#dympna devers x you

[lostinsaltburn]

Almost The Same - A03

Dympna Devers x Felix Catton

Dympna Devers x Felix Catton

Explicit - 18+

5.5k words

There was that violent confidence that oozed from the stranger making its emergence again for the night. Felix couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath when he remembered again just how calmly the guy above him had snapped some guy’s finger only an hour ago. Acting like he had done nothing and just continued on with his night, chatting Felix up and now they were here, naked and laying on the bed, Felix getting covered in vicious painful little bite marks. His cock sensitive from the rough fabric constantly stretched and rubbing against him. His nipples felt like they’d turned a shade of deep purple with the incessant teasing. “As pretty as you look in these darlin’ , I think it’s time we move this along” he sat back on his thighs, finger’s roughly pulling the panties down Felix’s legs. Then he was naked, bare except the black mesh top, laid out, vulnerable to the stranger above him. “Even prettier now” he rumbled in that thick Irish accent.  Felix only squeaked in embarrassment the flush in his cheeks growing a deeper shade of red, cock twitching at the words before it was engulfed by the warm wet heat of the blonde’s mouth. Felix groaned, it was sloppy, messy, wet heat, spit dripping down his crotch settling in his pubes. God it felt so good, almost too good. The tight heat of the blondes throat constricting around the head of his cock as he swallowed him down.  He reached over to the bedside table, a bottle of lube sitting there from earlier, he shoved it down next to his hip, pushing it into the other man's hand. 

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[ninoochat]

got you a tidbit from a future dympna x arm oneshot

'Ye gotta get yer mind of the whole bleedin' thing, I need ye in top shape for the business. How about the pub? We'll find some cheeky bugger there, always plenty of those around after a few pints. Get yer fists some proper craic.'

'Don't wanna pound anyone now, Dee,' Arm sighed, gaze wandering along the dilapidated ceiling. 

'What, not even me?'

A hard silence fell on the bus. Arm turned his head away from the ceiling and glanced at Dympna, hoping that in a few seconds he’d laugh it off. The Devers family had a knack for asking provocative questions, making those who worked for them uncomfortable, testing loyalties when you least expected them to. It took a certain art of its own to counter their tricks. Arm hoped he had it more or less figured out. He was still alive, after all. And even given coke from Dympna’s special stash. 

Arms studied Dympna’s face, searching for signs of what sort of answer he wanted to get.

Dympna’s blonde bangs were tinged with a peachy golden light from the sun; his pouty lips, inquisitively half-open, were dark pink and wet from the absent-minded licking - a habit which became more prominent the more coked up Dympna was. His face almost reminded Arm of a babydoll that he'd recently noticed among Jack's toys. If only it weren't for the eyes. Dympna's eyes were sly and cold, betraying that he was older and harsher than his soft face would suggest. And they were looking at Arm with an intense, dangerous curiosity. No hint of an answer there, and it didn’t seem like he was going to laugh it off. Waiting too long was even riskier, so Arm finally spoke. It felt like a step into the dark.

H O L Y S H I T?????

[stranger-nightmare]

Barry Keoghan ~ Masterlist

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This list also features characters played by Barry Keoghan

Angst = ❤︎

Fluff = ︎✿

Smut = ⚠︎︎ (minors DNI please)

Dark themes = ☾

Personal fave = ☆

Barry Keoghan

Focus ✿︎⚠︎︎☆ (Boxer!Barry) (oneshot)

Can You Let Your Baby Be Mine? ❤︎✿︎⚠︎︎☾ (Boxer!Barry) (mini series) (coming soon)

Dympna Devers (Calm with Horses)

Losing Your Virginity to Dympna ⚠︎ (headcanon)

Dating Dympna ❤︎✿︎⚠︎︎ (headcanon)

Late Night Rendezvous ✿⚠︎︎ (oneshot)

Tying Up Dympna ⚠︎︎ (headcanon)

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[slut4dympna]

i’m obsessed with dympna ever since watching calm with horses and i love both of your works for him 🥰

how about headcannons for him being soft for his girl only? like the contrast between devers family dympna and alone on a sunday morning or alone in the car dympna?

i cannot stop think about him !!!

honestly so soft for dymp being all tough around his family and then all mushy with his s/o, he just needs to be taken care of </3

꒰ ͜͡➸  tags/warnings: pretty much exclusively fluff, cursing, mention of a shirtless male/taking off clothes but its not in a sexual context

- we all know his usual personality is playful but very rough around the edges

- the devers have a rep to uphold and god knows dympna won't be the one to let them down in that aspect

- but things just get too much for him sometimes, he gets overwhelmed

- you would just bring out a softness in him that he never knew existed

- he feels this need to protect you, and sure, that brings out his more aggressive side when it concerns other people

- but majority of the time it just means he melts around you

- long hard days end in your arms

- you wait up for him in bed a lot, since he's usually out late on jobs or down the pub, drinking and playing pool

- and when he gets home, and he sees you sat up in your shared bed, covers resting on your waist, cozy in your pjs, maybe reading a book or watching something quietly on the telly... hes just gone

- he strips to his boxers and just climbs under the covers to snuggle you

- and when you laugh and stop whatever you were doing to give him a little head pat or a kiss on the cheek, he just mumbles how much he loves you and settles down for bed

- its those quiet little moments that truly let you know that hes yours

- because you'll see him being tough and angry with the rest of the family, or with other people in the village, etc. but he is only ever soft and pliant and open and sweet with you

- i just have this IMAGE in my head okay

- try and picture this with me

- the comment in the film abt dymp going and getting his little dye job done ?? (which honestly was quite funny. got a little laugh outta me i have to admit)

- you definitely do that for him.

- blonde dympna is your creation and you stand by it wholeheartedly

- here's the image

- dymp is sat on the bathroom floor, he's shirtless with a towel around his shoulder bc u insisted because duh bleach is fucking messy

- there's a mirror on the floor in front of you guys so he can see what you're doing just for reassurance

- not that he doesnt trust u.... hes just very protective of his hair lmao

- anyway you're sat like on the toilet seat behind him and hes sort of tucked into your legs

- youve got the gloves on and a towel over your lap too

- hes got his head slightly tipped back and your just smoothing the bleach down, and hes making these little noises that are absolutely ridiculous and you cant hold your laughs in

- i imagine him catching glances of you in the mirror as you're oh so focused on what you're doing

- and he just thinks abt how lucky he is to have you

- and you guys lock the door when you do this so that its like your little time to just joke around and be together

- you make many jokes about charging him a salon fee for your hard work and though he knows you're joking there is definitely some sort of present waiting for you on your bed the next day from him

- fuck and dont even get me started on like sunday mornings

- its like just you guys and his sisters at home ?

- and dympna makes breakfast for all of you

- you come down and eat together, and then they go down their own thing, and you and dymp go back to bed with your cups of tea and a cheeky biscuit

- and you cuddle, maybe you read to him, or watch something together

- and you don't talk about work, etc bc its just not important in those moments

- all in all he is so soft for you and you only <33

[siempre-bucky]

Balcony

Dympna Devers x Reader

Summary: You managed to get away from one of your father's parties, only to find your forbidden boyfriend reciting Shakespeare in the street.

wc: 1.1k

A/N: so they put West Side Story on Disney+ and I'm such a sucker for Tonight and a balcony scene. I thought it paired really well with our boy Dympna. poorly edited at 2am

tagging the unimind :@mothdruid @waspswidows

The loud music of your father's party was deafening to your ears, the stench of their endless bottles of alcohol stung your nose. Your father's gang, as much as they kept tabs on the ‘heir’, didn’t pay you any attention when you passed them on the stairs. You finally managed to retreat to your room, with a sigh and a soft click of the doorknob the pounding of your head subsided.

Your bed was calling your name like a lullaby, begging you to slide in under the freshly washed blankets and sheets. As you crossed the carpet floor, a slurred voice caught your attention over the pounding bass. The tone was familiar, it had a slight rasp, accent laid on thick. It couldn’t be- “Dympna?” you muttered under your breath, cocking your head to the side so your ear was slightly closer to the open window.

“Juliet is the sun or some shite!” the voice yelled from below.

That sure sounded like him, you noted. Changing course, you walked to the window and took a seat on the small bench you placed there for nights like these. Resting your hands on the ledge, you placed your chin on top of your knuckles and observed your boyfriend.

“Who is…sick…and pale with grief,” the blond slurred, taking a swig from the beer bottle he clutched in his hand. The man in the acid wash jeans stumbled in the alleyway, his shadow cascading on the home adjacent to him. You giggled as he recited the butchered Shakespeare in the yellow light of the street lamps. “Be not ‘er maid, since the ol bitch is envious.”

“Dympna!” you tried your best to keep your voice down as you called for him.

Paudi and your father had been rivals since their paths crossed at a drop quite a few years ago. Enemies were forged that day, but so were lovers. The tragic cliche of two people falling in love when their families swore to have the other killed on a daily basis. Dympna wasn’t like the men that stood in front of him that day; he was kind, thoughtful, he still had a soul in this way of life. “Dympna!” you called out for him again.

Dympna hummed at the light-hearted giggle in your voice, turning around to face you. His pale face broke out into a wide smile, putting his arms high in the air he spoke again, “It is m’lady! It is m’love!”

“What are you doing here?” you questioned as he threw his bottle to the side, letting it fall with a loud crash, “my da will kill you!”

The boy pouts and shoves his hands in his pockets, “Ehm,” he chuckled nervously, “I really wanted to see ya. Missed you, m’love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and rose to your knees, sticking your head further out the window. “It couldn’t wait till tomorrow, D?”

Dympna shook his head and scrunched his nose at you. His cobalt eyes lingered on the rose-filled lattice that lead straight to your second-floor window. It was almost perfectly convenient that your mom placed the fence there, but she did have a little bird in her ear. You told her you loved the smell of the flowers coming into your open window, but it was really so the Devers boy could climb to your window late at night. “No better night than tonight, Sunshine,” he told you sweetly, “I can come up, yeah?”

“If they see thee, they will murder thee,” you laugh, quoting the play.

Dympna groaned, “I don’t know any more after that! Ya know I hate the fuckin' Shakespeare lad.” He ignored the protests and walked closer to the roses, his eyes never leaving yours, “There’s no other place I’d rather be tonight.”

You looked back at your locked door, making a mental note that you did lock it when you walked in. “Fine! Hurry,” you told him in a hushed tone. The blond hurried up the wall, being careful of the crimson roses you loved so much.

Heat rose to your face as he placed his hands on the window ceil, his face finally right in front of you. The moonlight caressing his soft features mixed with the warm light from your room made a swarm of butterflies erupt around your heart. It was always like seeing him for the first time, his eyes so close to yours, the smell of his cologne reaching your airways. “Hello,” you whisper, a loving smile forming on your features.

The man leaned forward, placing his cool forehead against yours and placing one of his hands on the nape of your neck. You melted into his warm touch, the small callouses on his palm lightly scratching your face. “Hello.”

“So what made you come all the way here and yell Romeo and Juliet at my street?” you asked him as he pulled away, his hand returning to anchor himself on the window.

"I always thought us like them, ya know?"

You snorted and leaned a little closer. The blond matched your action until a small gap was left between you. "Romeo and Juliet?" You questioned.

"Forbidden relationship, feuding families,” he listed.

