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Her Daughter’s Vengeance

pt 1

TW: depression, violence, character death

word count: 1,689

Julianna, or Jules as she preferred to be called, grew up in the shadow of loss. Her father, a dedicated soldier, was killed during a tour in Iraq when she was just a child, leaving her mother, Kassia, to raise her alone. The bond between them grew unbreakable as they navigated life in the aftermath of tragedy. But their world would soon grow more dangerous. As Jules got older, it became clear that her father’s work in the military, and the secrets he kept, had made them targets. Shadowy figures from his past began closing in, forcing Kassia to do whatever it took to protect her daughter from a hidden threat that loomed ever closer. Jules grew up not only with the grief of losing her father, but with the constant fear of what his past might bring to their doorstep.

As Jules grew older, the constant upheaval of moving from one home to another, coupled with the ever-present shadow of threats, began to take a profound toll on her. Each new start brought the fleeting promise of safety, but it was always overshadowed by the lurking fear of discovery. The lack of stability chipped away at her sense of security, leaving her anxious and wary of trusting others. The emotional weight of living in survival mode strained her relationships and stunted her ability to feel at ease, forcing her to grow up faster than she should have. Over time, the relentless cycle of uncertainty and fear began to shape her identity, leaving scars she struggled to conceal.

As the mental scars deepened, the physical ones began to accumulate as well. The people pursuing Jules and her mother grew more relentless, their threats escalating into acts of violence that left visible marks on their bodies.

Each encounter became a brutal reminder of the danger that followed them, with bruises, cuts, and injuries telling a story of their harrowing struggle to survive. Jules, though still young, found herself caught in a vicious cycle of fear and pain, her body bearing the evidence of a life constantly on the run. The relentless pursuit left them exhausted and wary, each injury a painful symbol of how far their enemies were willing to go.

Jules came home to an unsettling silence, the kind that made her stomach knot. The house, usually alive with her mother’s presence, was eerily empty. The unease prickled at her skin as she moved cautiously through the rooms, her footsteps light. Opening the closet, her fingers wrapped around the cold steel of the handgun her mother kept for emergencies—a weapon Jules had hoped never to touch. Heart pounding, she headed toward the back of the house, following the faint sound of muffled cries that seemed to seep up through the floorboards. Her steps led her to the basement door, slightly ajar, the sounds growing clearer and more desperate. Taking a deep breath, she pushed it open and descended into the dimly lit depths, the gun trembling in her grip.

Jules approached the heavy basement door, her breath shallow as she gripped the gun tighter. Through the narrow crack, she caught a glimpse of her mother slumped against the wall, blood staining her shirt and streaking her face. Panic surged through Jules, her mind screaming to retreat, but her heart propelling her forward. She shoved the door open with trembling hands, but before she could react, a shadow lunged at her.

Strong hands grappled for the gun, their grip ironclad against her frantic resistance. Jules was wrestled to the cold cement floor, the weapon torn from her grasp. Pain exploded through her body as boots connected with her ribs, the force driving the air from her lungs. Another brutal kick caught her face, her vision swimming as she tasted blood. Through the haze of pain, she turned her head, her gaze locking onto her mother. She was crumpled, battered, and bleeding, her desperate eyes meeting Jules's as the weight on her back pinned her helplessly to the ground.

“L-Leave her alone! *Stop it!*” Jules cried out, her voice breaking, raw with desperation.

She struggled against the weight holding her down, tears streaking her bloodied face as she watched the woman standing over her mother. In her hands, a bat gleamed under the dim basement light, a horrifying symbol of what was to come.

“No! Please!” Jules screamed, her pleas falling on deaf ears.

Terror gripped her chest as the bat was raised high. Time seemed to slow, every heartbeat echoing in her ears like thunder. Then, with brutal finality, the bat came crashing down.

An indescribable scream tore from Jules’ throat, a sound so guttural and filled with agony that it seemed to shake the very walls around them. It was a scream born of pure horror, helplessness, and the unbearable pain of watching the person she loved most endure the unthinkable. Her vision blurred with tears, and for the first time, her will to fight began to crumble under the weight of despair.

"*M-Momma, get up! You're-please!*" Jules sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her desperation.

Her body trembled violently, the cold cement beneath her a stark contrast to the fire of panic coursing through her veins.

She clawed at the floor, trying to reach her mother, who lay motionless against the wall, the crimson of her wounds staining the ground beneath her.

