#Something triggered my anger just now and I'm seething

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If all the mothers and sisters and grandmothers and aunts and neices and daughters, let out the rage that we're all holding inside? The rage that is age old, the rage that is wild, the rage that's just seething and roiling and thundering inside of each woman? Against the world, and all of its horrors, against all the men who have wronged us, in big and small ways, against every derision, every sarcastic laughter, every humiliating word directed at us by the society at large? every "no" that we've had to fight against? every "you're not good enough", "you're weak", "you're a woman, know your place" that's been implied, both implicitly and explicitly, over and over in our lifetimes?

What happens, if we just let go of even a fraction of that justified rage, accumulated over millenia?

I fear that the world, will simply be burnt down. Razed to the ground, until there's just ashes and lava and the white hot lightning of pure, unadulterated fury, that each of us are made to contain, oh so carefully, inside the mighty fortresses, that are the hearts of every single girl.

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Stray Kids Reaction || He Throws His Wedding Ring [Maknae Line ] [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

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TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of blood, killing, sex trafficking (not involving the reader) murder and fighting.

JISUNG:

"I wasn't flirting with him! I don't know why you're accusing me of such a thing." You grumbled at Jisung who shook his head at you, watching as you walked toward the dressing table in your bedroom and took the earrings from your ears, the earrings he'd paid for and watched you wear as you flirted with other men. His anger was bubbling over as he stared at you,

"I saw the way you were looking at him, Yn, don't play games with me." You started rubbing your temples, getting tired of going through this again and again. Ever since you'd been dragged out of the party he'd been lecturing you about flirting, something you hadn't even done.

"I was being polite. I don't know what you want from me. First, I'm too standoffish, now I'm flirting?!" He'd told you to be nice to everyone at the party, that everyone there was someone who deserved to be treated with respect so that was what you'd been doing. You'd spoken to Dante a little longer than anyone else but you'd been helping pick a necklace for his wife - Vivian. 

"Polite?! It looked to me like you were ready to throw yourself at him. I can't have my wife acting like that, especially in our world." You stared down at the ring on your finger, feeling the weight of his accusation on your shoulders and you tried to hold back the tears.

"Jisung, I married you because I love you. I did not come into this marriage to be accused of things I didn't do." You told him, lifting your head to look at him and he was twisting the ring off his finger and placing it down onto the bed.

"Maybe you should find someone else who will let you flirt with other men," You shuddered a little at the sudden escalation of all of this. You just wanted him to understand that you hadn't done anything.

"I don't want anyone else, Jisung. I want you to trust me." You breathed out but he stormed out of the room leaving you alone you stared down at the ring on the bed, sniffling as you slowly sank down onto your knees,

"I don't think she would want you here," You heard Dante express as you looked up from the book you were reading. After Jisung had walked out on you, you'd packed a bag and headed to Vivian's for a few nights wanting to clear your head.

"Why are you here?" You turned your head to face Jisung who was seething with anger.

"Vivian invited me for a sleepover."

"Who's-" Jisung couldn't finish his question as Vivian came into the room with wine glasses, freezing when she saw Jisung standing there.

"I'm taking my wife home."

"She doesn't want to." You told him as you opened your book and went back to reading.

"She doesn't have a choice," Jisung grumbled as he took your hand and helped you up from the sofa.

"You come willingly or I take you, it's up to you, Sunshine." You hadn't heard him call you that in years and the nickname sent shivers down your spine.

"I can't be with someone who doesn't know how to trust me."

"I know how. I was an arsehole and I never should have said what I did."

"I have to see this," Dante whined but Vivian was quick to walk him to their private bedroom so you and Jisung could finish.

"I'm sorry," He stated, his voice full of concern and sincerity and you knew he meant it.

"I should have trusted you from the start but I just couldn't see past my own blind rage. Dante could take you if he wanted to."

"That would be kidnapping...I'm only interested in one man, Jisung and it's only ever always been you."

"I'm sorry," He whispered as you stepped closer to him, sighing a little as you ran your hands over his cheeks sweeping away the tears.

"Take me home." You told him before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

FELIX:

"You never listen, Felix!" You yelled out with a sharp whine, the two of you were in his office in a heated argument and almost everyone in the house had scattered after hearing you both.

"It's always your business, never a moment about us!" Your voice echoed through the room as Felix sat at his desk with his fist clenching around his glass,

"I provide for you, Yn! What more do you want?!" He finally yelled back, the final straw breaking the camel's back after listening to you yell at him for the last hour and still having no idea why you were fighting with him in the first place.

He'd only come home late and you were jumping down his neck about how he wasn't there for you.

"I want a husband that is there for me! That actually shows up when he's supposed to!" You yelled at him, shaking your head as you thought back on what tonight was supposed to be. A meal between families, your parents and Felix were going to sit down with you both for the first time in months and he hadn't even bothered to show up.

"Is this because I missed that stupid dinner?!" The fact that he was calling it stupid only further fueled your anger with him.

"Stupid? You didn't call it that when you asked your parents to come."

"Look, I'll make it up to you. I'll buy you whatever-"

"I want my fucking husband to show up when he's supposed to!" You cut him off, if you were anyone else in the world Felix would have killed you on the spot for interrupting him and you knew that.

With the argument intensifying Felix impulsively ripped off his gold band and hurled it across the room before it clattered at your feet. You stared down at it, soft sobs leaving your throat as you stared down at the ring that clearly meant nothing to him. 

"I mean that little to you?" You sniffled, turning your head to look at him and Felix was filled with instant regret but before he had a chance to utter an apology you were already fleeing the room.

It didn't take him long to find out where you were hiding and your parents let him in instantly, leaving you alone as you stared down at your wedding album.

"We used to be happy." You muttered to him, turning the pages and looking at what you used to be. Now there were nothing but cracks in your marriage and broken vows on both of your parts.

"We can still be happy..." Felix sunk down onto the floor beside you and you laid your head on his shoulder sighing a little.

"You work too much. You miss too much," You mumbled as he took your hand in his, his ring back on his finger as he stared down at your fingers that were interlocked with one another.

"I'll delegate the work, I'll take a step back." He promised, you'd heard the promises before but there was something behind his words this time that made you believe them.

SEUNGMIN:

You couldn't even believe Seungmin, after promising you that he'd stick to having fun tonight he'd snuck off to do business behind your back and at your party no less.

"What are you doing? Changbin said you were outside, you're supposed to be inside baby." Seungmin placed his hands on your shoulders but you shrugged his touch away from you, everything felt so cold with him later tonight. 

"Sixteen." You told him plainly, watching as a cab pulled up outside of the luxury hotel that Seungmin had hired out for your party tonight.

"Sixteen what?" Seungmin frowned not following along,

"You've broken sixteen promises in the last three months." You clenched the jacket around you tighter and stared at him as a storm brewed inside of you. Tonight was supposed to be special, both of you were dressed up to the nines and ready to party and he'd promised to keep everything fun.

"You promised, Seungmin that tonight was my night and you were off doing business."

"This is how things work, Yn. I needed to do this deal." He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if he couldn't believe you were upset over something so small. It was a business he'd been working on for almost a year now and tonight was the only night the man was willing to close the deal, it was his only chance.

"You promised." You whispered, trying to get him to realise the weight of his actions but it was as though he didn't care at all.

"You knew when you married me things were going to be like this." As if that was any justification for any of this, you shook your head at him and stepped toward the cab opening the door for yourself. 

"Did I? Because the Seungmin I thought I was marrying never broke a single promise to me." The whole nine years before the two of you had gotten married had been the best times of your relationship, it felt as though once he had you he didn't care to try and put in any more effort.

"Then maybe you never should have married me then," The words hung in the air as you both stared at each other, the DJ's music the only buffer between you.

"Maybe." You whispered staring at him, waiting for him to take it back or to at least take you back inside but he just took off his ring and threw it behind the cab. He locked eyes with you as you got into the car and told the driver to drive, anywhere but there and the gravity of his action began to weigh down on him.

"Yn! Wait!" He yelled out but the car was already speeding off leaving him in the aftermath of what he had just done.

"Why am I here?" You questioned Changbin - your personal guard - he'd dragged you out of bed that morning and down to Seungmin's home saying nothing to you.

"This will come as a surprise to many of you but it's come to my attention that I must step down." You stared at Seungmin as he spoke into a crowd of men.

"This isn't something I regret to inform you, in fact, it's something I'm welcoming with open arms." His eyes found yours in the crowd and he smiled warmly, 

"I'm leaving to spend time with my wife and eventually our growing family. I'll still be here but...mostly behind the scenes." With that he stepped away and headed over to you right away, you sniffled a little.

"Who said your wife still wants you?" You teased a little as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush with his chest.

"If she doesn't I will spend every single day of my life trying to make her want me back," You smiled weakly before kissing him softly.

JEONGIN:

After the shot rang out you felt the warmth of blood on your face you knew what Jeongin had done and you felt sick as you stared down at the floor to see the man who had just been speaking about you on the floor. 

"W-What the fuck?!" You yelled out as you stared at Jeongin who was calmly making his way over to you and wiping your face with a tissue as if this was the most normal thing in the world for him to do. Which was in his line of work but he'd promised never to do anything like this in front of you, it was one of the conditions you had when you agreed to get married.

"He had it coming, he shouldn't have disrespected you," It was true he shouldn't have but that didn't mean taking the life of a man that neither of you knew.

"What if he had a family and he was their sole earner?!" You yelled at him but he shrugged, bending down and collecting the man's wallet so he could have his men do a background check.

"I'll provide for them. They're better off without the drunken low-life." You began walking away from him,

"That's not the way to the car, Beautiful." You ignored the nickname he had for you as you continued to walk in the opposite direction of him.

"You went too far, Jeongin." You using his full name was never a good sign and he swallowed the lump in his throat. 

"I didn't ask you to kill anyone for me." Your voice quivered with anger and fear as you shook your head at him.

"I did it for you. He was disrespecting you and I won't have it." You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him, you couldn't believe that this was the same man you had once fallen in love with.

"So you'll kill anyone that even looks at me wrong?"

"If that's what it takes." He told you plainly, you let out a scoff and threw your hands up in defeat. The frustation finally took over as you stared at him. You needed him to see how wrong all of this was for him,

"You're disgusting. All of this power has gone to your head!"

"I do what needs to be done. This is our life and I won't let anyone or anything threaten it!" He yells at you, his face red with anger as you stare at him breathing heavily.

"I don't want this life anymore, not if it means losing you to the power you hold." You mumbled to him in the heat of the moment but Jeongin smirked at you, taking off his ring and throwing it to the floor. Silence hung in the air as you stared down at the ring in disbelief, the unbreakable bond you'd made together was now thrown to the ground as if it were trash so you walked away.

As it turned out it wasn't as easy as you'd hoped to walk away from Jeongin, you were forced to interact as a couple at events and the same with tonight.

"Will you ever speak to me again?" Jeongin whispered to you, 

"No, while you're a power-hungry weirdo," You mumbled before drinking from your glass, downing it and asking for another which was promptly brought to you.

"I'm stepping down." He told you as he watched you down another drink,

"I've heard that before." You grumbled only for him to place his hand on top of yours.

"Chan is taking over, I shouldn't be in charge," You stared at him and glanced over at Chan who was nervously waiting to speak to the party full of people.

"Is that what tonight is? You're resigning?"

"Stepping down, I'll still work but I won't...be in charge," He admitted as you stared at him,

"Why?"

"Because given the choice between my wife and work? I choose you, every time." He whispered before clapping for Chan along with everyone else in the room.

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~The Fallout²~

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

-Lucifer Possessed Sam x Fem Reader

-Synopsis: After spending so much time in isolation, you receive a most unwelcome visit by the Devil himself. While he seems cordial, you sense there's more to his arrival than he lets on. Underlying tension, discussions of past experiences, and unearthing deep seeded adoration leave you hurt, confused, and unsure.

WC: 2,049

A/N: Hey my loves, not much to say other than get ready for some angst and mega tension. I highly recommend reading part one before this but if not that's ok too.

Lmk if you wanted to be added to the tag list. Hope you all have a wonderful day and enjoy my lovelies 💗

WARNINGS: S5 SPOILERS, angst, mentions of a weapon, passive intimidation, mentions of past relationships, sweet talking, positive connotations, genuine adoration, preludes to Sam being cognizant.

"Can't escape the fallout

Feel the fire rain down

See the shadows rising all around

Can't escape the fallout, fallout.”

You raised your gun up, pointing the barrel at him, trying to keep a clear head as your breath drew heavy.

You knew it wouldn't do anything if you actually shot him. It would only hurt Sam, but you hoped maybe it'd give you the upper hand.

You had a clear shot. One move of your finger and it would rip right through him.

But then he looked at you.

The soft hazel color you had grown to love staring into your own.

As you stared down the barrel, tears burned your eyes as you tried to find the strength to keep your gun pointed at him.

You took cautious steps towards him, your hands shaking still as you held each other's gaze. Watching his every move as you made your way to the hemlocks. Feeling the flowers brush up against the sides of you. Until you were standing face to face with him. The barrel of your gun pointed directly at his chest. Your eyes locked on the beautiful hazel hue of Sam's eyes.

He could see all the emotions that swirled within you at the sight of him, the anger, the pain, and frustration. The seething disdain for him was prominent in your eyes as you held your weapon to his chest. To see the body and soul of someone you loved so dearly being used by him, Lucifer.

But he could also see the strength that you carried. All the love and passion that lay dormant in your heart. The loyalty you had to those you loved and cared about.

Something he remembered seeing in you when you first met all the time ago.

Something he always admired in you.

And all he could do was smile as you pointed your gun at him.

Which caused your resolve to shatter completely.

Even though it wasn't Sam. Something about it still felt very him. Like he was still sentient somewhere deep down in the murkiness of the Devil.