“Then they both died at the end,” you remind him.

Dympna’s face fell flat as he remembered the ending. Death was something he thought about often; it came with the job, with the family. He thought about your death more than his, the thought of your watchful eyes growing cold and lifeless haunted him late at night. He inched closer, “Tony and Maria… from that movie you like,” he suggested.

“Tony dies at the end,” you tell him as you inched closer.

“Then what will we be?”

“Us,” you whispered, clearing your throat, your eyes shyly looking into his blue ones, “happy, in love… free?”

“Free,” he sighed.

His lips were mere centimeters from yours, coming closer like a magnet, then you heard your mom bang on the door. “Y/N! Yer da wants ya back!” she shouted over the music.

You hang your head low, your forehead grazing the tip of his nose, “Comin’!” You yell back as you turn around to look at the closed door. “I have to go, D,” you said in a softer tone as you turned back around to face him.

He could sense the sadness in your voice, he clenched his jaw and nodded reluctantly. One day. One day you wouldn’t have to say that, one day you’d be by his side away from this town, “Tomorrow, m’lady?”

You smile and press a quick kiss to his lips, “Tomorrow.”

You lingered by the window as he descended the rose-littered lattice, “Dympna,” you spoke out of sheer impulse. His name fell so easily from your lips, it felt so right, and often you’d say it to yourself…just to say it, just to hear it.

“Yeah?” his head whipped up to face you, his questioning face making you smile.

“I-I forgot,” you managed.

The man smirked, “I can stay with ya till you figure it out.”

You giggled and shook your head, “No! Go before someone sees you. Goodnight, D.”

He smiled up at you fondly, “G’night, Sunshine.”

[velvet-paradox]

Traveler (Part One)

Fandom: Calm With Horses/ The Shadow of Violence Pairing: Dympna Devers x Female reader Summary: your career as a photographer leads you to Ireland and an unsuspecting meeting with a well known family in town. Length: Long Warnings: eventual NSFW 18+ ONLY, tobacco use, alcohol consumption, strong language, explicit content, though they know your name you’re commonly referred to as Yankee or Yank. Tagging: @synnersaint @druigbarnes01 @littleplutoisaplanet @brookisbi @yoursopretty15 @marauderswhoree @azurewitch @autumnrose929 @badbitsh13 @123crossiant123 @mrsmooneyshouse @milklungsblog @sniwstrom @pjnkhoe @dreadwolfxoxo @mrsilovevillains @unbetiteltlife @xkaoruu @purebillskarsgardtrash @barryswifey @mrsniallhoran505 @heylolitahey13 @emilie1993 @enchantingeggslimepeanut @oh-yeah-i-exist @greekktragedyy @celtic-orgin @alivnysstuff @itsthestutterforme @shityoudidntaskfor @tompetersebbuckyhazleo @chainsawvigilante @mothdruid @purebillskarsgardtrash @amberrubens

ENJOY!!!

Apparently there wasn't much to do around here in Glenbeigh then gossip as this was now the third time you'd heard of the Devers family. The topic of conversation was held between two older men with thick accents you could just make out in between solid syllables a few covered booths down.

"Those Devers are trouble all trouble, the lot of 'em."

"Don' I know it! You hear what that daft Dympna did the other night, right?"

"Christ now what?"

"We're having some drinks some laughs, kids playin' pool an' all that with the big man no 'arm no foul, next thing I know is that little shite smashes a bottle against this kids head! really starts layin' into 'em too, thought he shot his bolt! Starts kicking him, then an' ol' Arm comes round and had to pull 'em off the boy to make him stop. He's in over his head."

"Jeez. That kid is a menace. What would his father, rest his soul, say?"

You didn't mean to eavesdrop but their voices were deep and carried across the whole restaurant. You finished your fries, making it a point not to get too friendly to those kinds of people. Breaking bottles on people's head was not on your itinerary. 

You'd come here to the west side of Ireland a few days ago, the cascading sights and landscape  and not to mention the ancient rock sites that intrigued you the most had brought you from your home in the states to Ireland for your profession. You were determined to get an award winning photograph this year, you came in third for Top 10 of the year. 

You're hobby as a child has blossomed into a full fledged career and it brought you here. So far you'd taken a few beautiful stills of roaming wild sheep along the two line road, you pulled over immediately in your rental giddy as the day as is long to see the fluffy little things. Just out there, in the wild living their best lives in the countryside.

You'd been all over the globe, India, the African Coast, Columbia all of it beautiful snapping an array of stills and portraits along the way filling up your professional portfolio and some for your own fun. Ever your mother's daughter some back home liked to remind you as if you could forget, while she dives into oil pastels and watercolors you took up the lens always observing what would seem mundane or ordinary, you two had an eye for that sort of thing.

Those candid shots were hung up in your place back home. You picked up your camera left your tip on the table and chimed through the doors, the fresh air and mist from the nearby hills filled you with promise.

"You ain't from around 'ere." A man stated, though the typical camera in hand would've given you away in any country. You looked up to see where he was, leaning against his side of matte red two door car, parked right behind your rental. He had a nice build from what you could see, in a leather jacket and deep colored jeans. He smoked a cigarette.

"That obvious huh?" You smiled and walked up to him.

The man had darker hair underneath the blonde highlights up top with the back and sides shaved, he smirked and held up two fingers and wrinkled his nose. His eyes were the palest blue you'd come across so far and one held a little tattoo at the corner of it. "Just a little. You any good, Yankee?" He pointed his cigarette at your camera.

"Good enough."

"Take my picture then. Go on, let's see." The man straightened up, fisted the front of his jacket and posed like a real natural, cigarette dangling like James Dean with his chin up. You told him so and he grinned with the cigarette between his teeth.

You laughed and adjusted your camera, stepping back onto the curb. You snapped a few candid's. He pushed off from the car when you turned it around so he could see the screen.

"Not bad not bad. What are you doin' here anyways? business or pleasure?" He flicked the rest of his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out a few times with the heel of his boot.

"Both," you shrugged. "That old saying is true, if you love what you do it's not really work."

"I hear ya'."

"What about you?"

"Business." He pointed to building next door, unsuspecting and simple. You might have to snap a few shots before you went back to your hotel.

"I won't keep you then, I'll be around for a bit if you want a print of your pictures." You started to walk to your car and you could feel him watching you do so.

"Aye hold on there Yankee! I didn't catch yer name. How am I supposed to find ya'?" He held his hands out at his sides just a burly man stepped out from the building, he looked at you and then to the smirking man with a frown.

"Y/N and you?"

He grinned and took a playful bow. "Dympna. Guess I'll be seein' you around, Yank."

You smiled and got into your car, the bigger man walked around to the passenger side as you looked through the side view mirror. You could see them talking in the car when you signaled and went back to your hotel room for the night.

....

You had asked more than a few locals for some shooting locations, their favorite rock sites or some places they thought you should see. You made another entry into your pocket notebook, tucking it into your back pocket. One young man shouted out a few bar names, one of which was a dive and the other pretty hoppin' club as he said, his words not yours. You wrote those down too.

Leaves and branches crunched under your boots as you found a nice hiking trail one of the women in town had suggested, it was beautiful and almost out of a fairy tale as the more trees you passed you began to notice a whimsical pattern.

'Fairy Crossing' signs were abundant, little stones made up little piles along with mushroom rings. You took pictures of those and of the little painted birdhouses you saw attached to the trunks of large trees. The lookout from that spot would look great in your hallway you thought as you took a few more, turning your head to get the right shot.

You froze along the path, a deer had bounced into your frame, it blinked and looked away but not before you caught it scampering off. When you looked at the faun it was just on the end of being blurry, another one for back home you thought as you went over some of the pictures.

You put your things away and took a shower, the dirt and grim from your trip into the woods clung to your clothes and shoes and with the added mist in the air here it hung around your face and hair as well. With nothing to do you pulled out your notebook looking at the names of places yet to be visited. The suggested bars jumped out at you, not one over the other as you bit your lips you made your decsion and checked the distance on your phone, neither one was too far from each other or you, you felt safe enough for walking distance enjoying the nightlife as much as you could.

You could hear the music before you saw the club, bassy and it reminded you of home. You smiled and made your way in, that young kid was right you thought as the place was packed though you could still hear each other talk if you wanted a conversation. The red and pink lights that danced along the darker walls was pretty and created a nice ambience that you appreciated and thought of the way it would look on camera. A set of pool tables was in the far back, made known by the laughter and clacking of pool balls, there was a decent dance floor too. You smiled and made your way through a group of shit talking friends, side stepping out of the way to the bar top. 

It only took a few minutes for the bartender to notice his newest patron. A young guy with a shaved head slid down to you, leaning over to hear your drink request. You smiled and opened your mouth just as you heard a raucous shout from the game room side of the club.

You turned your head to see Dympna there with his arms out wide, a dimpled smile on his hard face. "Yankee!" he laughed and shook his head to the beat dancing his way with some pretty fancy footwork over to you, he looked different out of his thick leather jacket. He worn an opened black and white striped button down with a bleach white tank underneath again with the dark jeans and boots. Though the jewelry was nice a touch. "How do, Yankee girly? what are the odds huh? whatcha' doin' out past yer bedtime?"

"Hey! just wanted to check the place out."

"Whatcha' think so far? you get a drink yet?" He asked and you shook your head again about to open your mouth but instead the Irishman to your side, he casually flung his arm around your shoulder which you didn't mind as he seemed friendly enough from your little encounter the other day. "Well we gotta' fix that then don't we?" he smiled at you then slapped the bar top, "Hey big fella' get me a coupla' beers and two shots will ya'?" The bald man nodded. 

You took out some money to pay but he stopped you. 

"Uh uh, you're with us tonight. Money's no good here," you furrowed your brow but slipped your wallet back in your pocket, maybe this was his bar for all you knew, or knew the owner or had some sort of pull around town. Dympna gave your shoulder a squeeze, shaking you playfully. "So what do you do back home then, are you a dancer, an arcade kinda' girl or you fancy pool?" 

"I'm a jack of all trades, but games mostly. If you had some Ski-ball I'd be down for that! but it sounds like you've got a good game going back there."

"Oh sure you wanna' come play or watch or both? 'm having a good night, nice to have me new friend pal around with my old ones for a bit, yeah?" "Sure, if that's alright?"

"Is that alright she says," Dympna chuckled and moved you closer to the bar, handing you the shot the tender just gave out. "You're a funny one, of course it's alright! stick with me and you're bound t' have a good time. You'll see. Bottoms up now, you." 

He was clearly having a good time, cheersing you before slamming it back in unison. He snagged your beer bottle from the top, taking his own and headed towards the billiard room, dancing his way through the threshold.

"Look alive boys!" Dympna announced your arrival as if they knew who you were, you smiled anyway. "Caught me a live one. Boys, this is Y/N the photographer I tol' you all about, right? she's gonna' have a game or two with us."

"You gave him a complex sweetheart, shouldn't have done all that'!" one called out to you.

"What do you mean?"

"Ya' said I could be a model," Dympna set his beer down on the side of the chipped table, tossing his head back like they do in some magazines. "Called me handsome."

"I said you looked like James Dean, that's different."

"Ah! don't go backin' down on yer words now missy, I heard ya' wit' my own two ears, I did. That fella' was handsome and so am I!"

The group laughed and threw peanuts at him while you moved around the dim room.

