the twins, growling as (E/C) orbs blazed angrily. "Give back my letter, now!" She shouts as she tackles Allison to the floor, despite them being older. The teen had the upper hand until Addison attacked her from behind, tackling her from Allison after ripping the letter out of Allison's hands. Uncle Derek and (Y/N)'s stepfather immediately intervene before things escalate, breaking the three girls apart.

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