Once your hardened gaze melted away, you let out a defeated, ragged breath as you lowered the gun ever so slightly. His fingers carefully moved to the barrel, pushing it to the side knowing you weren't going to pull the trigger.

"I must say, that's not the most polite way to greet someone.”

You gave him a sour expression as you let the gun fall slack on its sling. Letting it rest against your front of you as you spoke, bitterness lacing your tone.

"Forgive me for my lack of manners. But the last time we saw each other, you were forcing your way down my friend's throat and took over his body to be your vessel. Doesn't exactly leave a lot of room for being cordial if you ask me.”

His expression hadn't faltered as he smiled still. A hint of confidence in his eyes as he towered above you.

"I understand your position. You have every right to be angry and cautious. But I promise I'm not here to harm you.”

You raised your brow in suspicion. Granted you knew he was never one to lie. And deep down you knew if he wanted to cause you harm he would've done it by now.

But there was always a catch with him.

An end goal.

"Then why are you here?”

“I just wanted to stop in, see how you've been holding up. It's been a while since we last saw one another.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in disbelief as he said it so casually. As if you two were longtime pals who were catching up with one another.

As if he didn't cause the apocalypse.

“Don't even, we both know there's always more when it comes to you. It's never just pleasantries.”

You spat back.

“Maybe so, but that doesn't make my statement any less true.”

He said calmly as he took a step closer, letting his knuckles brush up against your cheek as he drank in your features. His skin was cold and unfeeling. And yet searing hot at the same time.

You wanted to pull away from his touch, to feel absolutely disgusted by him.

Yet you couldn't bring yourself to move, seeing the way Sam's eyes drank you in. Memorizing every detail of your face. Every mark, every wrinkle, every curve and dip.

Like he was admiring the most beautiful painting in existence.

Your mind was screaming at you to flinch away.

But you just stood there, frozen as you felt his shadow rise and cast over you.

"I can see the weariness in your eyes. Your inner struggles have a strong hold on you. Perhaps you've been alone out here too long. Poor thing.”

That was enough to break you of his trance and gently pull back from his touch. our eyes narrowed, cold and defensive under his gaze.

But he wasn't wrong.

Was your soul so truly transparent that he could see right through you?

"Don't patronize me. You don't know a thing about my struggles.”

"Oh but I do. I know ever since that day, you've been struggling to find your footing. To find where you fit in all of this. To find a place where you belong. And it wasn't with Dean or Castiel. No, you knew your place was out here. Alone.”

There was a hint of mockery in his tone. Almost as if he pitied you for making the decision to live out the apocalypse in isolation.

But you held your tongue, knowing better than to bite back at something like him.

You didn't respond, instead, all you could do was stare at the man in front of you. Your frown fell away from your face, replaced with a more solemn expression.

Feeling absolutely hopeless and hurt at the sight of him. Remembering the man who used to inhabit the body before you.

A sweet, kind, honest man.

A good man.

A man who always had good intentions behind everything he did. Because he was someone who cared about something bigger than himself.

Because he loved so deeply.

And now all of that was reduced to just being a hollow vessel.

"So you've come to mock me then? Is that it?”

His expression softened at the sight of your tears now falling freely. His eyes never left yours as he kept still. Not wanting to scare you off now that he finally found you.

“No, I'm not here to mock you. I'm just stating the facts. Nothing more.”

You didn't have a rebuttal. And as much as you wanted to be angry at him for it, you really couldn't bring yourself to be. And as you stood there holding his gaze you could see the way he looked at you.

While most of it was out of curiosity and intrigue. There was something a little lying beneath the surface. Something more raw swimming in the hazel hue of his irises.

Appeal.

You felt a shiver crawl up your spine at the look in his eyes. Feeling your heart jump against your rib cage, your stomach twisting at the familiar feeling that ignited in your chest. A feeling that you and Sam shared so long ago.

A feeling you chose to forget.

Seeing the way you shifted under his gaze made him smirk ever so slightly. Knowing he was already getting under your skin without even trying. He stepped closer, his arms gently moved up and his hands cupping your face as his thumbs wiped away your tears.

“Just get to the point, the sooner you do, the sooner you can get out of my sight.”

You said in a strained manner, not allowing yourself to break anymore than you already had.

He leaned in, closing the space between you two a little more as his eyes bore into your own as he spoke in a sickeningly gentle tone.

“Hm, you were always so perceptive. Seems that hasn't changed, but very well. I won't waste anymore of your time...So then, where is he?”

A beat of silence.

You knew exactly what he was asking.

He was looking for Dean.

“I don't know.”

You whispered, your voice breaking. The tears continued to fall down your face, coating his thumbs and palms like morning dew.

You watched as he searched your entire being to see if you were deceiving him. To see if your soul presented any form of dishonesty in your confession. Hoping that he could take the opportunity to pry it out of you if he could.

But to his dismay, you were completely honest.

Truly not knowing where Dean was or had been since you disbanded from the team.

It was better that you didn't know where Dean was. It kept him and everyone else safe.

A way to show your loyalty to them, even if it meant becoming estranged.

He chuckled softly as he spoke,

“Still so loyal after all this time. Keeping him safe and the others out of harm's way. Knowing you could suffer dire consequences because of it.”

His hands never moved from your tear soaked, flushed cheeks, holding you in place.

“I’ve always respected that about you. How loyal you are to those you care about. Sam and Dean especially. You were never afraid to put yourself in the line of fire for them. Never afraid to back down even if it meant you'd get burned…”

He paused. Letting a full, disgustingly sweet smile fall on his lips.

“You would've made such a wonderful follower for me had I met you first.”

You scowled at him as you felt your stomach twist at the thought of being one of his pawns.

To be something as vile and conniving as a demon.

“You mean like Ruby?”

He paused at your venomous inquiry. The smile fell off his face, replaced with a serious, hardened expression.

“No. Not even close.”

He stated firmly before he continued.

“From the beginning I knew Ruby had her own agenda, wanting to get into my good graces and to use that for her own selfish gains. It was never about my cause, it was about using those around her to her advantage. About being in a position of power, to have control, and she wasn't afraid to manipulate anyone in order to get what she wanted.”

He paused for a moment.

“But you, my dear. You have always been loyal. From the moment I first met you, from the moment I looked at your soul. I could see your passion and undying loyalty to the Winchesters. It was always about ensuring their safety. Benefiting their cause. Devoting yourself to them. That was the kind of follower I wanted to serve me. To stand by me.”

His hands gently moved down your cheeks to your neck. His gaze darkened as he gently pushed away the collar of Sam's old Carhartt jacket that he'd given to you so long ago now.

The only reminder you had left of him.

He slowly revealed the bare skin underneath the withered material. Watching the skin of your neck flush and pulse.

“They were the lucky ones. Sam especially, having someone as strong and loyal by his side. To love him and support him unconditionally.”

His cold fingers ghosting over your skin as he whispered those words to you. Causing you to feel a jolt ripple throughout your body. Whether it was desire or disgust, you weren't entirely sure.

“Don't.”

His hand stopped at your sharp tone, lingering for a few seconds longer on your bare neck before resting on your shoulders, as if he was trying to break you down a little at a time.

“He still thinks about you. Every now and then I feel his soul stir when there's something that reminds him of you. I can feel his yearning. His heartache. How much he wishes he could hold you in his arms again and never let you go. To tell you all the things he never got to say.”

It all came crashing down when you heard him say that. Hearing that Sam was still in there, that he still thought of you from time to time.

That broke you.

~To be Continued~

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The Client (Rewritten)

Part One: Starting Out

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (37) & Reader (35)

Note: In this fic Cillian is a lawyer, helping the reader after she becomes a victim of domestic abuse.

It was one of those days again where James was seething with anger. Exhausted from overwork, his mounting stress erupted in a torrent of fury directed at you.

"Didn't I fucking tell you to clean up this mess an hour ago?” he bellowed the moment he barged in at 6 o’clock, his eyes ablaze with disapproval. You knew that yet again, your efforts fell short of his demanding standards.

“James, I am sorry. I lost track of time. I was in the garden…” you faltered, justifying yourself, avoiding his piercing gaze as you spoke.

“When I talk to you, you look at me! Understood?” James hissed as he yanked your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his imposing glare.

"I-I'm sorry, i-it won't happen again, I promise," you whimpered in fear, the sting of his slap still fresh on your face as you crumpled to the floor.

Without warning, he had struck you once more, the scalding tears tracing a path down your cheeks.

"Look at the things you make me do Y/N! I don't want be the bad guy here," James muttered, hoisting you to your feet as you wiped away the evidence of your pain.

“I am…” you attempted to speak, but he cut you off abruptly.

"I am sorry. I overreacted,” remorse etched on his face, though you didn't want his apology, refusing to meet his gaze as he enveloped you in a suffocating embrace.

“Okay,” you choked on a sob, swallowing hard. Words failed you, a suffocating fear gripping your heart.

Nine weeks pregnant with your unborn child, the last thing you wanted was to draw his wrath further. It wasn’t the first time his fists struck you, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. Amidst his tirades and vicious cycles of abuse, his apologies felt hollow, the promise of change a mere illusion.

"Come on now, Y/N. Some of the senior associates are coming over tomorrow, and I need this place spotless! You don’t want to embarrass me, do you?” James remarked as he released you, prompting you to nod meekly and reach for the vacuum cleaner.

Without wasting a single moment, you attacked the housework, vacuuming and scrubbing with a frenzied determination. Every inch of the furniture received your fierce dusting, and not even the windows escaped your meticulous cleaning. By around 9 o’clock, you had conquered the tasks, but the exhaustion had already settled in.

As you completed your chores, you ascended the stairs to the bathroom, yearning for a brief respite under the warm water. Wrapping a towel around your trembling frame, you hastened to your bedroom to change into something more comfortable, but your attire failed to appease your husband's dissatisfaction.

“For once, could you not make an effort for me? I am your husband, after all,” James seethed, his breath reeking of alcohol as he barged into the room, making his presence felt.

He must have faced a brutal day, likely losing a pivotal legal battle, a realization that spelled trouble for you.

“Please, James, not now,” you pleaded, your words trembling with fear as he advanced towards you menacingly.

"You are mine. You will obey. If I desire, you will submit. You are good for nothing else," James growled, his tone dripping with malice as he forcefully pushed you against the wall, his grip tightening.

"James, please, I'm pregnant. You know this," you cried out amidst tears, attempting to evade his suffocating presence.

"So what?" James spat venomously. "That doesn't exempt you from my needs. On your knees, now," he commanded, gripping your hair and throat mercilessly, his wrath escalating.

"Stop! Just stop!" you begged, your voice breaking as you struggled against his brutal advances, triggering his unchecked fury.

He suddenly kicked your stomach, first once and then twice and slapped you till your face was bleeding once again.  

He was full of rage, and you couldn't make it stop. You were just going to let him do this to you because you didn’t have any strength anymore to fight him. You started seeing dark everywhere and before you knew it you blacked out.

Hours later, you woke up at the local hospital, engulfed by searing pain and exhaustion. Despite the haunting memories of what had befallen you, you chose to keep silent about the truth.

“I fell down the stairs,” you feebly explained to the nurse, offering a feigned facade. Unfamiliar with your history, she dismissed it as a minor accident.

But beneath her seemingly indifferent exterior, a flicker of concern burned brightly. As she somberly delivered the news of your lost child, you found a peculiar solace in the revelation, casting shadows of doubt on your inner turmoil.

“You appear oddly composed despite your loss. Is there anything I can do for you? I can arrange for a psychologist or call your husband to be here with you,” the nurse endeavored to comfort you, sensing an unseen weight upon your shoulders.

“The pregnancy was not planned. I didn't really want another child, so I will be fine,” you mumbled uncertainly, concealing the painful truth that your husband had manipulated you into this plight.

As you pondered your bleak predicament, the specter of freedom beckoned. Yet, with nothing to your name, escape seemed as elusive as a wisp of smoke.

“But, actually…” you hesitated just as the nurse was about to depart.

“Can you please call my brother for me? I don't have my phone on me, and I don't have a wallet either,” you implored, hoping against hope that the nurse would grant you this one favor and that your brother would pick up your call after almost a decade of silence.

“Of course, use my phone,” the nurse offered kindly, extending the lifeline you sought. With Dermont's number etched into your memory, you dialed it, engulfed by a mix of trepidation and longing.

After about three rings , a rough, familiar voice answered, "Who is this?"

"It's me. Please don't hang up ," you blurted out hastily, anxious the nurse wouldn't witness the conversation unfold given how you had parted ways with Dermont many years ago.

A brief pause followed, and your breath hitched, amplifying the suspense.

"Y/N," he finally said, his tone laced with surprise and perhaps a sliver of compassion. The name he hadn't uttered in so long seemed to weigh upon him, dragging up dusty memories of a shared past.

"I'm at the hospital. Can you come? I need your help. I have nowhere else to turn," you murmured into the phone, your voice cracking with unshed tears.

The heaviness of those words hung in the air, enveloped by a thick silence. You could barely discern whether he was mulling over your request or simply wrestling with the fervent desire to hang up.

"Which hospital?" Dermont asked, his tone now a shade softer. It seemed there was always a piece of him, deep within his heart that wouldn't abandon you despite your troubled past.

"Mater Private. I'm on the fourth floor," you mumbled as you swallowed the lump in your throat, anticipating the decision that could change the trajectory of your life forever.

"All right. I'm on my way," Dermont reassured, trying to hide the unease lacing his voice.

The phone call terminated, leaving you on tenterhooks, the enormity of your actions mercilessly sinking in.

The nurse watched you with gentle eyes, a silent understanding passing between the two of you. A whirlpool of agonizing vulnerability consumed you, spreading barbed tendrils of panic but somehow you knew that, at least for now, you were safe. Dermont would be coming from you and you would not have to face James again. 

Hours later, at Cillian's House....