"So you're the Yank then huh?" The big man you'd seen coming from that simple building asked. 

"Cat's out of the bag."

He smiled sheepishly and out stretch a hand that dwarfed yours at least twice over, calloused and a little busted up you shook it. "Names Douglas, Armstrong. You can call me Arm though, ev'ryone else does."

"So you're a boxer."

His eyebrows met and he jerked his head. "How'd you know tha'?"

You laughed and took a swig of your drink and pointed with the neck of the bottle, "Your ears. My cousin used to box. Almost made pro."

He grabbed one on instinct then nodded. "I used to, 'm retired now, so."

"Too bad, bet you were a real threat."

Arm blushed and little took a drink of his own, he shrugged but you knew by the looks of his cauliflower ears that was most definitely the case. You'd have to ask your new friend about it.

Speaking of-

"Yo Y/N, you up for a game or what?"

"You sure you wanna' get embarrassed in front of your friends?" You challenged and his buddies laughed, poking fun at their friend.

"Ho ho! got a mouth on you girly, we'll see how the Yanks play then." He smiled and swigged his beer.

"You're alright, you. I like ya' already!" One by the name of Needles chimed in and pulled up a stool closer to the table while Dympna readied the set on the worn billiard table. "Gotta' see this, me."

Dympna extended his hand to you after you chalked up your cue across the table, leaning on his own stick. "Ladies first."

You got solids, clacking the balls together as they spread out. You played a few rounds, banter laden as you moved about the table, the low hanging light made his light blue eyes brighter if that was somehow possible. He smiled as he watched you, clicking his teeth as you chose your ball trying to make you second guess yourself. You shot one just shy of the pocket.

"Ah see now that's the American in ya', yer not doin' it the Irish way that's yer problem, now."

"The Irish way? oh please." You guffed and waited for his next move.

"Honestly girly come on gimmie' a chance and I'll show ya'." Dympna wiggled his eyebrows, smiling at you when you laughed out loud.

"Alright," you stood up while his buddies whooped and whistled. "Show me the Irish way then tough guy."

Dympna nodded and shimmied his way to your side of the table. The shots and beers were talking for you, taking his guidance though you had a feeling he just wanted to get closer to you. He puffed out his chest before moving your hips against the hardest part of the table, angling you a certain way as he felt confident in your stance, you laughed when you felt his chest press into your side that you were apparently holding the stick all wrong and that was another problem. He chuckled in your ear as he showed you how to shoot your shot even though you were clearly a worthy opponent. You turned your head as he caged you in, his hand over yours with his chest now on your back. 

His face was incredible close and if you two were alone you might've let him kiss you, but you weren't. You had to give to Dympna, he was confident in a way you hadn't seen for a long time, all he did was smile and smell fantastic, he pointed with his chin for you look at the table as he took to the shot. The rolled right in.

Lucky shot.

You dried your hands in the bathroom, splashing a bit of cold water on your face. Two rounds with that smooth talker and his friends had you feeling good and warm, you listened as laughed as they told jokes and stories. You were glad you came out.

That is until you left the bathroom, drying your hands the rest of the way on the sides of your pants when you were met with two tall dark haired women, one had her arms crossed.

"You ought to be careful there girly, you don't know who you playin' wit'."

You stopped and looked at the cross armed woman, her friend nodded with a feigned expression. "What do you mean?"

"We'll spare ya' the details sweetheart, you ain't bein' a local and all. Them lads you're wit', their not the soft and gentle type, no. You cross one you cross 'em all, fuck around and find out you'll be on the wrong end of Arm."

You swallowed hard and recalled his beat up knuckles, he said he was retired but those were fresh. 

"Arm wasn't like that before, not before he got mixed up with those Devers."

There was that name again! you decided to finally ask.

"Devers?"

"Oh yeah," the cross armed woman took down her hands and turned you to face the billiard room, you could see Dympna in the archway holding his side as he bent backwards in hysterics. "Your little pool buddy, he's a Devers. Not as bad as his uncles but he's on the rise, I'd be careful around them boys if I were you or steer clear of that whole lot all together. Bad news follows the Devers."

"She's right. Keep your eyes open around 'em, they'll skin you alive if you let 'em. Be careful girly, hate to see a tourist get lost in all that mess."

"Keep your wits about you is all, yeah? know the company yer keepin'."

They sent you on your way but you felt fuzzy, from the booze or the bubble of information you couldn't be sure. These were members of the family you'd been hearing about all damn week. You fraternizing with the resident rebels. You'd heard a number of things about them in that short time and here you were joking and laughing and drinking with them, you even wanted to kiss one not that long ago. Blood pounded in your ears as you made it back to the room, you weren't sure if you would, what if you did cross one on accident or offend one of them... you decided to play it cool and instead of return to your hotel you went back to the game room.

"Thought you fell in, was gonna' send a search party." Arm joked and you laughed, hopefully with some humor in it as you joined the fray.

"Just getting some air, think I might head out on you guys though. Still a little jet legged."

Arm nodded and waved Dympna over with a heavy hand, he splayed his other one on your shoulder. You bit your lip at the now known fact that he'd done some damage recently.

"What's up big fella'?"

"Yankee wants to go home, she's tired. Better make sure she gets home safe, right?"

"Already?" he looked at you and pouted but rolled his neck and called it a night to his friends, they waved at you and you waved back. "Alright missy, let's get you home safe now."

The air outside was a pleasant reprieve, it hadn't settled on you until you were out in the night that you were sweating, the cool air hitting your hot skin like a bucket of water. You waited for Dympna as he shrugged on his jacket at the door, lighting a cigarette he gave a thumbs up to the bouncer and found you by the curb. He dumped his arm over your shoulder as you walked in the direction of your hotel.

"So did ya' have fun tonight?"

"I did." You didn't know if you should bring up what those girls had mentioned just yet but it weighed as heavily on your as his arm did. You wondered if he put in work of the Arm kind too. "I'm glad I came out."

"Me too! we lot bounce aroun' a bit, house parties or the bars ya' know? just like a good time is all. Glad to hear you had fun though. Didn't I tell ya' you'd have a good time hangin' with me, right?"

You nodded as you walked and he smoked. He wanted to make sure got to your room safe and in one piece, he'd made a joke about boogeymen and you briefly thought maybe he was one of them. He seemed to know everyone in this town saluting the doorman and the blonde woman at the front desk as you went into the little lobby, you took the elevator up. 

You could feel him looking at you but whenever you'd look back he'd look away, always with a smirk like a kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

Playful. 

He didn't seem like the big bad wolf those girls had painted him out to be, confident sure, strong and charismatic but that didn't necessarily mean he was a bad man though, right? Maybe they were upset he'd broken their hearts and scolded you to stay away from him.

You stopped outside your room, keycard in hand and heat snaked its way up your spine.

"Are ya' gonna' invite me in?"

You swallowed at looked at him, his pouty lips held a small smile.

"Do you want to?"

"That's not what I asked is it? I asked if you wan' me to, not the o'her way around." Dympna leaned against the wall next to you.

"Sure."

You probably let the devil in, invited the vampire that would lure you to our fate but you didn't feel uncomfortable with him in fact it was the opposite and that's what scared you the most. You felt safe with him.

Followed you in as you went around and turned the lights, illuminating your hard tack case that held your equipment, different chargers and chords littered the floor as well as your still open laptop on the plush bed. He walked around the spacious room with it's tawny drawn curtains and high ceilings. 

He kept his hands in his pockets. "You wanna show me some of your work?" 

"Oh!" you nearly fell over while taking off your shoes by the door, you lost a sock along the way but you would worry about that later. "Yeah sure." 

You unplugged the device and logged in, pulling up a few folders. He sat next to you on the edge of your unmade bed with a bounce, his jacket creaking when it touched yours. You handed it to him. He scrolled through snapshots of cities and towns, a few villages and portraits of people you shot around the world. Places he had only half heard of in books and some he had no idea about let alone how to pronounce their names. He claimed it with was the placement of his tongue as his excuse but you laughed it off, it was probably the booze you thought.

"Have you traveled anywhere?" You asked as he pulled up a familiar landscape to the man.

Dympna shook his head. "Who me? oh no no, never left Ireland. I don' think I could live anywhere else. I've got me family, friends, mountains and a beach," he shrugged and scrolled through a few more pointing out that he enjoyed your work, when he came across the handful of stills of himself pressed up against his car the diner he pointed at himself joking that that was your best work. "What about you then? You got mountains where you're from?"

You shook your head. "The States have plenty of them, desert's, canyons, the coast! Where I'm from we have an abundance of lakes and trees. It's the best in the fall though," you gushed closing your eyes you could picture the radiant foliage. "Lipstick red, sunset orange, banana peel yellows all mixed together at once. I love watching them change."

Dympna smiled at your fondness giving you your workspace back. "Sounds lovely. I think I'd like to see that someday."

"You should! I think you'd like it. Of course you'll need a passport and accommodations-"

"You mean I can't stay with you?" He bumped into your shoulder twice with a laugh, ever the jokester you were coming to realize along with his cheeky sense of humor. You laughed to yourself that he was too charismatic for his own good which would often lead to trouble and according to those women tonight that's what he and his family was.

"Sure if you want, I've got room." That was definitely the booze talking, your face felt warm again as you blinked at set down the computer behind you on the bed. "Good to know." 

You felt him looking at you, out of the corner of your eye you could just make him out without feeling too dizzy. You turned to him but he quickly stood and bit his lip as if he had something to say, he opened his mouth and closed it a few times before spinning on his heel. "I think we should exchange numbers you know, jus' in case you feel like checkin' out some spots. I'll take you."

"You'd be my chauffer? what a gentlemen." You took your phone out of your back pocket.

"O' course I am! what do you take me for some kinda' heathen," he did the same and you swapped phones, you thought of punching in your name but decided on his nickname for you. You passed it back, "There now we're square. I had fun tonight but... it's gettin' late," you hadn't realized the hour was pushing near three in the morning until you looked at your lock screen. "You give me a call yeah? we'll do somethin' fun."

You nodded and followed him to the door, "Sure. Let me know."

"Will do." Dympna stepped out into the hallway and pretended to tip an imaginary hat. You thought you felt dizzy before but when he chucked you lightly under the chin and bid you good night, you felt like you were completely spiraling.

This was bad fucking news.

[stranger-nightmare]

I’m actually almost disgusted at how much I’m obsessed with this, like it’s just so fucking good

Abby I hate you you’re so amazing😵‍💫💀🥴

behave. 

pairing: Dympna Devers x Female!Reader

summary: A job had gone wrong earlier, putting Dympna in a bad mood. Later when the two of you go out to the club, you flirt with another person. Dympna gets jealous and pulls you into the bathroom for a rough romp. 

wc: 1.5k

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, cream pure, fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex

a/n: this is my first time writing a full fic for Dympna! gonna tag @waspswidows​ and @siempre-bucky​ cause they helped me a lot with this

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[moonslove7]

Hello !! May I request a Dympna Devers x Reader where reader is sort of this cute and bubbly person (kinda like Cat Valentine), they’re aware of what Dympna and his family does and even though Dympna doesn’t think he’s worthy of reader they reassure him he is?? Thank youuu <3

Hello! Yes you may, thank you so much for giving me the request!

I Don't Deserve You - Dympna Devers x reader

It was moments like this when Dympna often wondered to himself what he did to exactly deserve someone so loving, sweet and well - you - even though his life often revolved around his uncles growing need to sell as my drugs as they could and beating up, sometimes even torturing, anyone who looked at them funny. A secret the blonde never told a soul, was that he didn't like what he was doing, or what his family did. But he knew he had to if he wanted to be ok - if he wanted his family and a place in the world. He sat on the house's sofa as he watched you laughing about with his sisters next to him, lost in his thoughts as he brought the beer bottle to his chapped lips, taking a swig and just watching you - takin you in as you spoke using your hands to add enthusiastically to the conversation.

He remembered how you acted when you first found out, how it was only because you were sleeping in his room waiting for him to come home like you usually did because like a psychic you always knew something shady was happening with his family you just never trusted that feeling completely enough to question him about it but it was enough for you to worry about if he would come home.

*Flashback thing#*

"Why do you gotta go Dym?" You'd whisper to him as you rested your forehead to his as his hands wrapped around your waist, he sighed as he pouted at the thought of leaving you for a few hours. "I got stuff to do, y'know?" he nudged his nose on yours making you smile at him at the playful nudge, "Okay, but I'm stealing your jumper pretty boy!" You half shout the sentence as you quickly get out of his arms and run to the sofa he is now sitting on remembering that moment as you scooped up his brown jumper and ran around the small coffee table, stumblingly sliding it over your head as you managed to run away from him, Dympna giggling along as he chased you. "Hey! Get back here, cheeky!" He yelled in between the giggling, chasing you up the stairs to his room, only just stopping you from closing his bedroom door on him with his foot as he grabbed your hands in his, intertwining his fingers with yours as you stood there grinning and nearly laughing at him as he huffed out of breath, he stumbled closer to you to peck your lips with his, "You gonna stay here while I do my business?" He asked, bringing your hands to rest on his shoulders as he looked into your eyes, resting your hands on his waist, nodding to him, he would be lying if he said it wasn't relieving to know you'd be somewhere he considered safe. Giving you once last quick kiss he forced himself to leave you in his room, he was usually nearly always either with you or helping his shady uncles business.

He didn't expect the drug deal to go a little bad, it ended with him getting a bloody nose which he didn't realise he had blood running down his nose onto his lips, dripping on his shirt as he walked through the front door, hanging his jacket up and instantly forcing his legs to walk into the direction of his room, he was just tired and wanted to sleep with his love beside him. Sighing as he opened his bedroom door relieved to just be back. He just dropped face first into his bed which you were sleeping on, making you wake startled from the jolt of his body hitting the mattress, you furrowed your eyebrows as you look at Dympna laying there with his face buried in a pillow barely moving. You moved a leg to kick his gently, making him groan, using his arms he moved so his face was facing you with just the street lights being the only source of light in the room, illuminating the bloody mess on his face, you brought a hand up to his face, catching some of his blood on your finger, looking at it for a few minutes in your tired haze you suddenly realised what it was making your eyes go wide as you also shrieked at Dympna, "What the actual fuck happened Dym?" You asked sitting up and reaching for the nearby lamp to get a proper look at him with better lighting.

At first Dympna was confused, then he realised how his nose was stinging a bit with the tangy taste of metal in his mouth, he groaned again in annoyance. "Hey, mister, use words." You said to him as you took his face in your hands, stroking his cold cheeks with your thumbs. "I, uh.." He tried to think while you caressed his face. but his mind was just drawing blanks. "Fell.. over?" He said opening his eyes properly just to see your concerned face with an eyebrow raised. "Because a pavement can definitely make someone look like they've been in a fist fight, can't they?" You question sarcastically, him nodding along with you gently and closing his eyes again, "Mhm, they're got a mean right hook, darlin'" He almost whispered making you sigh at the blond in front of you, shaking your head in disbelief. "Come on," You said to him as you held onto his shoulders to get him to sit up, "Hmm, where we going?" He asked, refusing to open his eyes. "I gotta clean you up, whether you were in a fist fight with a pavement or not." You whisper, kissing his forehead making him smile at how soft you were being with him.

You knew he'd tell you eventually, if there's anything you knew about Dympna it was he hated not telling you things and he was rubbish at keeping secrets from you. So there he was, sat on the toilet lid as you used cotton pads and water to clean up the blood trail on his face, he was just watching you look after him so carefully he decided to finally let you in on it, knowing you'd be safe because not only would he not allow anything to happen to you but he knew his family loved you. "I... uh, was dealing drugs and I guess we underestimated how much of a junky the guy we were giving the drugs to was..." He mumbled out, furrowing his eyebrows and refusing to look at you now. "Why?" You ask him, "Why what?" He asks back, "Why do you do it for?"

"Y'know my uncles? Well they have this drug business thing going on and they well want me to be apart.. of it." He nearly whispered back, finally looking at you to see you stop cleaning his face, crouching down so you were face to face with him, "I always had a feeling your family was into some shady shit, just didn't think you were involved and that's ok!" He looked down again, thinking you were probably going to leave him and he wouldn't blame you if you did, "hey..." You whispered, holding his face in your hands again, pushing your foreheads together as you nuzzled his nose against yours making him smile a little, "I'm never going anywhere, as long as you'll have me, just please for the love of God be careful." He nodded moving his lips to yours as he kissed you, refusing to stop as your lips parted to take in a breath before his were chasing yours again, his hands gripping your waist in his jumper that you put on. He just wanted to get lost in you, forget about everything but you.

*end of flashback*

Bringing him out of his thoughts, you had stumbled over to him naraly avoiding the drinks and food around you, holding your drink as you giggled the way to him sliding into his lap while everyone was laughing at your antics and shaking their head at the scene of you sitting on your boyfriend with you sideways, "Jeez, why do you even like him (y/n)?" One of his sisters asked shaking her head in disgust, you instantly replying with, "Well, that's because he's my pretty boy!" You nearly yelled back making everyone laugh as Dympna blushed at your words, reaching down you kissed his lips smirking at the pink on his cheeks as he was barely holding onto his drink, "I honestly don't deserve you..." He said smiling at you shaking your head at him, "Yes you do Grumpy pants..." You whispered kissing him again but this time you slid your tongue past his lips that barely stopped you, not giving him a chance to disagree again, his tongue joining you as he hummed in satisfaction, he couldn't stop telling himself how selfish he felt with staying with you but in these moments where you lovingly and passionately kissed him he had no thoughts, there was nothing but you, the hyper cute woman he had cherished and loved since he first set eyes on her.

I hope you enjoyed ! If you have a fanfic idea for Dympna send it in!

[heartofwritiing]

I'm so excited that you're asks are open ☺️ Can I request the prompt “I don’t let anyone touch my hair. So… feel blessed, I guess.” “Oh, I do!” with Dympna Devers

Thanks girl ❤️

Hands in his hair

paring: dympna devers x fem!reader

a/n: thanks so much for requesting! Bare with me I've only seen calm with horses once and It was a while ago now lol also in the movie don't they say dympna bleached his hair? there's a bit in here that talks about that and I'm sorry if it's wrong but I hope you like this anyways!

Part of my request prompt list!

warning(s): fluff, suggestive content, secret relationship, ahh I didn't know how to end this! 🫣 unedited!

Dympnas bedroom was where you spent most of your time with him, it was the safest place beside's his car that you both would hang out in. Your family didn't know about your boyfriend and nor did his know about you, and you both desired to keep it that way for as long as possible. Every now and again you did get an occasional question of where are you going? during the day from your parents but you'd say studying or hanging out with your friends, which wasn't a lie Dympna was your only friend.

You sat in Dympnas's lap on his bed, his arms secure around your waist and yours around his shoulders as soft music played from the recorded player in the corner of the room. It was currently playing a soft tune of indie music which you'd never guessed Dympna to be into that sorta genre. You both talked about your week and steal your share of kisses between you two. It wasn't super romantic but it was perfect for the two of you to be content and close together. On days like this when his sisters were out either at school or work is when you'd come over and just hang out but you still locked the door just in case someone were to come barging in. You wanted to spend as much secretive time together as possible, Dympna had said to you how excited it made him feel to know he had you all to himself and how romantic it was to hold and kiss you behind closed doors, and you couldn't disagree. Something about the whole secretiveness was very Shakespeare and dare say you loved that.

Sometimes it was hard to keep your relationship so private when Dympna gave you the eyes when you spotted each other across the pub on days when you would be there on your own and he'd show up with his gang. Or when you were trying to be as quiet as mice In his room while making out and he would trail his hands all over your body, much like he was now.

His hands squeezed ever so softly at your thighs causing you to gasp in his mouth as he kissed you hotly. You pulled away from him slightly breaking the kiss with a soft smack imitating through the air and he looks up at you with a pout.

"If you can't behave yourself then I will resort to sitting on the floor the rest of the time I'm here," you say a bit sternly.

He scoffs at you and pulls you closer to his chest. "I can't help it if m'girl is so gorgeous and I wanna touch er," he mumbles.

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the word gorgeous emphasized by his accent. He almost never failed to make you feel all giddy with his lips in more ways than one. He leans forward to kiss you again but you bring your finger up to his lips and they smoosh. You feel his lips vibrate when he laughs behind your finger.

"Okay I'll behave," he takes your hand away and interlocks your fingers together.

You just marvel at him for a moment taking in his beautiful blue eyes and a big nose that you think is so adorable, His frown lines around his mouth from how much he smiles around you, The small tattoo in the corner of his right eye that you love to trace with your fingertip. Everything about him you love and wouldn't change. Dympna notices how quiet you got and see you staring at him.

"Watcha doin?" he asks tilting his head slightly to the side, scanning your face as well.

"Just admiring the view," you answer plainly. Your eyes trail up to his hair to see dark hair growing under the blonde ends, you had noticed his hair was starting to get longer over the past couple of months but he hadn't said anything about it. You thought maybe he would grow it out and finally have his natural hair color back since he had told you he bleached it.

Your hands reach up to tangle in the locks and gently tug at them to which Dyampna groans softly at the touch. You look back down at him a little perplexed at his reaction and see his face in shock himself.

"Did you like that?" you asked amused.

"N-no," he stutters.

You tug on it the same way again and he lets out a moan.

"You did like it!" you gasp.

"Hey, I will push you off this bed," he warns. “I don’t let anyone touch my hair. So… feel blessed, I guess,”

You knew Dympna was very fussy about his hair, always fiddling with it and making sure it looked right half the time. You were surprised he was letting you touch it for this long, but he clearly didn't seem to mind you touching his hair. “Oh, I do!” you giggle.

Continued to run your fingers through his hair in silence and you decided to pull on his hair once more causing him to flip you over onto your back. "That's it you little minx," he traps you below him with his arms cading you into the bed, but it didn't make you feel small or helpless as he leaned over you smiling darkly.

"That's unfair!" you protest.

He leans down until your noses are touching, your cheeks heat up once more and you can feel his chains dangling on your chest.

"What's unfair?" he asks. His gaze is taunting you to say something back but you just blink not knowing what to say in your dazed state. "that's what I thought,"

You reach up to tangle your fingers in the chains, they're cool to the touch providing a contrast to your hot skin pulling him down closer till your lips are brushing. "Maybe you should wait to hear what I have to say," you counter.