It was around midnight when Cillian’s phone rang, ripping him out of his sleep.

“Jesus, why is someone calling you so late?” Janette, Cillian's paralegal, yelped while laying next to him. She pulled the doona over her face to cover her ears, trying to block out the unexpected interruption. Cillian and her had been entangled in an on-and-off romance for a few months now. It wasn't anything serious, just innocent fun on restless occasions.

“It’s a friend. It’s probably urgent,” Cillian murmured to her before taking the call and, as Dermont's panicky voice flooded his ears, a sense of urgency gripped him.

Barely shaking off the dregs of sleep, he scrambled out of bed, his actions fueled by instinct.

"What's going on, Dermont?" Cillian asked hurriedly, his mind shifting gears as he mentally prepared to handle whatever crisis his friend was in. 

“I urgently need an AVO. It can't wait,” Dermont nervously admitted and Cillian could hear the strain in his voice. 

"What the fuck for?" he wanted to know, thinking that Dermont had gotten himself in trouble and what he heard next made him forget all about his restless night.

"It's for my sister, Y/N. I swear, she needs it urgently. She's at the hospital because her sick bastard of a husband did beat her up again," Dermont explained and the sudden mention of your name made Cillian bolt upright. 

"How bad are her injuries? Is she alright?"  Cillian queried urgently, concern etching lines onto his face. The strong defenses he had erected around his heart began to weaken, an unspoken history pulling him under. Despite having lost touch with you just over sixteen years ago, memories of you remained vivid.

Dermont sighed before replying, "The doctors and nurses managed to deal with the damage. She's alive but she her entire body is covered in bruises,"  Dermont's voice cracked, conveying his helplessness at the distance that had grown between them after all these years.

"Did she report him to the police?" Cillian asked through clenched teeth, his cool demeanor betraying an intense surge of anger.

"Not yet. She's scared, man. She is really scared," Dermont whispered, the weight of his words settling menacingly in the air. 

"Listen, there is nothing we can really do tonight. You need to take her to the shelter on York Street. She'll be safe there. They provide emergency accommodation in cases like this. Come to my office with her tomorrow morning, at 8 o’clock and we'll start the paperwork,” Cillian advised, his mind racing through scenarios to ensure everyone's safety.  "Oh, and Dermont, get her a prepaid phone. She shouldn't be using hers in case her husband is tracking her," Cillian added as an afterthought, knowing that dangerous men like James often went to great lengths to control and harm their victims.

"Thanks, man," Dermont responded appreciatively, the reality that his friend was offering a much-needed olive branch sinking in.

"Of course. I will see you both tomorrow," Cillian agreed as he terminated the call with a sense of purpose coursing through his veins. As he glanced at Janette, who had since emerged from beneath the covers, a spark of clarity illuminated his eyes.

"What happened?" she wanted to know as Cillian climbed back into bed beside her.

"My friend's sister needs an AVO. Her husband has been beating her for a while I think and she just ended up in hospital tonight," Cillian pensively uttered the words as he slipped back into bed, disrupting the tranquility of the room that suddenly seemed tainted by the overwhelming gravity of the situation.

Janette blinked, slowly awakening to this revelation and the evident distress on Cillian's face. 

"I don't get it," she said softly. "Why are you even getting involved in this? You no longer do this kind of work and should refer her to Legal Aid rather than taking this case pro-bono which I know is what you are going to do." 

Cillian let out a sigh before replying, "Because he is my best friend, and I knew her from when we were young. We basically grew up in the same neighborhood."  he clarified, while absentmindedly toying with a loose thread on the blanket.

"Okay sure," she replied, immediately lapsing into a trance-like silence. With furrowed eyebrows and a partly sealed mouth, Janette's disapproval lingered uncomfortably in the room. "But honestly, do you even think that she will accept your help? If her husband has been doing this to her for a while, then she might even go back to him after a you bring a lawsuit," Janette interjected, the skepticism evident in her voice. "She's obviously got mental issues. Women who allow men to do this kind of stuff for a prolonged period of time usually have other things going on with them Cillian and you may not be able to save her," Janette persisted, exposing her doubts about the situation at hand.

Cillian felt a pang of defensiveness on behalf of you which was something he hadn't seen in over a decade and a half. "She isn't that type of woman, trust me. I knew her quite well," he stated emphatically, as he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before sighing deeply. "Let's just get back to sleep, alright?" he then murmured, draping an arm around Janette's waist. But his mind remained restless, preoccupied with thoughts of your predicament and, to make matters even worse, when had fallen back asleep, Cillian's thoughts drifted back to their shared past, resurrecting memories of a time when life seemed infinitely simpler.

One evening in particular entered his mind. It was a cold autumn night just over sixteen years ago. You had just turned 18 the month before and Cillian was visiting Cork during his Semester break.  It was Dermont's 20th Birthday and Cillian had traveled all the way from Dublin to join the celebration. 

Spotting you in the corner of the room that evening, Cillian's pulse quickened as usual. He had been feeling this irresistible pull towards you for years, but never had the courage to utter a word about it. 

"Hey," he finally said, approaching you timidly, holding a little parcel in his hand. 

"Oh hey. I didn't even know that you were coming," you responded excitedly as you spotted him.

Your smile was as dazzling as ever, bathing his heart in warmth.

"Well, I wouldn't miss your brother's birthday for the world," Cillian replied with a wink, handing over the present wrapped in shiny blue paper.  "And this is for you I suppose. I am sorry it is a bit late. So, happy belated18th birthday," he told you, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild drum.

"You shouldn't have gotten me anything," you smiled as you unwrapped the gift with your slender, small fingers revealing a bracelet featuring your favorite animal.

"Oh wow, Cillian. Thank you," you exclaimed, that warm smile lighting up your face once more, sending a flutter through Cillian's heart.

"I'm glad you like it," Cillian replied, his own mouth curving into a grin as he marveled at your unbridled delight. "I first thought getting you jewelry was weird, but I don't know, when I saw it, it seemed really fitting somehow,"  he confided, a certain vulnerability in his voice which you found both surprising and endearing.

Your fingers grazed the intricately designed silver badger, its keen little eyes gazing back at you, seeming almost fiercely protective. 

"It's perfect," you told him before leaning in to kiss his cheek.  The gesture was innocent, yet it ignited a lingering warmth between you two - a feeling that left Cillian both thrilled and lovesick.

The night wore on, and the party dwindled to a close, but that brief encounter remained etched in Cillian's memory. He sought you out a few times that evening and, eventually, he found you outside, enveloped by the chill of the night. The atmosphere was saturated with a heavy silence, the hushed rustling of leaves playing an eerie melody in the darkness. The soft glow emanating from the house cast shadows upon the garden as he hesitantly approached.

"Avoiding the drunken crowds?" Cillian asked as he sat down next to you on the big swinging bench which you always assumed to be from the seventies. In his hand, he held a pint of Guinness and you reached for it to take a sip.

Your fingers made contact with his, setting off a current that surprised both of you. "I almost forgot that you are old enough to drink now ," Cillian mentioned, trying to bring the electricity in the air back down to normal levels.

"It's not my first sip of beer, but don't tell alright?" you chuckled , before cautiously taking a mouthful of the bitter drink.

Cillian's lips spread into a warm smile, enjoying your carefree laughter. It was a sound he wished to hear more often, although he realized he knew very little about what made you truly happy. "Scout's honor," Cillian nodded, the corner of his lips twitching in a soft smile.

The frosty night descended around you, weaving in the shared quietness and the stirring breeze.

As you handed the beer glass back to Cillian, you brushed your fingertips gently against his, the little shock still radiating like a cozy secret between the two of you. Cillian studied your face, reading the emotions swimming at the surface of your eyes. Something so genuine and comely: it was invigorating, and he couldn't seem to glance away.

"I know I've never said this, but honestly, I always quite liked you, you know ," Cillian quietly admitted, baring his soul to you. Opening up to his best friend's younger sister—the girl he pined for relentlessly throughout adolescence—felt both breathtaking and slightly terrifying.

"Really?" you queried, attempting to keep your wavering voice steady. "Why didn't you say something?" you asked, the words barely audible, as a nervous flutter rose within you. Your fingers toyed with the hem of your sleeve, mirroring the tumultuous storm brewing within your heart.

Cillian let out a soft chuckle before answering, "I'm not sure, really. You were young, and I was neither mature nor brave enough to express my feelings. I don't know,"  Cillian said with a shake in his voice, bashfully lowering his gaze. The vulnerability emanating from his statement filled you with a deep warmth, especially when he raised his eyes to meet yours again.

As you stared at each other, a wave of intensity rippled between you. "I kinda liked you too , y'know," you confessed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You couldn't tear your gaze away from the depth of Cillian's ocean blue eyes.

"In fact, I always had the biggest crush on you but just when I was ready to tell you were dating Siobhan O'Connor and  I hated that. I thought you would never notice me," you admitted nervously.

Cillian looked taken aback, as if the wind had been knocked out of him.

"What? That can't be," Cillian countered. "Of course, I noticed you! You had always been the most beautiful girl at every party we went to," Cillian cheerfully insisted, causing a soft blush to grace your cheeks. 

"Do you still think so?" you asked, your voice barely audible as a shiver of anticipation coursed down your spine. You shuffled closer, your breath hitching when your thighs brushed tantalizingly against Cillian's. Suddenly, he felt like the only solid thing in a world of chaos.

Cillian's gaze dropped to your lips, and in that moment, he knew that you two had been dancing around each other for far too long. 

"Yes, I do. You are beautiful,"  Cillian whispered hoarsely, leaning in to cup your face gently. Your eyes fluttered shut, and his lips met yours in a searing kiss that turned the world upside down. Every fear, every moment of hesitation dissipated like smoke in the night, replaced by the thunderous wave of desire.

You hesitated at first, unsure of how to react to the sudden turn of events as you had never been touched with such tenderness, and it took a moment to adjust.

Yet, as Cillian deepened the kiss, you realized that something seemed to awaken within you—a heavy hunger you didn’t know existed.

With shaky hands, you reached for his face, tracing your fingers his jawline. Cillian reacted with a low groan, tightening his arms around your waist. You tugged at the bottom edge of his sweater, desperate to feel more of him pressed up against you.

"Do you want to go to my room?" you murmured, pulling away just enough to speak. Your voice was barely above a whisper, but Cillian heard you loud and clear as if it was the most reasonable thing anyone has ever asked him. Albeit sensing your nervousness, he nodded and, shortly after that you led him to your room while everything around you seemed to blur.

You locked the door behind you, taking a brief moment to survey the room that was once yours but now seemed foreign.

The single bed was pushed against the wall, and a vanity littered with makeup and hair supplies occupied the other corner. But all of that faded into the background as you turned to face Cillian.

"We probably shouldn't tell Dermont about this," you murmured with a hesitant smile and Cillian chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair away from your face.

"Probably not," he replied, caressing your cheek gently.

As he leaned in to kiss you once more, you could feel the heat rising between you two. Your breath hitched as his hands roamed your body, and you clung to him greedily, running your fingers through his hair.

Cillian's fingers found the hem of your shirt, slipping under it to touch the warm, smooth skin beneath.

You shivered nervously  , but didn't stop him. Instead, you pulled him closer, your fingers digging into his back.

Cillian kissed you harder, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands moved up to cup your breasts, and you arched your back, moaning into his mouth.

You could feel his hardness pressing into your hip, and you reached down to touch him over his jeans.

Cillian hissed, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. "Fuck, Y/N," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

You bit your lip, feeling reckless and wild. "I never, you know , did it before," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to, with you."

"Are you sure? We don't have to,"  Cillian said, searching your face for any signs of hesitation or uncertainty. But you only saw concern and care in his eyes - a stark contrast to the hunger and desire that had consumed you both just moments earlier.

"I'm sure," you whispered, reaching up to pull him down onto the bed with you for another kiss. Your bodies pressed together, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. Cillian's hands roamed your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips before settling on the button of your jeans.

With trembling fingers, he undid the button and slid the zipper down, revealing the lacy red thong that lay beneath.

You watched him, your breath hitching as his gaze dropped to your lower half. Cillian swallowed hard, his throat dry as he saw the dampness seeping through the fabric of your underwear.

"Fuck, Y/N," he whispered, his voice ragged. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your jeans and dragged them down your legs, leaving you laying there in just your thong and your snug fitting t-shirt.   The anticipation coiled tight in your belly while you watched him stand and remove his own clothes, letting them fall to the floor where his shoes already lay discarded.

His body was lean and covered in freckles. Your eyes were drawn to the firm muscles of his abs, your gaze tracing the lines and ridges formed by his body. Then they wandered lower, to the bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs. 

You quickly sat up and pulled off your t-shirt , tossing it aside with eagerness, revealing your bare breasts for the first time to his gaze. 

You sat there nervously  , anticipation and excitement coiling in your belly. Your nipples hardened under his gaze and you couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," Cillian said, as he knelt on the bed and crawled towards you, trailing his fingers over your skin. You inhaled sharply and leaned back to allow him access. He gently caressed one breast and then the other, before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. You gasped as his hot mouth closed around it, and your body trembled under his touch.

The sensation of his tongue swirling around your nipple sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, pooling in your core.

You let out a low moan, arching your back as he teased you. Your hands roved over his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your fingertips. Cillian's hand traced a path from your breasts, down your stomach, until he reached the apex of your thighs.

He hooked his finger into the hem of your thong and slowly pulled it down your legs, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him.

You couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as he stared at your naked body, taking in every inch of you.

His gaze was intense, filled with desire and longing.

His eyes met yours, and he leaned in to kiss you deeply.

His tongue plunged into your mouth, dancing with yours in a sensual rhythm that mirrored the movements of his fingers.

Cillian gently explored the folds of your pussy, discovering your slick wetness and groaning into the kiss.