"Maybe I should teach you a lesson about teasing missy," he says. "bet you'd like that,"

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Tagging: @redheadspark @a-lumos-in-the-nox @causticcauses @charlie-heatons-whxre

[causticcauses]

Only Stop at Exits pt. 2

Part Two -> One, Three, Four

Pairing: Dympna Devers x (gender neutral) Reader

Summary: You wanted out of your rough life employed to the Devers family. Building a life with Dympna just wasn't possible when it meant dragging yourself through shit to be with him. When things came to a head, the only question was what you would have to leave behind.

Fic Warnings: Angst, mention of past death, drug use/reference, drug dealing, abuse reference, swearing.

Part 2 Warnings: Moderately graphic violence, drinking.

A/N: So I know I said part two would probs involve smut, but I’m an indecisive and long winded idiot so we’re not quite there yet. However, part three definitely will, so, like, hang in there? Lol. Besides that, thanks a ton for the interest, I didn’t expect to get so many notes on part one.

@omgeternal​

The weeks passed in a blur of grey disturbed by frequent spikes of red and black anxiety. You trotted through deliveries with impatient mindlessness, eager to be done each task but with little to do after the fact. You spent most of your time between jobs restless, searching up openings across the country or even further, looking up flight prices, apartment listings, costs of living in towns you'd never heard of. It didn't matter how much information you found, there was always something missing, some fact you hadn't discovered.

It felt like your hands were empty even when you were holding something. Like you were reaching for something that just... wasn't there.

You still saw Dympna. Frequently, in fact. He was, in the loosest sense of the word, your boss. You picked up deliveries from him, or from one of the people you uncharitably but not untruthfully called his lackeys while he looked on.

The thing was – he wasn't different. His grin was sharp as ever, his laugh quick to come. He draped himself over furniture like gravity was too much to deal with during parties, and the parties happened like they always did. Every weekend, clockwork. You still got the invites to the Devers’ home, and you went because if he wanted to act like nothing happened, you couldn't let that challenge go.

It didn't stop your eyes from finding him every fucking minute, though.

A time or two or ten, he caught you looking and grinned, his chin high, gaze evaluating. Mostly you tried to hollow out your expression and pretend to look through him, but you couldn't control the flush of heat through your neck and face. Let him think you were embarrassed – and to judge by his smirk, he did – but really you were pissed.

So very, very pissed.

It didn't help that he didn't do anything else to make you mad. You weren't suddenly given the shittiest, out of the way jobs along country roads with potholes so deep they were probably secret portals into hell. You didn’t have to meet up with the clients that made Paudi look like a calm, reasonable man. Those kinds of deliveries had ended when you started dating Dympna, nepotism at its finest, and they didn't start back up. You'd been afraid – a fear that shamed you both for the mistrust and the pathetic dependency – that he might dock your pay, or some other asshole move like that, but your money came on time, fair as fair could be.

You'd even wondered – fleetingly, in bursts of near-panic – if he might tell his uncles about your wavering loyalty, but in more rational moments, you knew that was totally unjust to him. What were the scars on his back, if not symbols of how loyal he could be when push came to shove?

He could be petty, even spiteful, but not like that. Not to people he loved.

And somehow, you thought you might still be in that category. Even personally, Dympna wasn't cold. He didn't avoid you. The opposite, actually. He drew you into conversation despite your attempts to be unfriendly, and if the discussions never went anywhere against the stubborn coolness of your resentment, were just casual flings of words that you fended off with thinly veiled disrespect, the fact that he bothered made you think...

You didn't know what to think. Hell, you didn't even know what you wanted to think. He’d made it clear, hadn’t he? And hadn’t you? Wasn’t it all over between the two of you? It wasn’t what you wanted, but wasn’t it what you needed?

You sure as hell weren’t fucking, and... you supposed that was a change. Since you’d left, Dympna hadn’t tried to touch you at all. No casually putting his hand on your hip, drawing you closer as he spoke to someone else. No teasing pinches to make you yelp and smack him reprovingly, or soft scratches at the back of your scalp, soothing in his idle but constant presence. He hadn’t kissed you – and you hadn’t kissed him, and, honest only to yourself, you wanted to. God, you wanted to. Your body felt empty, hollow, begging to be filled by something you tried to convince yourself was a poison.  

You half expected him to make moves on someone else, half hoped for it, if only to have another reason to be angry, to say good riddance to attractive garbage.

But he didn't. Though as usual he was the center of attention, he was no friskier with anyone than he ever was.

(Which was still pretty flirty, but that'd been something you accepted about him early on. Man just had a mouth for banter and bedroom eyes.)  

He was at the center of something now, raised voices and words flattened by the loud music into something you couldn’t quite understand. But from where you stood, leaning on the kitchen counter and chatting with two of his sisters, you could see Dympna and a few buddies in the living room, gesturing aggressively, getting in each others’ faces. Some kind of dick measuring contest, you guessed.

From what you could tell Dympna was playing both sides, egging on one guy and then the next. The usual shit disturbing. He was in a silver sleeveless shirt, with flashy black designs swirled across it, and it practically screamed amidst the darker colours the rest of the fellas in his circle were wearing. The thought made you pull at the rim of your white top, deliberately plain just to show how little of a shit you gave.  

“...Hun?” It slowly dawned on you that that was Christina, calling for the attention that you’d let wander.

You shook your head quickly, heat rising in your cheeks, and said, “Sorry, sorry. I missed that. You were saying...?”

The twins were observing you with open shrewdness. Under their identical eyes, you shifted your weight, brought your drink up and took a long swallow. Liquid courage wasn’t the best kind, but it was the only kind you had to ward off their looks.

The sisters were fraternal, but their eyes were spitting images of each other, pale blue with a touch of almost-silver near the irises that gave them an unworldliness that sometimes seemed to see too much. Dympna was always teasing them that they’d been swapped at birth by the fair folk, were faeries in disguise, and he got them each an iron ingot for their eighteenth birthday. They pretended to hate his taunting, but you’d been by their room on the way to Dympna’s, and the little grey bars were on the dresser, pride of place in the middle.

That said, they were a little… protective… of their older bro, and you were somewhat hoping they wouldn’t pursue where your attention had gone. Maybe just let it go.

The Devers were never very good at letting things go, though.

Fatima looked by you, into the living room, and her expression became knowing. She was the quieter of the twins, and you probably got on best with her of all the sisters, but she also liked to tease in a way that was a little more cutting than was comfortable. They’d made it clear they were aware of the drift in your relationship with Dympna, but never talked about it to you directly. Seemed like that was about to change.

“You’ll never plough a field by turning it over in your mind, y’know,” she observed with a small smile, surely quoting some questionable wisdom from her mother June.

Sometimes the best defense was a good offense. “I already ploughed that field,” you said, trying to shock her into dropping it.

Unfortunately, “that field” was Dympna and he’d been ploughed many a time, too much so for his sisters to be embarrassed by it. Christina laughed, light and quick. “Aye, and seems you’re letting it lie fallow, hmm?”

“I’m sure someone else will get to seeding,” was your reply, and you were a little taken aback by the tartness in your voice.  

Abruptly impatient with the metaphor, Christina snorted. “Way he’s been pure moping about, it’s no sure thing.”

Automatically you glanced back, over to Dympna... who was staring your way. Your eyes met and it was the usual smirk, a slight nod, and this time you peeled your gaze away through sheer force of will, trying to ignore the bloom of hopeful affection in your chest. You fell back on sarcasm. “Oh, yeah, looks like he’s in bits. Real torn up.”

Christina rolled her eyes, and Fatima replied, “Like he’d show it here, with all youse lot around. Trust us, he’s been unbearable. Like a kicked pup. You let him down hard, yeah?”

“I didn’t let–” you began heatedly, only for the protest to die down into a kinda unconvincing mumble. You supposed outside observers wouldn’t exactly describe your last conversation with Dympna as letting him down gentle. But you hadn’t even let him down! It was him, with his pig-headed, Devers’ stubbornness, that let your down. Refusing to at least talk through leaving – what did that give you to work with? Nothing. That’s what.

And yet… Pure moping about. Fatima didn’t seem like she was pulling one on you, no sly smile to let you in on the joke. Was he really that bothered by the thought of you gone?

Another look, but this time Dympna wasn’t angled towards you. He was still talking in the group, and if anything, all the voices over there had grown louder, more aggressive, clearer over the pulsing music. These days, the parties were wilder, and they had more people that came to ‘em, too. The house was packed tonight, and though there was a certain respect given to the Devers, even that space was being challenged; you were practically rubbing elbows with another group camped in the kitchen.

The people who came nowadays seemed more apt to spill into fights, with less harmless fun. Judging by the noise coming from the living room, sounded like things were heading that way tonight. Not something Dympna – or the Devers ladies – couldn’t handle, but it was another bit of friction sliding rough under your skin.

Fatima and Christina were still waiting for your response, unbothered by the tension over yonder, but you were saved from their expectant stares by an unlikely hero. Needles, staggering into you, stepping back with a squint like he didn’t quite know who you were before he brightened.

“Ohhhh!” he exclaimed, thick and drawn out. “It’s our mate! It’s our…” The slight man trailed off, looked around like he was expecting someone to be standing next to him, and took a few seconds to recuperate from the absence. When he did, he started going off about the beaver trade in Canada, which was not quite thrilling enough to keep the sisters hanging around.

With vague excuses and, on Fatima’s part, a wicked grin at you that Needles totally missed, they cut their losses and shifted to another area of the house. Leaving you alone with Needles.

Joke was on them, though, because Needles was the better company. At least he wasn’t trying to accuse you of dumping Dympna, just waxing eloquent now about something called a North American jackalope.

Besides, you’d always felt a bit bad for the man. He lived in an addled, sometimes barely functional haze, and when Arm had been around, he’d had something of a protector in the big boxer. Nobody picked on Needles while Arm or Dympna were around. Now, though… Well, Dympna had picked up new friends – new enforcers – who were far less patient than Arm had ever been, and Dympna himself was…

Busy was a kind way to put it. Distracted. You didn’t like to think he’d basically left Needles on the curb in his relentless push to grow the business.

At least Needles was still invited to these parties. You and he chatted for awhile longer, a conversation that looped and sagged and darted on incomprehensible paths. It was mostly amusing to try to follow his leaps of logic, and a few other people joined the convo as time went on. You drank, maybe more heavily than you should, but it felt good to turn your mind away from a certain someone and focus on other people, other thoughts. In turn, Needles drifted away, and you chatted with those left, mostly deliverers like yourself, just here for a good time.

You were starting to argue about the best pub in town – there were only two – when shouting from the living room caught your attention. Your attention, and pretty much everyone else’s, too. The sudden crashing and swearing that followed grabbed anyone else who’d missed the yelling.

As automatic as breathing, there was a surge to the living room. Everyone liked a good fight. Quick enough to grab a spot inside the room, you didn’t have to jostle much to stay near the front of the bodies. Dympna’s reputation – and hell, your own – guaranteed that much. Although once there, you sort of regretted your quick rush. As in, stomach plummeting regret, along with nauseating concern.

It was Dympna on the floor next to the overturned table. That much was obvious, silver shirt and blond head all. The fact he was on top of the guy – and you’d be hard pressed to say who it was, maybe Rory or that new guy, Dare – made it even easier to tell. Whoever it was, they weren’t down for long. With a heave, they threw Dympna off, and Dympna, slighter than his opponent, hit into one of the low side tables with a grunt and an awkward roll. You winced at the sound of a lamp on the table falling to the floor with a sharp crack.