He slipped a finger inside you, and you gasped at the sensation, your hips bucking upwards to meet his touch. He added a second finger, stretching you open and preparing you for what was to come.

Cillian broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck and over your collarbone. He suckled at your breasts, teasing your hard nipples with his tongue before continuing his journey down your body.

He planted soft kisses along your stomach, inching lower and lower until he reached the apex of your thighs. You spread your legs wider, allowing him access to the most intimate part of your being, the scent of your arousal heavy in the air.

Cillian wasted no time in exploring you further, spreading your lips apart with his thumbs and diving his tongue into your wetness. You cried out, your fingers finding their way into his hair, holding him in place as you ground yourself against his face.

"Holy shit, I didn't expect that," you panted, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as his tongue flicked expertly against your clit.

Cillian groaned against your wetness, his hands spreading you wider open as he feasted upon you. The sensation of his tongue delving into your most intimate places was almost too much to bear, and you struggled to keep your sanity as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"Don't stop," you pleaded, your fingers tightening in his hair as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

"Cillian, please, don't stop." Your voice was a breathy whisper, urging him to continue his assault on your senses.

Cillian eagerly obliged, redoubling his efforts and bringing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. His tongue fluttered against your clit, and his fingers plunged deeper inside you, curling up to stroke the sensitive spot within.

The sensation was indescribable, and you felt your orgasm building, spiraling higher and higher until it threatened to consume you entirely.

"Cillian!" you shouted his name as your release crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your body shuddered, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Cillian didn't relent, his tongue continuing to circle and flick against your sensitive clit, drawing out your orgasm for what felt like an eternity. When you could finally take no more, you pushed his head away gently, panting and gasping for air. He looked up at you with satisfied eyes, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply, sharing the taste of your release with you.

It was the strangest but most satisfying experience , feeling his face slick with your desire, knowing that it was because he had pleasured you in the most earth-shattering way possible.

He brushed the hair away from your sweaty forehead, murmuring sweet words of love and adoration.

"You taste fucking delicious," Cillian whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his lips traced the shell of your ear.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close for another searing kiss.

As you were kissing, you reached into his briefs , wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. Cillian hissed, his hips bucking forward as you began to stroke him firmly.

"Goddamn, Y/N," Cillian growled, his blue eyes dark with desire as he watched your every move. "You're going to make me come like this."

"That's the idea," you purred, rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the bead of pre-come that had gathered there.

"No, really," Cillian tried to sound stern, but even he could hear the barely concealed desperation in his voice. You chuckled and continued your assault, your hand moving faster and faster along his length. "I wanted this for so long. I need to feel you. All of you,"  Cillian moaned, as you released his manhood from the confines of the briefs. His cock was thick and pulsating with need, and you couldn’t help but marvel at its size and girth. Cillian leaned back, resting himself on his knees, giving you the perfect view. His muscles rippled in the dim light, and the sweat glistening on his skin only added to his allure.

He pushed his briefs all the way off , tossing them to the side and leaving him completely bare.

You couldn't take your eyes off him, mesmerized by the sight of him fully naked before you. He was a work of art, and you couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the male form before you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cillian asked, his voice low and husky. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Y/N."

But you knew what you wanted.

"I want to, Cillian. I want all of you," you whispered and, with that, Cillian was on top of you, his lips crushing down on yours in a passionate kiss.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh, and you couldn't help but squirm underneath him, eager for him to enter you.

"Please, Cillian," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need you inside me."

Cillian didn't need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at your entrance, his tip brushing against your slick folds. He hesitated for a moment, savoring the feeling of your wetness against him.

Then, with a slow and deliberate thrust, he entered you, filling you up completely. You gasped as he bottomed out inside you, your walls stretching to accommodate his size.

"Shit," you whispered, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't move yet," you begged, still adjusting to the sensation of him inside you.

Cillian obeyed, resting his forehead against yours, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back. You could feel the pulse of his cock inside you, and it sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

"How does it feel?" Cillian asked, his voice strained. You could see the strain in his eyes too, the effort it took for him to hold back.

"Strange. But in a good way," you replied quietly, your breath hitching as he shifted inside you, causing your walls to clench around him.

"Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?" Cillian whispered, concern etched on his face.

"No, no, I want more," you reassured him, your hands roaming down his back and gripping his firm buttocks.

Cillian took your cue and began to move, slowly at first, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation. With each thrust, his cock hit a sensitive spot inside you, eliciting a gasp every time. The smell of sweat and sex filled the room, and your bodies slapped together, creating a primal symphony that echoed through the space.

"Oh god , don't stop," you panted, your legs tightening around Cillian's waist as he thrusted into you gently, but precisely.  Your bodies melded into one, slick with sweat and desire, every movement bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Cillian's thrusts became more insistent, and your moans grew louder as he hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl.

"I can feel how wet you are for me, Y/N," Cillian whispered, his voice husky with lust.

He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring the corners of your mouth as he continued to thrust into you.

You moaned against his lips, your legs wrapped around his waist as you took every inch of him. The friction of his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls was driving you crazy, and it didn't take long before you felt another orgasm building inside you.

Cillian must have felt the same because he started to build his own rhythm, driving himself harder and faster into your writhing body.

"I am so close. Oh god fuck," you panted, your fingers digging into Cillian's back as your body tensed up and you released a loud moan . The intensity of the orgasm shook you to your core, making you dizzy and disoriented. Your walls clenched around Cillian's cock, the sensation sending him over the edge.

With a loud groan, Cillian came inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you up with his warm seed. He collapsed on top of you, his body trembling as he caught his breath. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as your bodies slowly came down from the intense high.

Cillian's breathing was heavy, his heart pounding against your chest. You could feel his sweat mingling with yours, creating a sticky mixture that coated your skin.

"Fuck, Y/N," Cillian whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "That was intense," he gasped and you moaned loudly again as he slowly pulled out.

"Yes it was," you agreed, shivering as the cool air touched your wetness. You could feel Cillian's warmth seeping out of you, merging with the sticky fluid that dripped down to your thighs. The sensation was oddly comforting and erotic at the same time, causing you to lick your lips in anticipation.

Cillian leaned in to kiss you once more, but before you could reciprocate, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Y/N, are you in there?" you heard your brother ask and you quickly covered Cillian's mouth with your hand before responding.  "Yes, Dermont, what do you want?" you said, trying to compose yourself. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you could still feel Cillian's warmth seeping out of you.

Cillian shot you a puzzled look, but you just shook your head slightly, indicating that he should stay quiet. He looked confused but thankfully didn't protest.

"I was looking for Cillian. Do you know where he went?" your brother asked and you were quick to respond.

"Nope , I haven't seen him," you lied, trying to hide the panic in your voice. Your heart was racing, and your body still hummed with pleasure from the intense lovemaking session you had just shared with Cillian. You could feel a blush creeping up your neck as you tried to remain calm.

"Alright," Dermont said, sounding disappointed. "Well, I'll catch up with him later then. If you see him, let him know that he left his  phone in the living room," Dermont said, his footsteps retreating down the hallway.

As soon as you heard the front door close, you let out a sigh of relief.

"That was close," you whispered to Cillian, who was still lying on top of you and  he chuckled, his breath hot against your ear.

"Too close," he agreed and then he kissed you once more before having to say his farewell for the evening. It was one and only time you had slept with each other before Cillian returned to Dublin for his studies and you went to Australia for your gap-year and whilst Cillian had promised to wait for you, life had other plans. 

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Could you do 2, 8, and 16 prompts by asirensrage - (Various Prompts) for Criston Cole from ASOIAF? Thanks <3

I made this a female darling just because I thought the idea of making something similar to what he had with Rhaenyra was fun to play with. So here you go, the most hated character in HOTD.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Ser Criston Cole Prompts 2, 8, 16

"Tell me you want me. Please. Just for one night tell me...tell me that you want me."

"Is this enough? Just you and me. Can it be enough?"

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'll kill anyone who does."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling (Targaryen Princess! Darling), Obsession, Mature themes (Implications of bedding/loss of maidenhood), Dark themes, Possessive behavior, Cole is a bit pathetic and down horrendous, Dubious/Consensual yet forbidden relationship.

Ser Criston Cole is your personal guard and knight. One willing to do anything for his beloved princess. As a knight, he is prepared to listen to your order no matter the cost.

However... his feelings for you go beyond that of knight and princess.

Criston Cole knows he shouldn't feel this way. You are his princess, the one he's meant to guard. Yet here he is fantasizing about ideas he really shouldn't.

Part of him wishes the roles were different. He wishes you two could love properly. He's tired of having to hide his feelings, of having to pretend you two have a professional relationship.

You two could be so much more.

Yet you've been betrothed.

His feelings could ruin your honor, yet in this case he can't bring himself to care. Whenever he looks at you, he can't help but think of how it would feel to feel your skin... to kiss your lips. As your knight... He should make you happy.

Why won't you let him make you happy?

Whenever your betrothed is in the room, Criston finds himself seething. Like a good knight, he smothers his anger the best he can. His feelings can ruin everything... no need to be so desperate.

But your betrothal makes things so damn difficult.

As much as he tried to hide his displeasure, it felt nearly impossible. Those with a keen eye could see Criston glare at your betrothed when guarding you. That along with Criston inching closer instinctively when you speak with your soon-to-be... husband.

Oof... that leaves a bad taste in his mouth....

One day during a conversation with your betrothed about wedding plans, Criston couldn't take it anymore. He tried his best to remain complacent. Yet the thought of you being wed off was too much.

"Princess. You must come back to your chambers, the queen has ordered you study."

It's a well-placed and mostly believable lie. One that's enough to drag you away from that dreaded conversation. By the time he got you in your chambers...

Well, things felt infinitely better once you were alone....

Criston couldn't help but feel a bit pathetic when he sat in your bed chamber. You sat in front of him on the bed and here he was on his knees before you. You had such a strong control over him...

He'd do anything for his princess... as any knight should.

"Princess, I'm sorry..." He sighs, hands trailing up to your waist as he looks up at you. "As your knight I should stay as your guard... but I can't help but want more than that."

Such a ritual has occurred multiple times between you. It was never much more than sweet caresses and praises. It was enough to keep the knight satiated for now, as you kept denying anything further.

He just wished you wanted this as much as he did.

"Ser Cole, you know I can't allow that...." You frown, the sight making his heart ache. "I'm betrothed, and you are my knight, we cannot-"

"Tell me you want me. Please. Just for one night tell me...tell me that you want me." Criston pleads, looking up at you with eager eyes. "Surely you don't love your betrothed more than me, do you?"

You pause at that statement. Like most arranged marriages, you had mixed feelings on your chosen husband. However... bedding your knight shouldn't even be an option.

"Ser Cole, that's irrelevant-" You try to reason, only for your knight to stand and place his hands on your shoulders.

"It's relevant to me..." Criston answers, watching you with hungry yet pleading eyes. "As your knight, I must make you happy. Wouldn't you be happier if you spent one night with me...? If you picked me instead...?"

"Ser Cole, please..." You plead, yet your knight quietly lays you down before pinning you. He's careful not to hurt you, however. After all... what knight would he be if he hurt his princess?

"Is this enough? Just you and me. Can it be enough?" He pleads to you, clearly desperate for any sort of affection you can give him. "I'm tired of watching others have you... I know you better than anyone else. Why can't you just choose me?"

"Mother would never accept me to choose a knight." You sigh, in denial of your own feelings. Between your betrothed and your knight... you will admit you're rather be given the option to choose. You like your knight...

But he seems to like his princess too much.

"What your mother thinks does not matter..." Criston mutters, eyes darkening at the thought. "All that matters is if you feel the same... all that matters to me is that you'd choose me over anyone."

Criston Cole can see the denial on your face. It only serves to encourage him, however, as he holds one of your hands to his cheek. He doesn't care what happens as long as you choose him. For even just one night... he wants to be yours... completely.

"Don't look at me as though you fear me, princess..." Criston whispers, straddling you gently to not hurt you. "I'm not going to hurt you... I'll kill anyone who does."

"You'll what?" You ask, only for Criston to press a bit closer, slowly unstrapping his armor.

"As your knight it is my duty to protect you. You should know I'm more than willing to spill blood in your name, right?" Your knight whispers, taking the time to fully remove his armor. You don't push him away, watching him with curiosity. Truth is... you do want to give in.

He's yours to use, isn't he?

"Yes... I am aware...." You murmur, breath hitching when the knight leans close again, heavy armor now cast aside.

"Please, my princess..." Your knight pleads, pressed against you desperately. "Please be mine for at least one night... make me yours... I want no other to be mine."

You know that this whole situation is a bad idea. Bedding your knight can have lasting consequences. It would be dishonorable....

But such worries are quickly suffocated once your knight kisses your lips.

For him, this was a victory he'd remember his entire life. After this, you would be impure... yet he would use that to his advantage. You won't be betrothed after this... you couldn't be after losing your maidenhood.

After this... you two could run away! After all, you'd rather do that than face your mother, right? He'd gladly accompany you somewhere no one can find you two.

Going rogue goes against his noble honor, but if it was for you, he'll accept it. You may not accept running away at first... yet he promises it is for the best! Who cares about a code of honor if he has you.

He'd kill anyone for you. The blood coating his armor and sword would be worn with pride. He'd do anything if it meant he had your praise.

For now, he'll settle for this one night until he brings up his plan. For now he's savor kissing your salty skin with a pleased groan. He'd do anything just to hear you say his name with praise.

A knight must be loyal to their princess...

Something he's more than willing to do if it pleases you and allows him more nights like this.

[jainiss]

hello!

bringing reactions of luffy, sanji, ace and zoro, from one piece, when they do something that makes yn very angry. Yn have an angry attitude towards them and walk away.

Hope you guys like it ~

Ps: forgive me if there are english mistakes. English is not my native language.

Ps2: these are guesses at what I think it would be. all fictional.