There was a reproving buzz from the onlookers – bad form to start actually smashing furniture, you were supposed to take it outside before then – but no one moved to intervene. That would be even worse manners.

Your fingers were clenched into fists so hard it was producing an ache, dull in your knuckles, and you leaned forward as Dympna found his knees in time to get kicked in the stomach. He groaned and folded into the foot and for a second you thought, stricken, that he was –

Whatever you thought, it was stupid, because he just used the second delay to find a better position to launch himself at the other man’s legs, and yeah, it was Dare, and Dympna brought him down again. There was a much louder buzz, calls of “Get ‘em, D!” and jeers that rang in the numbness of your ears.

They wrestled for longer, piling into the chairs and tables that’d already received a beating, but as the initial rush of concern began to drain from your eyes, you started to see clearer. No stranger to fights yourself, you noticed what you hadn’t at first. Dympna wasn’t losing. Not even close. Hell, if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was drawing it out. Letting Dare get just enough space to get himself free, and then jumping all over him.

Except that couldn’t be. Dympna didn’t even like fighting. There was a reason he’d first towed Arm around, why he had big new friends now. Sure, he could fight, and did when it came to it, but for Dympna the only good fight was the one he’d won before he first punched someone. When the outcome wasn’t sure, he finished it as quick as he could, and if that meant being ruthless, he did that easy enough.

So what the hell was this now?  

Eventually, tired or just sick of it, Dympna got himself back on top of Dare, hit him a few more times, the hollow thud of his fists loud in the subdued murmur of the crowd. There was more than one experienced fighter in this room, and they’d seen what you had. This wasn’t just a good scrape between friends. By this point, Dare could barely cover his face, and one of the last punches plastered his nose across his face in a bloom of blood that left him choking and gurgling as Dympna heaved himself off.

There was a strangled attempt at a cheer as he straightened, but Dympna’s flat expression didn’t encourage praise, and that was off, too. He thrived off of admiration like a flower off sunlight, so why wasn’t he swaggering? Especially after a fight like that?

You didn’t have time to puzzle it out. In a slightly strained voice, Dympna called, “Get this scut outta my fuckin’ house.”

Two of his boys jumped to it with a will, laying hands on the barely conscious Dare. In the meantime, a few members of the crowd wandered away, while the rest sort of milled, watching uneasily. Sure, fights broke out more often than they used to at the Devers house, but those were a box and a jab and a wrestle, not a beating. No one – least of all you – understood what happened. People parted, watching two of the men carry Dare out.

You only had eyes for Dympna, and so you saw him bend down, grimacing as he picked up a bottle from the ground. A moment later, he straightened and then pressed his fingers to his side, then pulled them away. Checking something. Maybe the thick smear of blood covering them.

Your inhale was loud, fighting with the music that slogged on in callous indifference to the fight, and his eyes snapped to you. His eyebrows knitted together in a fierce expression you couldn’t put a name to, and he immediately straightened, rubbed his hand off on his jeans. There was a cut on his cheek, but that couldn’t account for the amount of red that’d been on his fingers. With tension vibrating through your muscles, a quivering agony of indecision, you held yourself still. Had – had he been stabbed? Did he need help? Should you–

“The gobshite tried to fuckin’ stab me,” Dympna said, and he’d recovered some of his aplomb, some of his performance. The loyal skins he’d gathered responded to the tone; there was a more energetic gasp, a wave of outraged muttering, some calls of concern. You didn’t stab a man in his own home when he’d invited you in, and you sure as hell didn’t try it on a Devers. They were probably thinking Dare was lucky Dympna hadn’t sicced his lackeys on him.

But why the lie? Why “tried” when you’d just seen that Dare had been more than a little successful?

The piercing weight of his blue eyes was on you, daring you to say anything. He gestured casually with his hand, the one holding the bottle, which, you now realized, was broken. “Eejit pup didn’t manage nothin’, but we don’t take kindly to that shite in the Devers house, do we?” He finally looked around, including everyone present in his demand, and received an immediate response. More outrage, denial, denunciation.

He’d always been good at controlling people, influencing how they viewed him. He was working overtime now. When he threw the bottle to the ground, where it shattered further, his whole frame tightened, a kind of shudder that went through his body, but only once. “Sorry fellas and fine things, we’ll be gettin’ this mess cleared. Get on outta the livin’ room now, we’ll just take a moment. Stay if’n you like, though, night’s young yet. Sláinte!”

Immediately, like his words were some kind of benediction, the tension snapped. People relaxed, laughed, repeated the toast with much downing of the forgotten drinks in their hands. Then, as directed, they began to leave the room, giving the Devers space to clean up.    

It was physically difficult to tear your eyes away from him. He looked – overwhelming. That was all you could think. It was like he was meant to be there, right at the center of this house, right at the center of admiration and control. Someone had tried to stab him and he’d brushed it off like... like...

There was movement behind him, and you automatically focused on it. It was Charlie. She must have been in the room when the fight started, been trapped or even unwilling to leave as her brother tussled. She was pressed up against the far wall, and her face was ashen, her breath coming in quick, panting bursts. What that animal Fannigan had done to her had changed the child, but you hadn’t seen her this bad in at least a year. She looked like she was about to break down.

You took a few steps her way before you realized it was the wrong move. Charlie wouldn’t be comforted by you. She’d not really warmed to you, just like she hadn’t warmed to most newcomers since it happened. You pivoted around. Finding Lisa wasn’t hard; she was at Dympna’s side, as were the other two sisters, speaking in low voices and with gentle hands on his shoulders. The matriarch June stood nearby, her glare warning away anyone who might wanna crowd Dympna and get a little favour by seeming concerned. It struck you how... apart... they seemed from the rest. The small family was a little island in the mess that was the living room.

June's glare didn't exactly diminish as you approached. You had literally no idea what she knew about you and Dympna, but she was one of the more intimidating people you'd met, and even before, you'd never been close. Dympna wasn't quite the type to introduce a lover to his mam, and while his stories painted a woman who could be warm as a home hearth and just as welcoming, you hadn't seen it. But your urgency must have been apparent, because after a moment she gave a brusque nod, grudging permission to approach.

"S'nothing, just a little..." Dympna was saying quietly as you came up, but he trailed away at your approach. You expected him to straighten, maybe brush off his sisters' consoling hands, just to appear as nonchalant as always, but his mouth was pinched, his face pale, and he did nothing of the sort. Your gaze flickered down, to his side, to see if you could catch sight of more blood, or maybe a tear in the fabric of the shirt, but Dympna shifted, leaned more into Fatima so the area was covered.

Whatever. You weren't there for him.

Except that he was ironically the only reason you were here at all.

You banished the thought from your mind with a frown. Speaking to Fatima's concerned head tilt, you explained, "It's Charlie." You jutted your chin in the teen's direction. She hadn't moved. "She's in a bad way."

They all stiffened. Lisa swore under her breath and instantly broke off from the Devers huddle. She beelined straight for her younger sister. It was a little amazing to see how much the hard woman softened as soon as she got to Charlie. Careful hands and careful words, soothing the lines from the girl's face, easing her from her cowering position against the wall.

All the other Devers turned to watch, anxiety obvious in their intent focus and sudden silence. Including Dympna, his hands drumming against his thighs, abruptly a shifting, squirming mess, like his body was begging him to go comfort Charlie. One particularly energetic movement, a stretch to his toes to try to keep better track of his sisters, had the air suddenly hissing out of his lungs as he winced.

"Stop playing the maggot," June snapped.          

Anyone else taking that tone would have received a glare – at the least – but Dympna just flashed his mother a flighty, apologetic smile that was gone about as quick as it came. He did stop fidgeting as much, though.

Before too long, Lisa led Charlie over, one arm protectively holding her close. “Think we’re gonna get some air, yeah?” the older sister said. “Place is starting to smell manky. You should tell your friends to shower, D."

The joke fell more than a little flat, but Dympna, his eyes on Charlie, managed a grin. "Then you'd wanna take 'em all for a ride, and we can't have that, can we? Nothin'd get done."

Lisa scoffed. "Most your friends, clean as angels and I still wouldn't touch 'em." Her eyes – blue, like the rest of the Devers clan, but darker, like her mother's – slid to you and then away and you couldn't tell if that included you in the "most friends" category, or put you out of it. A moment later Lisa continued. "Anyways, the Lord ain't sending showers atop their heads tonight, so we'll step outside. C'mon, Charlie."

Though she gave a gentle tug to her younger sister, Charlie resisted. She was staring at Dympna. "Are you...?" she whispered, couldn't seem to find the breath to finish the question.

Nonetheless, Dympna's smile became livelier, and he waved his hand. "Sure, sure, I'm fine. Right as a pint and then some, yeah."

"Look at him," Christina piped up. "Picks a fight with a man double his size and walks away suckin’ diesel. What a tool."

When Dympna protested, you took the opportunity to add, "Think his hair got a little outta place, though. He should fight a comb next." Dympna's reaction to that was more subdued, and he seemed taken aback by your willingness to throw out the friendly insult. Wasn't really for him, though.

"Worrying his mam, too, and do he care? Not a wit!" June added fiercely, and that was a signal, with the rest piling on Dympna with glee.

You had seen that before, the way they ganged up on him, and Dympna loved it. Parrying the comments with wordplay of his own, clever and sharp but never enough to cut. The Devers family could make an Olympic sport out of bickering, the amount of time they put into it, but it was rarely hurtful. They knew each other well enough to load their guns with nothing more than blanks, all sound and no piercing.

Today's performance, though, was just that. They were none of them fully invested in the codding, faltered several times, only to have the gap filled in by someone else. It was a family effort, working with the sole goal of reassuring Charlie. A few times one of the women took a quick look at Dympna, and Fatima kept a hand on his elbow, lightly squeezing. They were worried about him, masking it for Charlie's sake, and you admired them for it even as it made you feel... strange. Outside.

Fatima looked your way more than once, inviting you to take part, and a spot had opened up for you in the circle, so you were nominally part of the conversation. Dympna kept glancing at you, quick, spastic scans like the sight of you was burning him, and you didn't have the easy grace to jump back into the banter after your first comment. A few times some smart-ass remarks rose to your lips, but just looking at Dympna, at the way he had by now casually clamped his arm into his side, was enough to make the urge die.

He looked so... good... like this. So warm and secure, surrounded by his family. And meanwhile, the living room was trashed, glass and ceramics crunched underfoot. Dympna had been hurt, and Dare was probably bubbling out his consciousness through blood in a bush across the way. If the de-facto bouncers had even bothered to carry him that far from the house.

If you could cut this moment – this familial warmth and security – out of this place and put it elsewhere, somewhere clean, like trimming out a photo from a magazine for a scrapbook page, would the grimy light of the Devers’ house follow? Would the pungent scent of weed still drift through the air as the acrid taste of beer clung to your tongue? Would blood forever stain the picture? Or in a different place could they – could he – be something different? Something more? 

You yearned – ached – to know the answer. And you were reminded, once again, horribly, why you needed to leave so badly.  

He wasn't what he could be, and neither were you, and if you didn't leave, nothing would change.