Luffy's eyes widened in surprise as he watched you storm away, anger radiating from every step you took. He scratched his head, completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events. It had all started innocently enough, with Luffy being his usual carefree self.

"Hey, yn, check out this awesome new meat I found!" Luffy had exclaimed, holding up a massive chunk of meat as if it were a treasure. But instead of the usual laughter or excitement he expected from his crewmate, your reaction had been explosive.

"Luffy, you're impossible!" you yelled, your face flushed with anger. Luffy had never seen you like this before. Your fists clenched, and you pointed an accusing finger at him. "You're always thinking about food! We have more important things to do, like finding the One Piece!"

Luffy blinked, his carefree grin fading. He didn't understand what had triggered this sudden outburst. "But yn, I'm always hungry! And finding the One Piece is fun, too!"

Your glare could have burned a hole through a steel wall. "Fun? Luffy, this is serious! We're risking our lives out here, and you act like it's all a game!" With that, you turned on your heel and stormed off, leaving Luffy standing there, meat still in hand.

The crew watched in stunned silence as Luffy scratched his head again, trying to comprehend what had just happened. "I just wanted to share some meat," he mumbled, looking down at the abandoned food in his hand.

Nami sighed and patted Luffy on the back. "You have a lot to learn about people's priorities, Captain." Luffy nodded slowly, a serious expression crossing his face. "I guess I do. But I'll make it up to yn somehow, just wait and see!"

And with that newfound determination, Luffy set off to find you, determined to mend the rift he had unintentionally caused in his crew. Little did he know that this unexpected confrontation would lead to a deeper understanding of his friends and their shared journey towards finding the legendary One Piece.

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Sanji's eyes widened in shock as he watched your face contort with anger. He had always been known for his smooth-talking and flirtatious ways, but it seemed he had crossed a line this time.

Your fists clenched, and your nostrils flared as you glared at him with intense fury. "What did I do?" Sanji stammered, taking an involuntary step back.

He had never seen you like this before, and it was more than a little unsettling. Your voice was low and dangerous as you hissed, "You think you can just flirt your way out of everything, don't you? Well, not this time, you idiot."

Sanji's heart sank as you turned on your heel and stormed away, leaving him standing there, utterly bewildered. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of what had just happened. It was clear he had underestimated your temper, and now he had to figure out how to make amends.

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In the world of One Piece, Ace always had a fiery personality, but he never expected this kind of reaction from you. It was a sunny day on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, and the crew was gathered around, laughing and sharing stories. Ace, in his usual boisterous manner, had cracked a joke that he thought was harmless. Little did he know, it had struck a nerve with you.

You clenched your fists, your face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Ace, you...you just don't understand, do you?" you seethed, your voice trembling with anger. Ace, taken aback by your sudden outburst, blinked in surprise. "Whoa, what did I say?"

Sanji, sensing the tension in the air, stepped back and muttered, "This doesn't look good." You shot Ace a withering glare and snapped, "You're always making jokes about everything! Some things are serious, Ace. Learn to show some respect!"

The crew fell silent, watching the scene unfold. Ace, realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to offer an apology, "I didn't mean to upset you that much, yn. I'm sorry." But your anger was like a burning inferno, and you turned on your heel, storming away from Ace and the crew.

Luffy scratched his head and asked, "What just happened?" Nami, the voice of reason, sighed and explained, "I think Ace accidentally touched a sore spot, and yn's not in the mood for jokes right now."

As you disappeared into the ship's interior, Ace watched you go with a mixture of regret and confusion. He knew he had a lot to learn about sensitivity, especially when it came to you. Little did he know, he was about to embark on a journey of self-discovery, trying to understand the depths of your feelings and the importance of being more considerate towards them.

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Zoro had always been a man of few words, his steely gaze rarely betraying any emotion. But today, he had managed to do something that had pushed you to your limits. Your temper flared like a storm on the horizon as you glared at Zoro. Your fists clenched at your sides, knuckles white with tension.

"Zoro, you're unbelievable!" you seethed, your voice sharp with anger. Zoro turned his head slightly, acknowledging your anger with a quirked eyebrow. He didn't say anything, waiting for you to continue. "You promised, Zoro!" Your voice cracked with frustration. "You promised you'd be there, and you'd support me when I needed it the most." Zoro's gaze hardened, realizing the gravity of his mistake.

He had indeed made a promise to you, and he had forgotten. It was an oversight, something he rarely allowed to happen. Your violent attitude was palpable, your anger radiating like heat waves. You turned away, unable to bear the sight of Zoro's stoic expression any longer. "I can't believe I trusted you," you muttered as you began to walk away. As you stormed off, Zoro finally spoke, his voice unusually low and filled with regret. "Yn, wait." You paused, your back still turned to him.

"What is it, Zoro?" Zoro took a step closer, his words measured and sincere. "I messed up, and I'm sorry. I should have been there for you, and I'll make it up to you. I promise." You hesitated, torn between your anger and the genuine remorse in Zoro's voice. Slowly, you turned to face him, your eyes still filled with frustration. "You better keep that promise, Zoro." Zoro nodded, his gaze softening. "I will."

And so, in that moment of clashing emotions, Zoro and you found yourselves at a crossroads. Zoro had learned the importance of keeping his word, and you had discovered that even the most stoic of individuals could feel remorse. Your bond was tested, but perhaps, in time, it would grow stronger from this experience.

Byebye~

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[whorediaries-09]

if you tasted poison;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- angst, sexual assault. a/n- please do not continue under cut, if any of the topics trigger you.

prequel masterlist series masterlist little train.

you were woken up by a loud thud on the door. out of instinct, you tried to crane your neck to locate the source of the sound. instead, a sharp pain shot throughout your body, tears at your waterline.

'she's not a death eater?'

'no. did you bring the veritaserum now?'

as the tears flowed down your cheeks, your vision cleared. severus snape and lucius malfoy stood by the door, discussing about you.

'we must trust the dark lord's choices. if we question it, it may backfire on us,' snape said, looking over at you. 'ah, she's awake.' lucius sneered.

'do you not trust my judgement now?'

'i'm a solemn servant of the dark lord, not yours malfoy,' the latter let out a breathe.

'the dark lord trusts me, you can't hold me captive,' you said. on a second thought, it wasn't the best decision to indicate any signs of life between them, yet here you were. lucius lifted a brow.

'you're awake now are you, mudblood?'

'must have fallen asleep. really comfy place to sleep actually,' you bit back.

'mind your attitude,'

'or what? your little snake friends will gather around and kill me? death doesn't fucking scare me,'

'you've got a nice tongue for somebody who'd in dire need of medical assistance,' lucius commented, his steps faltering near you. 'mind your attitude, or i might just feed you to nagini.' he bent over your form, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

you spat on his face.

he seethed with anger, getting away from you.

*-

for the second time that day, the door creaked open. you heard the familiar steps near you, carrying a tray, the metal of utensils clinking against each other with every movement.

'eat, i've got to keep you alive, in the least,' he said, throwing the tray on your lap. he swished his wand, setting your hands free.

'no funny business,'

he stood by you, watching as you wolfed down the food. it was bland, lacking any form of spices, and cold, but it didn't matter. as long as it was something edible, you were happy with it. you needed to be alive, and you would get out of here, alive. you drowned the glass of water, breathing heavily as you finished the food.

'good girl,' he said, taking away the tray.

'don't call me that, lucius,' you warned. he swished his wand, tying up your hands. but this time around, he let you up in the air, floating within his eye line.

'no? what should i call you then? a filthy whore perhaps?' he said, sliding the shoes off your feet. you screeched, the pain shooting right through you.

'don't touch me!' you shouted, trying to get away from him. but he had you in place, as you floated like an object in the air. he had complete control over your body.

'no?' he asked, breathing you in, his fingers raking over your form. you felt the tears clot your vision. 'i fear,' he whispered, 'you're not in much of a position to give orders.'

his hands were cold and disgusting on your body. he held your head up, craning your broken neck on the other side.

'shame,' he breathed, ripping apart your clothes, matted with your blood. 'what a fucking shame. such a pretty mudblood,' he said, eyes cold as ice gazing over the exposed skin of your naked body. his words were vile and cruel, stabbing within you. as his hands touched every part of your body, as you hung mid air, helplessly, hot tears pouring out of your eyes.

'lucius, please, please leave me,' you begged, feeling pathetic. he laughed cruelly, bitterly and coldly.

'can't,' he said, burying himself within you. 'you feel so good.' pure hot white rage filled you up as he pushed himself within you, your nerves flowing with disgust.

'taking it like such a good girl,' he groaned, his filthy hands roaming all over your body. 'what a good whore,'

*-

it was cold. your body was restricted and lump on the ground. you could feel the blood dry at your lips. your body ached from all the abuse lucius had dawned upon you. you hated yourself for it. you ought to have had been more careful. it was your fault, letting lucius catch you when you'd been sneaking in his manor.

the disgust of the feeling of his touch still tasted like poison on your tongue.

you hated how you couldn't spit it out.

you felt your body growing lump, the hot tears a quiet contradiction to the coldness. the agony was too much. you felt pathetic, your eyelids becoming heavy, as you felt your breathing falter.

you didn't have it in yourself to go with grace.

you were dying for somebody who wanted to be the hero, flying around and saving faces. you'd be buried by him as he wore the same jewels you gave him.

and with your gathered storms, you watched as the soul torturously died within you. you felt your battleships sink, killing you softly, killing you treacherously. drowning you slow and heavy, pulling you under the waves which carried you to the shore.

it was as if you saw your life flash within your mind, when you heard the voice of the loss of your life. when you saw through your tears, the sparkle of life you'd burned reflect in front of your eyes. when you felt the cold yet cozy touch, so unfamiliar yet so similar.

you felt yourself being pulled against his chest, as he whispered, into your ear, holding you close,

'fuck, please, hold on,'

pathetically, you closed your eyes, the sight of tears in the gray eyes you lost the last.

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[layla4567]

Hello there! I love your May The Force Be With You so much that I am requesting one! Here’s mine: The reader calms Cal down when he is using the Dark Side (During Jedi Survivor near the end when he’s chocking Lan Denvick) but you choose the reader calms him down.

oki doki!

I'm right here

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Fem reader Summary: Cal seeks revenge by using the dark side of the force against the hidden base of the Imperial Security Office. You arrive just in time before he does something crazy Warnings: Blood, violence, fight, chocking, spoilers of jedi survivor, angst but fluff ending kinda (If I forget something let me know) A/N: This is my first request, sorry for the delay, btw I had to research the game to write this lol

Cal walked with sure and furious steps towards the base, wielding his saber that now shone bright red ready to attack anyone who crossed his path. The red light contrasted with his green eyes and gave him a menacing look, Cal wanted revenge, to avenge the death of his friends and his seething anger toward embracing his dark side. You stayed on the ship praying that nothing bad happens to him or that he doesn't cause a lot of blood to flow. You understood Cal more than anyone and how painful it is to lose a loved one, especially when they had already lost someone before.

Finding Lank Denvik sitting behind a command desk, Cal approached him with BD1 slung over his shoulder. The redhead's gaze showed no compassion or patience.

"Cak Kestis"-Lank said

"Listen carefully, deactivate the alarm system now"

"Or what? You're a Jedi, I know what you're capable of and what you're not capable of."

Denvik took out a blaster that he had hidden but Cal was faster and took it out of his hands thanks to the force. The freckled man took out his own gun without stopping pointing it at him.

"On the comms. Now"-The redhead said impatiently and intimidatingly, knowing that one mistake and he would just have to pull the trigger.

After deactivating the alarm Cal explained that he was there because of Bode, and saying that he found him thanks to a tracker. Unsurprised, Lank, as if accustomed to her pathetic carelessness, simply casually commented that Bode's reports indicated that the two of them had become quite close since Coruscant. Cal's gruff expression softened slightly as he lowered his gun slowly, something in his brain clicking, as if his gears had been set into motion.

"You were the one who sent him to infiltrate my team.."

"That's right, he was my weapon for a long time, he was very effective. Not like those armored idiots in the inquisitorious"

"So it's true, Cere died because of you"-Cal's gaze became hard as steel again as he gritted his teeth.

Lank leaned forward in his seat. "No, there are still months until Operation Jedha"

"You're lying!"-The redhead used force by clenching his fist to push Lank's back against his seat and immobilize him.

"The empire burned the archives led by Darth vader!!"

"Lord Vader? I have to stop this while I can"

The man approached the commandos again but Cal extended his hand firmly and pushed him back again in anger.

"Don't you understand? He lured you here to destroy me! They're coming! I'll be a dead man unless-"

The redhead clenched his jaw, tired of listening to him speak, without thinking twice he drew his fist towards his chest and Lank's head hit the table making a thud. Cal looked at him with a sullen expression, the only thing he felt was displeasure for that man. With his black inquisitor suit, to go unnoticed, he decided to head towards where Bode was always with his droid at his side. When she arrived she saw Bode's daughter Kata packing her bags, the little girl explained that that was what her father had told her to do because they were supposedly going on a trip. At that moment Bode entered the room, when he saw Cal his muscles tensed, the redhead took a step with a predatory look in his pupils but Bode extended his hand in a stop sign and explained his past. That he was a Jedi Knight assigned as an undercover agent during the Clone Wars. Bode also talked to him about how he met his wife and they had Kata and the deal with Denvik. Cal let his guard down a little at Bode's story but that was his only mistake. Using force, Bode pushes him making him fall on his back and escapes with Kata and the compass alerting the imperials.