With that stark realization a claustrophobic pressure weighing on your lungs, you retreated. As Lisa finally got Charlie – a little lighter, a little more relaxed – to agree to go outside for a bit, and Christina said she would come, too, you joined the small exodus for the door.

"Goin' so soon?" Fatima called from where she'd remained at Dympna's side, and you waved at her, feeling guilty. Trying to ignore the fact that Dympna's expression was even tighter than before.

"Yeah, stuff to do in the morning."

"Run over Dare on your way out," she said, voice sweet and eyes anything but. You thought if she wasn't so concerned about Dympna she might have gone out and given him a few extra kicks herself.

With a chuckle that was genuinely amused, you raised your hands. "No car tonight. Someone else'll have to do the honours."

She muttered something, and with the music playing it was a little hard to be sure, but you kinda thought she said, "Oh, someone will."  

You almost pitied Dare if he tried to show up on the Devers’ doorstep again. Almost. Of course, the last glimpse you snuck of him, Dympna was sagging into Fatima, June sweeping in to take a closer look, and you couldn’t think of a good enough reason to attack him like that, let alone in his own home. Part of you was demanding that you stay, talk to Dympna, try to figure out what happened and see if you could help, but you killed it relentlessly. He was in good hands. He’d be fine. He was always fine.

Until he wasn’t.

You weren’t going to stay around for that moment.

Free at last from the stifling heat of the party, you were quick to set your feet to the pavement, almost running to get away. You didn't see Dare outside; had he managed to stagger off, or was he in one of the alleys between the ramshackle apartment buildings? It still didn’t make sense that he’d attack Dympna like that in the first place. He was new to the crew. One of the extra hands they’d brought in as things got busier. So where’d he get off thinking fighting with the leader, let alone stabbing him, was okay?

And Dympna’s reaction, too. Why not just take it outside? Or let one of his guys beat the hell out of Dare?

You chewed out the thoughts on your cheek, but couldn’t get anywhere with them.

The streets were quiet as you walked, taking your time, breathing in the cool night air against the weight on your chest. It wasn’t a long walk to the house you were living in with Mrs. Byrne, your widowed landlady. The alcohol was a soft and steady buzz in your veins and to be honest you kinda wished you'd drank more. Somehow staggering home to pass out in a drunken stupor seemed more appealing than the lonely night facing you now.

In a house nearby, a dog barked, the sound deep and booming, and you flinched automatically before hustling on. The owner of the house was not particularly friendly. Behind you, someone screamed at the dog to shut up – to no effect – and you picked up your pace, not eager to have them come outside and accuse you of skulking. It'd happened before. You could fisticuff with the best of them but that didn't mean you wanted some old man going after you in a nightie that showed off his knobby knees.

You were concentrating so hard on the racket in the house that at first you failed to realize that a car was pulling up behind you. It wasn't until several steps later, when the vehicle followed your hurried footsteps, keeping idle pace, that you became aware of it.

The spike of fear didn't last more than a half a second, the time it took for your eyes to settle on a familiar, obnoxiously red paint job. A scowl twisted your mouth, and you turned away, kept going without acknowledging the driver.

The car followed, and you heard the sound of a window cranking down. "Oi, stall a sec why doncha?"

You kept walking. There was something distinctly unfair about Dympna deciding he wanted to talk after the revelation that you'd had tonight, a nail in the coffin of you staying in this town.

Dympna revved the engine for a second, the loud sound an outburst of frustration, before pulling more even with you. You couldn't help but glance over, and he was half leaned out the window, one hand on the wheel, barely looking at the road. He'd be a right menace to old ladies and kids chasing balls if it were daytime.

"Don't be like that, darlin'. I just wanna talk."

"Don't you have a stab wound to look after?" you replied tartly, needing the emotional space such a taunt gave you.

He chuckled at that, though the sound quickly died. "Me mam took a look, says it’s nothing. Patched me up good." June would probably know a bad wound when she saw it – you'd heard tell of the kinds of scrapes Dympna's father got into, not to mention Dympna himself – and you hated that you could feel some of your tension easing. You didn't want to be relieved. That just made it harder.

So, you kept walking. Dympna's voice was a unique brand of wheedling when he said, "C'mere to me. Just for a bit."

"I will, yeah," was your sarcastic response, and he snorted. Hard to tell if the sound was amusement or exasperation, but it didn't get you anywhere, either of you. You weren't gonna listen to him. What more was there to say?

You went for a while longer, the car a softly rumbling companion. Determined to keep your eyes straight ahead, you didn't peek at Dympna, and it was maddening to try to imagine what he was thinking. He kept following you, so clearly he hadn't given up, and you had a feeling, equal parts frustration, affection, and trepidation, that he was in one of his moods. The one where he wouldn't let go easy.

Your premonition proved correct.

With a suddenness that made you jump, he honked the horn. It was a sound that shattered the mellow silence that had settled over you, loud and ugly, and as you whipped around to glare at him you almost tripped and fell flat on your face. A wild windmill was enough to save your balance but not your pride, and that added more than a pinch of heat to your scowl.

He met your expression with a placid one of his own. An eyebrow raised, like he couldn't possibly imagine what had made you start.    

Berating him abruptly seemed like purposefully stepping on an open beartrap. You shut your mouth, jaw clenched, turned, and struck out abruptly across the road in front of the car. He didn't run you over, but he had to hit the breaks pretty hard to avoid it. The grinding screech almost made you grin.    

The colourful swearing that followed as you gained the sidewalk on the other side of the street was just icing on the cake.

Unfortunately, you were forgetting – or at least desperately ignoring – an important fact. Dympna was the eldest brother of a whole gaggle of sisters. There was nothing he didn't know about persistence and aggravation.

Another honk. You didn't balk this time, but it was a close thing. Another one, and then another, closely following on the heels of the last. And then it was near unending, some short honks, others long blaring wails. There was just enough space between a few of them to lull you into the belief – well, hope – that he might be done, but no. You felt like you were being followed down the street by a whole-ass parade. Any second now someone'd be throwing open their doors or calling the guard on you.

Plus, by this point you were getting near your home. That wasn't good. And he knew that full well, too. You couldn’t arrive at Mrs. Byrne’s with this production behind you. The widow was a good sort, in her way, but she also had traditional notions about not being woken up at two in the morning. At best you’d be getting an earful for the next few weeks, and at worst... hell, the noise Dympna was making, she might just throw you out.

At last, with a surge of aggravation that he was actually making you stoop to his level, you halted. Glared some more across the street. “Will you feck off?” you demanded, in a voice that was probably a bit ridiculously hushed given the cacophony that was still echoing in your ears and probably the ears of all the neighbours, too.

Dympna slowed the car to a stop, leaned across the seat to speak to you. It was all infuriatingly casual. Course, if the guard came – or worse, Mrs. Byrne – it wouldn’t be him who’d be getting jumped over. “Sure thing, darlin’. Just as soon as you hop in.”

Teeth grinding, you couldn’t even manage to say anything, just shook your head in sharp denial. Dympna shrugged, a grin curling his lips like a cat that spotted some cream, and his hand hovered over the steering wheel. “Don’t you fucking dare,” you choked out, and he paused, head cocked in a mockery of confusion.

“You about to come with, then?”

“Dympna...”

For a moment his smirk only grew, but after a second more of regarding you, it fell away, and so did his hand from its threatening position over the wheel. “I need to talk to ya,” he said, simply, but that wasn’t enough, that wasn’t...

“Please?”

It wasn’t that Dympna didn’t ever say please. He did. He wasn’t some savage. But the way he said it now, so lost, like he was reaching out for something he wasn’t sure was even there, it had your breath slipping out as your heart seized. It just sounded too damn much like you’d been feeling the last several weeks.

Before you’d even consciously made the decision, you were walking across the street. There were plenty of logical reasons to say yes. It would get him off your back. You wouldn’t risk getting thrown out by Mrs. Byrne. You could convince him you’d meant what you said, maybe tell him about the jobs you’d already applied for elsewhere and the lodgings you were thinking of trying to get. You could wrap it all in a neat little package and actually say goodbye. Totally logical.

Your fingers curled around the door handle, and you knew, meeting the blue intensity of his gaze, that logic didn’t have anything to do with this.  

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

Pairing: Dympna Devers x (female) Reader

Summary: just another a late night hookup with Dympna in the back of his car

Warnings: bit of fluff, mostly smut, fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), creampie, cockwarming, minors DNI

A/N: look at me go with another idea coming to me whilst I fall asleep and quickly scrambling a note on my phone at like 2:30am💀 anyway I of course can’t post this without tagging @siempre-bucky and @mothdruid, enjoy my fellow Dympna whores😈😌

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Another day, another late night rendezvous with Dymphna in the back of his car.

Your stomach had fluttered the way it always does when you get that all too familiar text from him.

Pick you up at 11.

So now here you were, parked in some abandoned car park on the outskirts of town, sat in the back seat with Dympna's lips on yours, his one hand underneath your skirt. His other hand was draped around your shoulders as he held you against his side where you were sat next to him. You were leaning back against the seat whilst he towered over you. You feel him smirk against your lips as he reaches the apex of your thighs, his fingers skimming your folds.

“No panties?” He whispers huskily against your lips.

You let out a soft giggle before recapturing his lips with yours, delving your tongue into his mouth. You barely hear the small moan that leaves your throat when his fingers push into your folds, lightly brushing your clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already” he groans into your mouth as his fingers run through your slit, gathering your slick.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night since you texted me” you bite his bottom lip, relishing in the sound he makes.

He then pulls back slightly to look at you, a small smirk curving the edge of his mouth.

“Oh yeah? Thinkin’ ‘bout what exactly darlin’?”

His eyes darken with a kind of smug lust when you gasp as he pushes a finger inside you. You bite your own lip now as you try and stop the almost embarrassing string of moans that threaten to leave you as he starts to pump his finger in and out of you slowly.

“You been thinking about this, hmm? ‘Bout all the things I’m gonna do t'ya in the back of my car?” He hums darkly.

All you can do is nod and bite your lip even harder as he slips another finger inside you.

“Hmm, y' like that don’t ya?” He smirks again as he watches you writhe under his touch.

You nod and let out a pathetic whimpered “yes” as he works his fingers even deeper inside you.

His pace is slow and languid as it usually is. He cherished these stolen moments with you and never wanted to rush things. He liked to take his time when he could. He pumps you slow but deep, his fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust of his hand. You rock your hips in time with his hand, working towards a slow burn climax, a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

After a while he adds his thumb to the mix, rubbing it against your clit. You gasp and shudder at the new sensation, the fire in your stomach reaching an apex.

“Ah, D, I’m close” you whine, looking at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to let you cum.

“I know love” he smiles down at you, a softness in his expression. “Go on, cum f'me baby,” he whispers fervently as he rubs his nose against yours.

His words finally tip you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, radiating through every inch of your body. You keep your eyes on him as you fall apart on his fingers, knowing how much he loves to watch the pleasure stretch across your face.

“Atta girl” he praises as you start to come down from your high.

He smiles softly at you once more before he reattaches his lips to yours. He pulls his fingers out of you, swallowing the small squeak that sounds from you. Both of his hands find their way to your hips and he pulls you over to straddle him, spreading his legs out on the backseat. He groans into your mouth as you almost immediately begin to grind against his already hard cock where it strained against his acid-wash jeans. You whine lightly when his hands leave you but you’re quickly reassured when you hear the sound of Dympna’s belt buckle being undone. You then quickly hear the sound of his zipper going down and his soft moan as he pulls his aching and leaking cock free.