Cal, flushed with anger and with dilated pupils, leaves the room without being able to stop Bode and his daughter, just at that moment dozens of imperials are preparing to shoot him. Cal wields his saber embracing the dark side and faces the soldiers, dodging and blocking each blow while with his red saber he cuts the armor and flesh of the Imperials. He is an unstoppable beast, like an enraged bull he cuts the skin and impales several imperials without much difficulty, the desire for revenge and anger moves him as if he were carried away by a wave or ocean currents. Memories of all the people he received love from and then lost came to his mind. He no longer knew how to differentiate between anger and sadness, a whirlwind of emotions debated inside him but an emotion stronger than the others surfaced and won everything. Hatred.

Meanwhile in the Mantis

You and Greez were waiting for Cal to finish his mission. Since you were used to fighting you already had your uniform and your blaster on your belt, you nervously felt it to know it was still there. Greez reassured you by telling you that Cal knew how to defend himself and that he would be fine, but Cal knowing how to defend himself is exactly what worried you. Many times you had seen him succumb to the dark side of the force and you had to hug him so that he would return to the light, you hoped that this time it would be different, that Cal would not make too big a massacre. But you couldn't blame him, if he were you you would have done the same, he was just hurt and he needed to somehow vent those feelings into something to make sure Cere's death wasn't in vain.

Suddenly a roar and screams shook the Mantis and made the ground vibrate. You two had to hold on to your seats to keep from falling to the ground. You looked at Greez with concern and fear, you had to get out of there as soon as possible. After the tremor passed you jumped up from your seat and headed towards the exit of the ship. Greez stopped you screaming

"Wait! where are you going!?"

"I need to find Cal, he's the one causing this."

You adjusted the blaster to your belt and were about to leave when he grabbed your arm firmly, you turned to look at him with a frown.

"No, no no wait! Don't do anything stupid. Trust him"

You removed his hand with a distressed gesture.

"You don't understand, he is in contact with the dark side, he has no self-control. I am the only one who can stop him!"

Before Greez could say anything you jumped off the ship, landing on one knee on the cold floor of the base and ran like hell. Greez yelled something at you but you didn't listen, all you thought about was finding him. You ran and ran with your hair flying in the wind wishing it wasn't too late. At your sides there were imperialist soldiers on the ground dead and bleeding, you looked away in horror.

"Please don't let it be late"-you prayed in a low voice without stopping running

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Cal continued massacring soldiers, he was breathing heavily and his hair had stuck to his sweaty forehead from the effort. The lightsaber gave off red sparks like fire and hummed with every cut and movement, the freckled man did not notice the fatigue, the hatred and aberration he felt was like pure adrenaline injected into his veins and drove him to continue attacking no matter what. When there was no more imperial, Cal, breathing like a rearing horse, deactivated his saber. You were still running around the corpses when you finally saw him, you felt your heart beat out of your chest and with slight relief you trotted towards him. Cal saw you and a look of surprise wrinkled his forehead, he didn't expect to see you there.

"Cal!"

You shouted his name as you quickly approached him with a small smile and great relief, at least he was still alive. You were not even a meter away when your smile faded and with horror you saw how Denvik was approaching Cal from behind with a blaster in his hand.

"Watch out behind you!!"

The redhead already saw it coming, so returning to his sullen and enraged gesture, he unsheathed his saber and blocked the shots with ease while he attracted Lank with the use of force, preventing him from moving. Cal raised his saber and held it tightly dangerously close to the man's neck, the red glow shining on Cal's face and giving him a menacing look. You closed the distance between you and Cal and came to stand close to him at his side, scared of what he might do.

"Come on Jedi, if you're going to kill me, do it now. Do it!!"

But Cal had other plans. He put his saber away and raised his clawed hand, levitating Lanken as he writhed and put his hands on his neck, coughing. Cal was choking him.

"Cordova, CERE! THEY ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!! And now you're going to pay for it..."

Lank was beginning to cough and gasp for air, his face was turning slightly purple while his eyes wanted to pop out of their sockets.

"Cal, enough is enough..!"

Your cries of fear and anguish were words inaudible to Cal as if they had been carried away by the wind. He couldn't listen or even reason, he only had eyes to see Lanken die, the man who made him suffer so much and took away his friends, his family. Cal's gaze fell on the man's face as it went from violet to pinkish red, and a slight grimace of satisfaction crossed the redhead's lips for a moment. Cal seemed to enjoy his suffering, using force was much more pleasant than if he had impaled him with his saber, a slow and painful death was what Lanken deserved. You, horrified, placed a hand on Cal's tense shoulder, hoping he would listen.

"Cal listen to me, I'm here, please don't do it. Don't become a murderer like him."

Cal didn't seem to listen, he just kept seeing his enemy, you tried to attack from the other side.

"Do you really think this is what Cere or Cordova would have wanted? Prove that you're better than him."

You grabbed the freckled man's cheek, forcing him to look at him. He looked back at you, blinded by fury, but you didn't care.

"Cal look at me, this won't make them come back, please come back to me, I'm begging you"- you cried.

The redhead's face softened and he released Lanken who fell abruptly to the ground while holding his chest and coughing and retching. For a moment Cal seemed to come back to himself, as if a blindfold had been removed from his eyes and his gaze softened, once again showing that sweet and gentle look that made his green eyes shine with heavenly intensity. He looked around as if seeing it for the first time, realizing the damage he did, feeling a little guilty under the sad sight, you approached him and rested your forehead against his, grabbing his cheeks gently.

"It's okay, it's over"

You rubbed your forehead against his like horses would and then hugged him tightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck, not wanting to let him go again. He sighed, holding you and he relaxed his body as if you had lifted a great weight off of him. As you slowly peeled yourself away from the hug, you noticed that his eyes were watering. You tenderly wiped away the tears that surrounded his cheek with your thumb. You understood Cal's pain more than anyone and you didn't want him to suffer alone because he wasn't alone, and he never was. You gave him a sweet kiss on the lips to reassure him and assure him that you would always be by his side supporting him and then feeling slightly better he gave you a shy smile, the one you missed seeing so much.

"Let's go back to the ship, Greez must be worried"

You told him as you placed a hand on his back and you both walked tiredly towards the Mantis.

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Quirk: Unkown

Warnings for this chapter: None 🤷‍♀️

Chapter 3: Why a hero?

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"Why did you let her go?" Mom sobbed, swiping her hands over her eyes. As soon as you had left, the waterworks broke out, triggering her body. Deep anger stabbed her sides, as did your withering trust in her, sensing the betrayel you felt.

"She wanted a chance," Dad rubbed her back soothingly. He felt a speck of pride in a pool of regret; It didn't sound like his daughter passed the exam, and her confidence was broken. "I know you didn't want her to, but she's a determined kid."

"She could get herself injured- or even killed!"

"...I know," Dad nodded to himself, eyes watering. He was surer than sure that you were capable, but the nagging thoughts never left.

Heroes were stuck in a difficult gamble, and they were held responsible for many things. It wasn't easy; the career took years of experience and skill, and heroes still died. Plus, they couldn't save everyone.

'What's the point?' Your mother had wracked her brain with the same question over and over.

"There's a bright side to this, too. She could really help people..." Dad tried, earning a sniffle and shake of the head from his wife. "...I'm sorry for going behind your back."

Mom looked at him, lip trembling.

Not even a moment later, her eyes widened and her body contracted. With a groan she gingerly touched her temple as Dad grasped her other hand in deep worry.

"This is a bit much on you," he apologized. "I'll bring Dr. Cooper in-"

"Ah, it's fine," she seethed and waved a hand. "Just go. Make sure y/n doesn't get run over or something."

"...okay."

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Sleep came easy the night before, and you found yourself blinking it from your eyes the next morning. Groggily you sat up and reached for your phone, droopy eyed.

9:26 am

You grumbled and stood up to walk out into the kitchen. Dad was nowhere to be found.

'Probably still asleep,' you thought, rummaging around the cabinets and fridge on a hunt for breakfast. 'Nothing much. I'll pop by the store...' Usually some cereal or a protein bar would be filling, but they were all eaten now.

You left a text for Dad, telling him that you would be back soon, not expecting a reply just yet. With a breezy change of clothing, you took some cash and went out into the city.

The sound of cars and light conversation met your ears; It was comforting. And as you walked, some birds flew overhead, darting sideways at every sudden sound and movement. You could sense their simple hunger and strained caution.

That was another aspect about your quirk- you could pick up what other living things were feeling. With people you were close with, like your Dad, their emotions are more pronounced and easier to detect, especially if you are physically close to them.

But sometimes you wished you didn't have this quirk.

It was helpful when your friend cut himself with knife on accident, and you ran straight to him with a bandage, but you could feel the stinging pain in your own palm. It was pure agony at 5 years old.

Similar scenarios would occur every now and then, but you learned how to get rid of the feelings that weren't yours.

_______

Ding, ding.

You walked into a little corner store with some snacks, far from empty this morning. A few squeals from small children and faint words floated around the building as you scanned the shelves.

Granola bars, candy, instant noodles...

"Oh-uh, sorry!"

A voice sounded beside you, making you flinch slightly as your shoulder connected with another.

"My bad," you ducked your head respectfully, rising again to see the skinny... green haired...

"Hey! You're from the practical exam, right?" You peered at the boy curiously, a yellow pack slung over his shoulder. He waved his hands in the air while trying to form words.

"Oh yes," he grinned nervously. "I'm Izuku Midoriya. What a coincidence! We must live near eachother..."

"Yeah," you replied, eyeing him as you selected some packaged noodles. "I'm y/n l/n."

Midoriya hummed.

"Uh, what's your quirk?" He asked shyly, rubbing his arm with a finger. You pursed your lips.

"I'm actually not sure," you replied, slightly embarrassed. "It's not documented properly; there's not a lot of official info on it, either..."

A few beeps from the register up front struck the tense air.

"...why did you apply?" Midoriya asked, earning an odd expression from you. "Uh- I didn't mean for that to come off as rude! I just wanted to know- like-"

"It's fine," you rolled your eyes with a soft smile, returning to thought. "I guess I'm doing it for my folks, y'know?" Nothing else came to mind.

Really? Why, though? Why try at all? What motive are you set on?

"Why did you apply?" You dusted off the unease, watching as the boy tensed up. He rubbed the back of his neck while a wavering doubt and unsure wave brushed your shoulders.

"To..." He sighed, staring at the shelf. "...to make people feel safe." He smiled at you with wide, round eyes. You grinned half heartedly.

"That's a good reason."

_______

Deku hadda grab some treats for his mom's sweet tooth.

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[cress-meadowforge]

post-interviews, january 106.

trigger warnings: drugs, violence ft. @mxhlon

"McCreary."

The word was too sharp to drip from her lips. It spat, shards of vitriol lancing the air as Mahlon paused in the doorway.

Cress was too round to hinge one leg over the other, to perch herself above, where the vantage point was better, where she could properly observe him -- small, spineless creature he was. Instead, she was seated on the end of the bed, hands behind, heels of her palms pressing into the mattress.

"Wrong room," Mahlon replied dryly, but it was there: the minute warble, the subtle tell.

"Oh, no," Cress clucked. "You're just the person I was looking for."

His eyes darted about the room, as though they might not be alone, or perhaps that she had laid a trap of some kind. And while Cress did love the theatrics of an orchestrated downfall, her rage was more direct than that now. She wanted to bloody her own hands.

"You know he didn't want to tell me where he got it from?" Cress inquired, letting Mahlon fill in the gaps of who and what. A book rested beside her, and she lifted it, smoothing her fingers across the cover. Structural Splendor: Praise for the First Fifty Arenas. But when Cress opened it, the thing was hollowed out. From within, Cress lifted a vile of morphling. "But I remembered." She offered it out, finger tapping the etching on the vile: barbed-wire, which wrapped around the top of the glass, just as it had five years ago, when he'd sold the same drugs to her. Cress had needed Slate to divulge, to know that he wasn't keeping secrets, protecting others over her, but she'd recognized the signature from the moment she'd pulled the book from the shelf.

"What d'ya want, Cress?" he asked, spine rigid. There was no remorse in the act. Not then, not now. "I didn't force him to buy anythin'. Your boy chose that on his own. Jus' like y--"

"Don't--" Cress hissed. "Don't you dare." She may have bought from Mahlon, but it hadn't been her choice to start.

"He came to me," Mahlon resumed, crossing his arms.

"And let me guess," Cress scoffed. "First one's free, right?"

"Would y' have preferred he go through the tour dry as a bone? Y'think he woulda made it through Eleven like that? Through Twelve?"

"No, which is why I tolerated it then, but it's been months. I'm due any day. He's going to be a father, and--"

"And y'think that baby's goin' to solve everythin'? Y'think you're gonna pop that brat out an' he's gonna be the person you fell in love with again?"

"No--"

"Like he didn't survive an arena? Like his district wasn't fuckin' bombed?"

"No," her tone hardened. "Mahlon--"

"Y'think that kid's gonna make him want to live? Make him get sober? Hate to break it t'ya, sweetheart, but parenthood usually has the opposite effect 'round here. Heard a lotta real sad sob stories, most of 'em about mommy an' daddy--"

"Enough," Cress seethed, pushing herself up, feeling her heart race, breathing uneven with anger. "Just because you are a miserable, unlovable son of a bitch does not mean the rest of us deserve to wallow at rock bottom with you. You want to pretend like you're helping people? Like you're selling them relief? You're poisoning them with the same drugs that ravaged your district, and -- if I've done my research correctly -- killed your mother too."

Mahlon's face flushed, his skin staining red, the rage rising hot to the surface, and his hands curled into fists.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth--"

But Cress' brows arched, that taunting look in her eyes, unrelenting. "Or what? Are you going to hit me, Mahlon?"

His jaw tensed, teeth gritted. Against every desire, he managed, "No."

Which, frankly, was something of a surprise.

"Why not? Because I'm a woman?" Cress' head tilted. There was blood in the water. There would be no stopping now. "No, that can't be it. I've seen your Games. It didn't matter one bit then, did it? And with your bare hands. Honestly, I have to commend you for that. I know Careers who would have been squeamish of what you did in there without even batting an eye." A shrug, a coy grin, perfect teeth shining in the moonlight. She stepped closer. "Is it because I'm pregnant, then? Is that the limit?"

Mahlon's frown deepened, but his silence spoke volumes. There was no answer. The absence of a response was answer enough.

"What about some motivation?" Cress offered, already swinging, the cracking thud against his jaw reverberating, a sickening sound. Was it her knuckles? His face? Cress blinked, and all she could see was Link before her, cowering, clutching her eye. Another blink, and it was Nano, flat on his back, staring up at her from the floor. Another, and it was Mahlon again. But he just stood there, his face turned slightly from the force, but otherwise unmoving, as though it hadn't even hurt.

"I was a child," Cress seethed, hitting the heart of it, the unhealed core of magma that had been congealing for years, concealed beneath. "I was a girl, and you knew--"

"First one's free," Mahlon cut her off, grabbing the fist she'd used, dragging her forward through the threshold and into the hallway. Cress fought for her arm, but it wasn't relinquished until Mahlon willed it, and when she was released, Cress stumbled into the wall. He stood in the doorway, cheek red from impact. In time, it would bruise. The air hung stale and stagnant between them, both of their chests rising and falling, hatred filling the empty space, and there was so much of it in this room.

"And then?" Cress asked, smoothing her hair, straightening.

"Then you pay," Mahlon replied plainly, slamming the door.

Cress threw the hollowed book against it, glass bottles shattering, morphling seeping between the pages and down the wood, pooling at her feet.

"Sell to him again," she promised, "and I'll kill you."

[absideoncollective]

The thing with being always co-conscious for me is that it's not really something I notice. After a while of not talking my experience as an identity kind of disintegrates until I see something that interests me, someone mentions my name or something I like or generally I get "activated", but I'm available all the time honestly.

This also comes with the good news that I got wayyy less amnesia when I go away now which is very lovely and very great. It's a pretty chill existence and honestly kind of really good for me cause the moment I'm overwhelmed I can just have someone throw me out letting me cool down slowly and safely. The "trigger" is still there, sure, but there's a kind of disconnect which helps.

And now that I'm writing this I'm also now realizing I could do this when I get woken up by 7am construction work on the flat right below mine, woah. Like I've been waking up with murderous intent, seething so much I'm tempted to do the demolition myself cause I feel like I could take down entire walls with one swing of a hammer. I haven't asked anyone to help me with that - maybe I should.

And yes I'm going to therapy for anger issues among other things but I'm going sidetracked - sometimes being co-conscious all the time also means that if no one speaks for a while, when we finally do things get muddled up which sometimes means hearing new voices and then having to ask who said that which does not help at all as no one knows. I remember years ago I'd treat all voices like that as walk-ins but for me that was kinda not great so not anymore hehe.

But overall co-consciousness is great honestly. I recommend 👍‼️

[kaitlynnlauryenn]

My heart is sinking right now. I am so angry and so triggered.

I can feel the electrifying heat in my bones.

I can't focus on anything because I am not sure how to calm down.

I am just seething in pain.

I relate all these feelings back to my relationship.

Hearing the same conversation that my bf & I have between my bf & his dad has absolutely sent me down a spiral.

It's emotionally volatile. He doesn't feel heard because things with his family don't change.

He tells me I don't change.

I am emotionally wrecked 80% of the time & being told that I am emotionally immature feels sooo degrading. Being told that I need to do something different & the impact of my behaviors are negatively impacting my relationship fucking hurts.

Going through HUGELY emotionally intense conversations & then to try & wrap it up w/ love & connection feels wrong when every other conversation is just as intense.

All these feelings that are coming up because I am re-experiencing pain from my childhood.

I then ask myself is it from childhood? Or am I just not able to handle that much emotional distress all the time?

Am I grasping at straws to put my bf at fault for things unrelated to him?

He wasn't a narcissist, but I am so emotional fucked that I can't stop telling myself that it's ok because I don't see any other options.

I always come back to this. I feel I can't withstand the weight of the relationship I keep opting into because I feel more & more drained.

Or is it because I am mentally ill & have cycles of doubt floating in my head.

This anger feels out of control. I say yes & I mean no. I can't feel anything but pain all over & I can't concentrate because something doesn't "add up"

It makes me reel in anger!!! Did I blow up my life for someone who drains me constantly?

We both feel emotionally drained but I can't calm down enough to be able to work without causing the most ungodly stomach ache?

It's inevitable to trigger one another, but his triggered state is mean, petty, & vindictive?

Am I just hurting myself?

I'm defensive & withholding because my honesty is misguided by anxiety. I always agree that I am in the wrong because I wait until I am at my wits end to communicate that his behavior is hurtful. Yet, I am causing his reaction by being defensive & withholding.

Did I just become attached to him because in the same way my mom would try & be my therapist & now he does it & not her?

Am I fighting every urge in my body because I am projecting traumatic pain from my childhood? Or is it because my relationship is inherently traumatic?

I don't know. Writing this out makes it seem clear that I am hurting & breaking due to my commitment.

Talking & addressing these deep feelings with him makes my pain rise until it's unbearable. The emotional relief comes when I hear his apologies because then I know what I am feeling is real. But I lose it the second I see that my walls are fortified with 80 ton magnets.

They won't come down because over & over again I feel that what is being asked of me too much.

I've felt like this for years & I fight taking the glass out of my hands.

He asks me over & over if I want this. I clearly don't but then where do I have to go?

It's all sooo muddy in my mind.

No matter what I tell him it means that he is too abrasive & I don't have the ability to give him what he needs. That being kindness & gentle care.

I never feel inspired to give him that. Only occasionally when I can recognize how scared he is. When his fear isn't directed at me & I don't feel obliterated by the anger & hurt he sees.

We talked tonight because I felt this way. I didn't pour my heart out like this because I have been making such an effort to be cognizant of his mental space.

When I do communicate these things to him, he explains all the projections I spin onto him.

Love isn't easy & neither is being vulnerable. I teach him so much he tells me.

I feel like I regress so often that I can't even function.

A feeling I can't seem to let go of.

[yanderes-galore]

hi! could i maybe request a romantic pairing scenario with prompts 57 + 58 for the scout?

Sure, I can try! Scout's team color is not mentioned at all in this. The plot is Scout forcing you to be partners/accept his confession I guess. ALSO, partially based on a Yandere Scout Chatbot conversation I had.

Yandere! Scout Prompts 57 + 58

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"One more mistake and I may just break something."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Scout thinks you're already dating, Manipulation, Threats, Stalking implied, Forced kiss, Implied home intrusion, Implied kidnapping, Dark themes obviously, Forced relationship.

"I don't love you!" You cry, tears pricking your ears. The man in front of you hold his bat in his hands, staring down at you. You had met him merely days ago... yet here he was in your home, your window smashed to bits.

"Baby, you can say that...!" The man coos at you in a demeaning tone. He steps forward, smacking the bat into his free hand. "That's hurtful to say to your boyfriend...."

"We aren't dating!" You yell, back up again the wall. "I only met you once... I don't even know your name!"

"Well there's plenty of time to get to know me and you on our date." The young man in front of you seethes, glaring at you. "I'm getting real tired of your resistance, baby...."

"Get the hell away from me!" You scream, trying to get up and move away. Unfortunately your intruder grabs your arms and pulls you back. He could easily use the bat... but he'd rather warn you instead of hurting your beautiful skin.

The man pulls you closer, you colliding with his chest as his grip coils around you like a snake. You can sense the anger rising within him. Especially when you struggle.

"One more mistake and I may just break something." The man whispers in your ear, a threat and warning to keep you compliant. "It would be a shame if your new boyfriend had to discipline you, yeah?"

His grip tightens to the point it leaves marks. He wants you to comply. He wants you to agree to him. You glance at the bat tightly in his other hand... you can only assume what he means by the warning.

"Baby~" The man coos softly, tilting your chin up with the back of the bat. "Are you going to listen to me now? You love me, don't you?"

Fearing the bat he holds will break something vital... you nod aggressively.

The man seems pleased for a moment but nudges your chin with the bat again.

"I want you to say it."

It's all another subtle threat.

"I love you!" You answer like a parrot repeating back a phrase to their owner. The man seems pleased, overjoyed even as he holds you tighter.

"That's my baby..." The man coos before kissing you softly. It isn't anything intimate... a quick peck on the lips as a reward before pulling me away.

"You're stuck with me, like it or not." The man hums, caressing your cheek softly. "I'll treat you well... I promise ya... after all, I'm your boyfriend, right?"

You hold back the urge to sob, deciding to instead nod your head obediently to prevent injury to your person.

[starzfield]

He shrugged when she basically worded out loud his thoughts about beers. "It's just that I'm used to it. Drank so many in the past I don't even feel the bitterness anymore." His nose twitched in a slightly disgusted expression. "Wine. I don't know if it's not worse than wisky, money wise. You have rich tastes, don't you ?" There was a slight accusation in his voice, but... For a 'rich', she was rather nice. So Duncan tried to not be too much of an asshole. Judging people about these kinds of things was rude, right ?

Her offer got from him a mix of shocked and weirded out stare. "...First you offer me tea, now whiskey ? D'ya want to get me drunk ? Or poison me ?" Not that he really believed that, but it was still not making sense to him. Why being so nice ? And offering him some expensive drinks ? Of course he's going to complain ! "I'd murder you first." He warned, trying to look and sound threatening.

Arms fiercely crossed and face between determined and the one of a petulant child, Duncan answered : "I say what I want. And if I say never, it's never."

His behaviour turned more neutral when she mentionned money. "...When you count every penny to feed yarself everyday, it's a topic that stick to your mind. You're the one saying you'd get me tea and whiskey as if it grew on tree. That's rude. Or impropriate, fuck."

The next answer made Duncan looks in a very obvious way 'I'm so gonna hit you for real' before he released an exasperated sigh, rubbing his face from forehead to chin. "I'm not gonna hit you. Or I try, at least. Though you looks like you tryin' to push me."

Maybe he can shake her a little ? No, that'd be bad too. Damnit.

He squinted a little. "Adopted ? No thank you. Need no family, be there done that." Even after these years, some seething anger bubble in him at the thought. Family, uh. As far as he was concerned, Duncan only had ever one family member.

"Spoiled princess you say...? This explains some things." Various emotions churned at the words. Bitterness, envy, perplexity... She was a bit like a princess but also not. She had yet to treat Duncan like a cockroach or something akin to that. Instead, she had acted only friendly.

"I refuse to pretend my past doesn't exist. Do the fuck you want, but I can't just forget what I did. Gotta make it up somehow." Not that it was her business, so the man didn't elaborate. He already said way more than he usually would.

A beautiful name ? The unexpected compliment made the slighest pink dust his cheeks, while Duncan frowned, shared between being annoyed and call her bluff. "Dunno. Didn't ask. Already knew too many of my ancestors for my tastes." He didn't even know the origins of the one person who mattered to him.

"Kingly ? Wow you hardly be more wrong." The voice was nearly a hiss. "I'm the kind you find in the opposite side of the city, far from the castle and nobility."

Another huff, and his rested his hands on his hips, his frown and tone making it looks like he was lecturing her. "Far from where princesses should be. I'm not kicking you out only because it's pouring buckets, you get me ? And I try not to be too much of an asshole. But don't push me gal."

An empty threat. He had lost his ability to hurt people that didn't look like they were able to fight back, and this twig clearly didn't give him the feeling she could.

"Yeah you're lucky you're still alive with that attitude of yours. One day you're going to fall on someone really dangerous and that'll be it." It was a little sad to picture. Despite the laughing and teasing she looked like a nice girl. "Bet there'll be some people crying if you got hurt, unlike me. Think about 'em, be more cautious." He grumbled, reaching to pinch the bridge of her nose and shake lightly. "Dumb girl."

If someone asked why he was being way too soft with this woman, Duncan wouldn't know what to answer. She was at the same time very annoying and somehow triggering a bit of protectiveness in him.

He noticed some of her amusement, but since she didn’t outright laugh he didn’t mention it.

Listening to the woman, Duncan frowned a little, realizing how it sounded - which made him frown, grumpy.

“I got my fair sips of tea and infusions. They all tasted like grass, often bitter.”

His frown seemed to deepen but… It was nearly looking like a pout.

“Black coffee is too bitter too. I add milk, sometimes sugar.”

He could be honest about it, it wasn’t like this strange woman would judge him for that, right ? And he was feeling just a little bad for the way he worded it all.

The part about alcohol made him snort, offering a welcome distraction. “Whisky. I don’t think I ever had some in my life, and I surely couldn’t get it now. It’s one pricey drink. Beer is cheap.” Beer was also bitter, but he was used to it. At least it didn’t taste like grass.

His stare dug into her, expression incredulous. “Invite me. For tea.” Impossible to say which bit was the most shocking. “Girl, you’re crazy.”

He stated with absolute lack of doubt in his voice.

Oh, now she was laughing ? Duncan squinted, arms crossed and glaring a bit. What was so funny ?

“There’s no chance I’ll become a tea drinker. Tea’s actually expensive as fuck, when you look at the price by weight.”

Apparently she was laughing about herself rather than him, so he didn’t take too much offense in it. He huffed as she confirmed his doubt.

“I’m not surprised. I guessed it in basically a few minutes.”

Duncan could worry about attracting attention, but with the weather, there wasn’t much risk yet.

“I vote for cheeky luck. But it won’t save yar ass all the time, you better pour sense into your head.”

For emphasis, he gave her head a little knocking. Nothing hurtful.

He took his hand back to himself and even moved backward, as much as the little space allowed it, face grim.

“A nice person. You’re very dumb then. I’m not one. Never had been, even if I try to not be so bad these days. But saying you don’t think I’ll hurt you, that’s a stretch. You can’t know that, hell, I don’t know that myself.”