His kiss becomes sloppy and unfocused as he angles his cock to run the head through your wetness. You shudder as he runs it over your sensitive clit, your hips instinctively bucking forward, your body begging to have him inside you.

It doesn’t take long for him to relent and finally push his tip inside your waiting entrance. As soon he’s part way inside you his hands move right back to your hips, guiding you down onto his cock.

“Fuck” he groans as you finally sink down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt. “I’ll tell ya, I been thinkin’ 'bout this all day, thinkin’ about you all day.”

“Yeah?” You cock your head to the side and smirk at him.

“Mmm, yeah” he hums leaning back up into your mouth.

He pushes his lips roughly against yours one last time before he leans back on the seat, letting his head fall back so he could watch you as you start to slowly fuck yourself on his cock.

Dympna sighs as he throws his head back, his fingers digging roughly into your hips as he starts to guide you on his cock. You moan as you feel the head of his cock reach that sweet spot inside you. You lean forwards to take advantage of his thrown back head, assaulting his neck with kisses and bites, savouring the taste of him whilst you could. He groans quietly and squeezes his eyes shut for a second as he takes in the sensations of your hot mouth on his skin, your warm cunt around his cock, squeezing him so good as you always did.

You work in sync together, creating a lazy and languid pace. You both just relished how good you felt together, you were in no rush to reach your climaxes. You simply wanted to enjoy the physical closeness of getting lost in each other, getting lost in the pleasure. You both watch each other’s face as they twist in pleasure, your mouths hanging open, your eyebrows knitted together. The only sounds in the quiet night are your breathy moans, Dympna’s quiet groans, and the wet sound of his cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.

Your moans start to get louder and Dympna’s grip on your hip tightens as you both start to climb closer to your climaxes. You slide your hands up his chest, moving them behind his neck, pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. You arch forwards over him as he slumps even further into the seat, pushing his hips up into you.

“Fuck, ya always feel s’good baby” he pants, rolling his hips beneath you.

He curses under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut again, his fingers digging into you with a bruising force.

“Shit” he breathes as his hips jerk under you, his cock pulsating inside you as he cums.

You moan into his skin and kiss at his neck again as you ride him through his climax, your continued up and down motion on his cock pushing his cum out of you, letting it leak into his lap. One of his hands comes between you to find your clit, circling it as you continue to fuck yourself on him.

You chant his name into the crook of his neck as you finally feel the burn in your stomach reach a precipice, your climax only moments away. And Dympna could tell.

He pinches your hips to get your attention, pushing you back slightly.

“Let me look at ya, baby. Let me watch ya cum” he pleads with you.

You obey him quickly, sitting up and locking your eyes with his. His mouth hangs open to mimic yours as moans fall freely from you, your body one the verge of tipping over into pure pleasure.

“Atta girl, that’s it. Cum again for me darlin’” he whispers as he quickens his circles on your clit; his words and increased speed being the final push you needed to fall over the edge.

You whine his name, your voice cracking, as you cum around him, your pussy clenching over his slowly softening cock. A lazy smirk lands on his face as he rubs you through your climax, happily watching the pleasure ripple across your face.

“Good girl” he murmurs as you slowly stop your grinding movements, coming down from your high.

Both of his hands reach up to cup your face, bringing you down to kiss him again. You both moan quietly into the kiss, your lips moving together like a dance only the two of you knew.

You don’t know how long you stay like that. Minutes, hours, even days could’ve gone by but you didn’t care. You just revelled in his lips on yours, his softened cock still sat inside you, his warm chest pressed against yours.

After a while you finally decide to move and get cleaned up. Dympna helps clean you and him with the wet wipes he keeps in the car for this exact reason. Once you’re cleaned up and dressed again he leans back against one of the back doors, his legs stretching out across the back seat. He lets you climb into his lap, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling your back tightly against his chest. He places a quick kiss to your cheek before he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder. The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, just watching as the light of the morning sun slowly starts to bleed into the horizon.

“I missed ya” Dympna murmurs into the warmth of your skin.

You can’t help the butterflies that spread in your stomach and the smile that plasters your face.

“You saw me like two days ago, ya know?” You laugh softly.

“Still missed ya,” you feel him shrug behind you.

You twist around to face him, placing a soft kiss to his nose.

“I missed you too.”

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A/N: okay this ended up being a lot softer than I intended, but I actually really love it, soft!Dympna is taking a large portion of my heart rn🥺🥴 hope you guys liked this!!🥰🖤💫

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I'm so in love with you for writing that dympna fic!! 😭💖 I hate how there's no content for him.

out here doing my part <33 have some more dympna hcs as a token of my gratitude for your praise

- okay i have several ideas for how you would meet / get together but one of my faves is this :

- your family is the second most feared locally, next to the devers, and to form a sort of alliance, they wanna marry you off to dymp

- you're pretty outraged about it at first bc hello ?? this is ur life u dont wanna just throw it all away like that ??

- but you also know how your family's business works, and you know they would do much worse to you if you refused, not to mention what the devers would do to you

- so you end up agreeing

- they allow you to meet before forcing you down the aisle, not so you can get to know each other or anything, just so its not a shock when you see one another on the big day

- at first you think hes immature

- cute, but immature

- he keeps making jokes, you keep not laughing . its awkward and hes clearly getting angry at your lack of reactions

- you meet a few more times after this, more out of your own free will, but only because you're trying to get used to the house ur gonna be living in

- you like his sisters, they're all very sweet for the most part

- some of the other family members scare you a little but you do ur best to pretend they don't

- the wedding comes, you get married, you move in, its all pretty...... meh

- but then one day dympna comes home angry. like seriously angry. some job, something went wrong, you don't know what

- hes breaking things in the kitchen, yelling

- you dont wanna go in but hes about to get to the nice china and you know somehow it'd be your fault if he breaks it

- "dympna?" your voice is soft and it stops him in his tracks

- he turns to you, even more furious, and for a moment you think hes gonna hit you

- its literally the most surprising moment of your life when turns around and bursts into tears .

- you're frozen still, briefly before you tentatively make your way over to him

- as soon as you're in reaching distance, he pulls you into his arms

- you wrap your arms around his back, rubbing in circles

- you soothe him with gentle shushes as he sobs into your neck

- things are different from then on

- you become each other's comfort, and eventually you feel the love starting to come

- he tells you more about the family business, not wanting you to feel left out

- but he also tells you that he doesnt want you involved that much

- not because he doesnt trust you but because he doesnt trust other people not to target you

i have so many ideas for this as a full fic / series soooo.. lmk if ur interested

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Run

Dympna Devers x Reader

Summary: Dympna left you, wanting you to have a better life away from him. Then the question was asked...where did his loyalty lie

A/n: I watched it again and wanted to rewrite a scene? I'm a simp for him. enjoy.

wc: 833

warnings: blood, guns, violence

tagging the unimind: @mothdruid @waspswidows

Dympna felt the numbing sensation on his forehead first. Then he smelled the foul smell of the spilled blood. Then he tasted the iron of his blood on his tongue. Everything rushed back to him too quickly; Arm's betrayal, Flannigan's lifeless body still above him, the pup that just needed a trip to the vet...you. The angered look on your face that morning hurt worse than the butt of his uncle's gun.

When Dympna finally managed to open his eyes, his vision was still a blur, but he could make out the shape of his lanky uncle standing in front of him with his rifle over his shoulder, "Welcome back to the living, nephew....not that yer deservin' of it," he grumbled bitterly.

The blond struggled to sit up, his hands anchored to the floor so he could slide up against the tin walls of the shed. His wrist connected with the barrel of his fallen pistol. In a smooth motion, he hid the gun behind his back.

Paudi stepped closer, Dympna's scared blue eyes locked onto his. The stench of torture and off-brand cologne cut through the smell of the iron. "Still wanna take care of it, you little cunt?" he spat as he kneeled to Dympna's level. His dirty hand gripped the thick chain around the younger's neck. The old man's eyes glance down, landing on a silver necklace that fit in between the two he was familiar with. He'd never seen the pendant with an engraved sun before.

His blood ran ice cold in the younger man's body as he watched Paudi's eyes. His dirt-ridden finger tapped the pendant lightly, "Paudi," he managed, "I-I'll call Arm. We'll find him."

"Where does your loyalty lie, Dympna?" he cut in, changing the subject.

"My family," he grunted but his tongue felt like lead, the weight of one singular pointer finger felt like a dozen trucks. Paudi's eyes went back to Dympna's, once again taking hold of the thick chain and pulling his chest towards him.

"Ya sure about that, boy? Ya, let him go. And we don't want to hurt anyone else, do we?" The blond knew exactly who Paudi was referring to in his condescending tone of voice.

His hearing was muffled after that. The sweet tones of joyful laughter and kind words surrounded his mind. He set you free. Or at least he thought when he showed up at your house, telling you that he was trying to protect you from his family. You didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve this. If Arm had an ounce of morality left, who's to say he didn't.

Run. His last words to you, his last words to Arm...the last words to himself. He slowly reached for the gum behind him, taking it in his hand, pointer finger on the trigger. "What say ya, boy?"

There was a bang, followed by a blood-curdling scream. Dympna hobbled to his feet, the smoking gun still in hand. Paudi fell to the floor, his shaky hands clinging to his thigh as blood surrounded it, soaking his pants.

His actions were all a blur. He could barely remember sprinting to the office, collecting the duffle bag of money and the keys to Paudi's blue pickup. He shouted your name as the truck came to a screeching halt on the pavement in front of your home.

There was no response, your bedroom window remained dark. He shouted again and threw a rock at the glass. "Please," he whispered to himself as he threw another stone. The rickety front door finally opened cautiously.

"What do you want? Haven't you broken my heart enough, D?" You huff as you slammed the door behind you. His eyes pinned to your neckline, you still wore the necklace that complimented his.

"I was wrong! We need to fuckin' leave. Now!" he hurried.

You shook your head. Here's the man who hours prior broke your heart saying he wasn't good enough for you, and he's only trying to protect you. He looked so broken, you noticed as your eyes panned downward. Was that blood? His acid wash jeans splattered with the dried blood, his knuckles bruised. Maybe this was what Dympna meant? "What the hell is happening?" you question angrily as you trot over to him.

"A-all te' plans we made to get outta here... I want 'em. We don't have much time. Let's run. Please, love, I was wrong." Dympna was grabbing at your arms, his blue eyes teary and remorseful. His loyalty was with you, it always was.

You placed your warm hands on the sides of his cold face, "Ok," you whispered to calm him. "We'll go, we'll go." The shaken man nodded and fell into your embrace, his fingers gripping your back. His sweat-ridden forehead placed on your shoulder, breathing in the smell of your perfume and laundry detergent. The touch of your hands on his back silenced his mind and most of the fears. "Let's get you out of here, yeah?"

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Hi Barry’s character Dympna devers could actually wreck me.

He seems like soft only with his love and will kill someone for you if they mess with you.

Also dude has like 7 sisters and would kill for any of them.

I just hello Barry koeghan and all your characters, come on down to the merry go round of hyperfixation, please enjoy your stay upfront.

But also being his girl and always kissing his lil cross/X tattoo near his eye just ugh! I love him and I’ve known him for less then 24 hours.

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