Her affirmation made Duncan do a ‘tsk’ sound, glaring with some anger that didn’t seem aimed anywhere, just being here.

“I disagree. Past matters. You think you can just ignore what you’ve done before and do what you want ?” Despite the ‘you’, he was definitely speaking about himself.

“...I’m not even sure the good you do can balance the bad. Sounds too easy.”

He mumbled, upset, before sighing and raising a hand in his hair, messing them a bit.

“Duncan. Whatever good that’d do to you to know that. What, you really want to play friends and drink tea together ? It’s not just stupidity, you have the worst taste. I’m trouble.” These days there was little chance Duncan could bring problems to this girl, except if a band of punk found him provocative and chose to attack her for punishment, but it was better to not encourage her. She seemed nice, but fragile. And dumb. He didn’t want to be responsible for her being hurt.

[m2ok]

Hello! Hope I'm not bothering you, can I make a request?

Could you please write Price comforting a m!reader after he has a bad encounter with his abusive parents?

Mine are back in my life causing chaos again and I want Price to hug me so bad (╥﹏╥)

(Also you write really good fics! Keep up the amazing work)

-🇷🇺

Of course I can!! I’m very sorry to hear about your parents, but I hope this helps a bit :) thank you for your request, and I hope things can better for you soon, love 🫶🫶

A Hug That Feels Like a Safe Haven

John Price X M!Reader

TW: mentions of parental abuse.

A/n: I didn’t get too into what the parents did exactly because I didn’t want it to be too triggering, but I hope you enjoy <3

Going home after a mission was never easy, it honestly was worse than the actual mission sometimes. It didn’t even feel like home, not when you weren’t welcomed, when your mere existence seemed to upset those around you.

This time hit especially hard, you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because the mission beforehand was emotionally taxing and you were already overloaded, maybe because you had gotten so used to being away from them that the thought of going back to that hell hole broke you down.

Either way, you had gotten out of there as soon as you could. You went back to base a week early, you couldn’t stand being around them any longer and you just had to get back to your real home, with your real family.

You were in survival mode since you left your ‘home’ and it seemed your body hadn’t realized it was safe yet, because even as you stepped back into the building you were still on edge. Your eyes were glancing everywhere for any threat of danger and you were aware of any little door closing like it could somehow be the people who hurt you coming back to continue.

You jumped when a sudden hand was placed on your shoulder, dropping your bag as you spun around and shoved the hand off.

You were met with the concerned face of your Captain, his hand still lingering in the air before he let it rest at his side. You immediately went wide eyes, hands coming up in defense as you apologized profusely.

“I’m sorry-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-“ you were shaking where you stood, and it shocked him to the core. He’d never seen you this…out of it, scared. Even on the battlefield you were calm and kept a level head, so what had shaken you this hard?

“Hey…hey it’s alright” he said as he gently took your hands in his own, the firm yet gentle grasp slowly easing you down from flight or fight mode.

He rubbed gentle circles to the tops of your hands “what happened?” He asked softly, and just like his hold on your hand his voice was soft, it was warm. He genuinely cared about what had scared you, and the thought alone had you breaking down. You weren’t used to this kind of gentleness, it was something your parents never gave you. John cared about you.

With a choked sob you fell into his arms, and he immediately wrapped his own around you. He didn’t question it as he held you tight against his body. You held onto the man like your life depended on it, your fingers gripping his shirt as you buried your head in his neck.

His arms tightened around you, one hand on your shoulder with the other held you tight against your back. It was just the right amount of pressure, it made you feel warm, it made you feel safe. You knew nothing, nobody, could hurt you while you were with him.

“My-my parents” was all you could manage to get out, and though it wasn’t much it was like he understood. For a second his grip tightened, and he pulled you closer.

He was seething with rage, though he kept it contained for your sake, but there was nothing he wanted more than to find out where your parents lived and show them why he was a Captain. He restrained himself, for now anyways. You needed him, not his anger.

“You’re safe now, I’ve got you” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Nobody’s gonna hurt you again, love. Not while I’m here” the words were gentle, but you knew they were true. He meant it, he wouldn’t let you get hurt again. Not if he could help it, and by god he was going to do everything in his power to keep you safe from now on.

“Come on” he coaxed as he pulled away from you, he could see the bags under your eyes. It was like you hadn’t slept since you left, and you probably hadn’t, but he was here to remedy that.

You grabbed your bag from the floor before you reached for his hand, his own immediately finding yours. You squeezed, and he squeezed back, before leading you down the hall. He passed your room and for a second you were confused, until you got to the common room.

The rest of the team was there, as you figured, they didn’t seem like they had any better a home life then you did, no reason for them to go back. John quietly led you over to a couch in the back, ushering you to sit down as he set the bag down next to it.

You did as you were told to, watching as John promptly sat next to you. You made quick work of leaning into his side, curling yourself into his body as he held you close. It wasn’t the easiest task, you were a military man after all so you weren’t exactly small, but that didn’t seem to matter at all.

He wrapped himself around you like it was nothing, like it was the easiest thing he had done. He rested his head on top of yours as the rest of the boys quietly resumed whatever they were doing in silent understanding. They’d all been in your position before someway or another, they knew what you were going through.

Ghost continued quietly sharpening his knives, while Soap and Gaz played a game of pool off in the corner. This was home, this was family, this was safety. With a deep, content sigh, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and let your guard down. The exhaustion hit you like a brick and within seconds you were asleep, the quiet chattering of the team behind you whole Price gently ran his fingers through your hair, pressing occasional kisses to your forehead.

You were happy to be home with your family, finally.

As always, requests are open

[temmtamm]

"I WISH I HATED YOU."

PHILLIP WITTEBANE X WITCH READER

TRIGGERS: SLIGHTLY SEXUAL, (LAP SITTING AND REFERENCES TO PAST RELATIONS) WOUND TALK AND BEAST TALK.

"Phillip fucking Wittebane!! You open this damned door right now!!" 

"Heart! You swear like a comfit makers lover!! One of such rank shouldn't use such vulgar wor-" 

Phillip's words were cut short by the doors to the home being slammed open by (Y/N) they stormed forward to the Brunette, pausing once their faces met. Their glaring eyes scanned over Phillips, attempting to see if he held any remorse in his gaze. 

They found none. 

"What the fuck was that earlier? You were a mess!! I'm happy to deal with that but not in front of my family! It's fucking different in front of others- in front of my loved ones! I understand you being a human and having some amount of disdain for witches but don't forget that I'm a witch! And- shock of all shocks- I COME FROM A FAMILY OF THEM!! You lashed at my brotheren- Quite literally! You hit my brother!" The witch seethed, their nose wrinkling as they scrunched it up into a cringe. "Clean yourself up." 

"Listen, my dear. I have the deepest apologies, truly." He muttered a small bit under his breath in hopes that they wouldn't hear but (Y/N) still caught it

"Even though that prick deserved it." 

He spoke up to your level once again, carrying on with his apology. "I'll work it out tonight. I'll meet up with your family and discuss it alone...i just need some...energy-" His hand absentmindedly reached out towards the desk besides his chair to clutch onto a Palismen though you were quick to grab his wrist to stop him. 

"How many Palisman is that now?" 

"I feed modestly. Just not when I am angered." 

(Y/N) moved their other hand and scooped up the wooden creature, earning an annoyed scowl from their beloved. "Phillip. Can you not ease up a bit? Keep this up and you will grow a tolerance. Then your body wont be getting the value of it." 

Phillip sighed softly, his mouth twitching as it avoided curling into a grin. "And since when did you have a healers knowledge?" He knew they had somewhat of a point. But he also knew the witch had never seen him out of control of this..."curse". If they thought his actions that night were awful, then they'd be down right horrified at his actions underneath the curse. 

"You're smiling cause you know I'm right." (Y/N) teased as they allowed their annoyed expression to lighten up into a somewhat eased one.

"HA." Phillip spat out in a dry tone that lacked any humor despite its words- well, more like word. 

"Seriously though. Lay off that stuff, Phillip. You act like you're addicted to it or something." With the last sentence, (Y/N) moved the creature towards their face so they could examine it. What's so great about it anyways? 

Their train of thought was broken by the brunettes arms shaking around the witches waist and pulling them forward so they were practically on his lap. "I'll take a break from it when I need to. Just hand me the Palisman and we can take advantage of that energy boost it gives me, alright?" 

(Y/N) snorted and placed a finger on the humans nose. 'Booping' him. "You make a convincing argument but I'm serious about this, my dear." 

He grumbled and bit at the inside of his cheek, trying to control himself and his temper as to not lash out at his beloved. "...Fine...Fine!! Can we just relax then? Talk like we used to?" He squinted his eyes, examine (Y/N)'s reaction to see if that was the right thing to say. It seems like it might be been since a small smile crawled upon their lips. 

"Aww, is Phillip the adventurer feeling nostalgic?" 

"I'm feeling stressed. But seeing as how you're depriving me of Palisman as if it's mead, I'll have to use you as a stress reliever." 

"Say what you want but I'm still choosing to believe that you're just feeling nostalgic from our honeymoon phase.~" (Y/N) purred out in a honey-soaked tone as one hand cupped the males cheek. Meanwhile, their other hand was extended away from Phillip so he couldn't pull a fast one and snatch the Palisman. 

"I am going to murder you in your sleep one day." Phillip grumbled, words sounding a tad more meaningful than he'd care to admit. Though, despite his words he allowed himself to lean into the witches touch. 

How fiendish this witch was...Their cursed enchanting spells being able to make him be so physical with them. The creature he dedicated his life to hunting and killing. Despite his claims to hate this witch though, he still goes out of his way to see them- to touch them. 

He both hated and loved running his fingers through their disgusting, silly, hai- 

The man snaps back to reality in time to hear the witches comeback to his remark. "Who's going to finance your little trips through the Boiling Isles then?" 

The two were filled in silence as Phillip had no come back. Phillip's icy blue eyes locked with (Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes. 

After a bit, (Y/N) broke the eye contact in favor of resting their head on Phillip's chest. "Hey, Human? Do you believe in love?" 

"Hmm...Negative. At least, not the storybook kind of love. I suppose some people might truly love each other but that's not what we are, is it? I do appreciate you though. I mean on an emotional level. Not like that but you're a really good fighter, as well as financial help. You've been there for me a lot, and you are a powerful ally. I like what we have. It's not love, farthest from it, but it's ours...though, I suppose that's rather cheesy, eh?" 

A smile curled upon (Y/N)'s lips as they lifted up their head to plant a kiss on the humans jawline. 

"You can get away with it. You're cute when you're cheesy. You're really smart and I admire the way you run a tight ship when it comes to your companions." 

Phillip gritted his teeth as he felt the muscles on his hands convulse. He could even feel that oh-so-familiar green liquid seecreting from his skin. 

He needed that Palisman.

"You think rather highly of me, don't you, witch? I do hope you are able to forgive me then." 

A confused expression crossed the witches face but was quickly changed to a pained one as they felt the tips of the now gooey and distorted arms fingers dig into the (S/C) skin of their back where he was holding them. They let out a pained yell, their hands moving to clutch onto his wrist. "Phillip, what the fu-" The witch lifted up their gaze only to notice that almost all of the humans right side had been coated in that familiar....slime (?) That his arm seemed to be made up of. No words escaped Phillip. All that left them were ragged and sharp breaths, trying to contain themselves. 

Finally, words croaked out of their mouth. They were deep and the desperation in their town almost echoed off the walls. "Palisman....now.." Phillip hissed out as if every word pained him to say. 

(Y/N) glanced down at the wooden animal in their hands as they thought. 

.... 

Fuck it. Phillip's well being is worth more than some dumb morals. 

With a twist, they cracked the creature open and extended it out to the human, allowing the soul of the animal enter (practically all) the orifices upon his face. 

With a honestly quite terrifying beastial growl, Phillip let go of the witch, causing for them to fall off of his lap and down on the floor with an audible grunt. 

His hands moved to clutch onto his face, his fingers tightening dangerously on his skin. 

(Y/N) heaved and pulled themselves up as they examined the human. They watches as the green liquid either slid off of his body or fused into his skin, retreating into himself. His breaths were more like pants and the air grew humid from them. 

"That.....That curse really is that bad...huh?" (Y/N) managed to squeeze those words out of their throat as their hands touched at the wound he marked upon them. 

Phillip managed to bring himself to straighten up a bit and make eye contact with the witch. 

"I told you I needed that Palisman.." His voice was stern and almost filled with distaste. His icy blue orbs slowly lowered onto the bloodied hand of the witch that was cupped over skin on their back, just below the arch of their back. 

'I....Apologies, my love...i should've explained the severity of the curse." Phillip internally screamed at himself. He shouldn't apologize to this foul beast! Serves them right from depriving him of his supply! They should've kept their nose out of his business! Curse them and the spells they must've used upon him to play with his heart as if it was an instrument as well as give him remorse for such a disgusting creature. 

He stood up from his seat and stepped closer to the witch, moving to touch their wrist in an attempt to pull their hand away and examine the wound. 

"I can fix it..." Was all he croaked out, though the witch shook their head in reply. 

"I've got it. I know healing spells, Phillip. You're lucky you're a good asset, otherwise I wouldn't put up with you even so much as laying a finger upon me." 

"Asset? Is that all you see me as? Cause I recall the other ni-" 

(Y/N) practically bared their teeth. "Can it. Doesn't mean I won't make you pay for what you did. And you still owe my family an apology." 

Phillip sighed and moved to cup the witches face.

"My dear, you're lucky the titan has blessed you with the wit and looks of a Royal." 

"Just say you love me and move on, human. Now come on and help me with getting some bandages, will ya?" 

He would've scoffed if any other person had said that to him. But because it was them,  he was quick to follow with their demands. 

This witch had really cast a spell on him, huh? His heart was practically putty for them to play with. 

He wished he hated it. 

Thanks for reading~