The woman turned slowly, her expression cold and unrelenting, gripping the bat like an executioner's blade. Jules froze, her tear-filled eyes widening as the woman stepped closer, raising the bat above her head.

She braced for the blow, a fresh wave of terror consuming her-but then, a muffled voice cut through the chaos, calm yet commanding. Everything seemed to stop. The bat halted mid-air, the tension in the room snapping like a string pulled too tight.

Jules's ears rang as if the world itself had gone silent, the noise replaced by an oppressive stillness. She blinked through her tears, disoriented and unsure if she had even heard the voice at all—or if it was her mind's desperate attempt to save her from the darkness closing in.

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The silence wasn’t silence at all. As Jules’s awareness flickered in and out, she realized the sharp, echoing crack of the bat had landed after all, colliding with her temple in a sickening blur of pain. She was on the ground now, her body limp, the world around her a swirling haze.

Her ears rang, drowning out most sounds, but faint, muffled voices seeped through—panicked and worried. She couldn’t make out the words, but there was urgency in their tones, a stark contrast to the violence she had just endured. Her eyelids fluttered, her vision swimming in and out of darkness as she fought to stay conscious.

The cold cement pressed against her cheek, grounding her for a fleeting moment, but her body refused to move. Pain pulsed through her head, spreading down her spine. Even as her mind tried to grasp what was happening, exhaustion overtook her, dragging her further into the void.

Through the fog of pain and darkness, a voice began to pull Jules back, soft yet insistent, cutting through the haze like a lifeline. It was a woman’s voice, calm and steady, though laced with urgency.

“Jules, can you hear me? Stay with me. Please, stay with me.”

The words felt distant at first, muffled like they were being spoken underwater. Slowly, though, they became clearer, grounding her in the present. Jules’s eyelids fluttered, and the blurry outlines of shapes began to form in her vision. Her head throbbed, and her body felt impossibly heavy, but the voice didn’t waver, coaxing her out of the darkness.

“Come on, sweetheart. You’re okay. Just hold on a little longer.”

The warmth in the tone was almost enough to cut through the fear and pain, a fragile thread of hope in the chaos. Jules wanted to answer, wanted to move, but all she could manage was a weak, trembling breath as her mind struggled to catch up with her broken body.

Her lips parted, a faint, broken sound escaping as she tried to speak. "*Momma...?*" she croaked, her body trembling as she struggled to process where she was and what had happened.

The woman’s breath hitched as she heard Jules’s broken whisper, her voice fragile and full of longing.

The woman crouched closer, her expression softening as the weight of Jules’s confusion hit her. She hesitated, her heart twisting, before gently brushing damp hair from Jules’s bruised face.

“Shh, it’s okay,” she said softly, her voice trembling as she tried to keep her tone steady.

“I’m here,” she whispered, knowing Jules’s mind was clinging to the one person she needed most. “Just hold on, sweetheart. Don’t move too much.”

Her chest ached as she saw the hope flicker briefly in Jules’s glazed eyes, even though she knew it wasn’t the truth Jules wanted.

Her hands hovered, unsure of how to offer comfort in such a fragile moment, but her voice remained gentle, as if trying to soothe a storm. “*You’re not alone.* I’ve got you.”

Jules’s chest heaved with each shallow, ragged breath, her body trembling beneath the weight of her own exhaustion and the throbbing pain that pulsed through her head. She fought to keep her eyes open, but the darkness tugged at her consciousness, pulling her further into its embrace with each passing second. Her vision blurred, the world spinning as she struggled to stay anchored in the present.

Her body felt heavy, as though it didn’t belong to her anymore, and yet, she couldn’t let go—couldn’t succumb to the quiet pull of oblivion. She heard the woman’s voice again, though it sounded muffled, distant, as though it were coming from far away.

“Stay with me, Jules,” the voice urged gently, its warmth pushing through the pain. The words barely registered in her mind, but the tenderness in the tone somehow made her fight harder to stay awake. Her fingers twitched weakly, the only sign that she was still there, still clinging to the fragile thread of awareness.

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[sag3ybearr]

YES GODDDDDDDDDDD

EXPERIMENT | b. eilish.

ꨄ︎ contents: bestfriend!billie, shy!reader, fingering, friends to lovers au— this is pretty much vanilla my loves. fluff at the end!

“are you sure you wanna do this?” billie questioned you, her hands rubbing your thighs lovingly as her blue eyes pierced into yours, her tiny freckles glistening under the warm light that was given to you by your lamp. you nod at her, sure of your decision, licking your lips, “y-yeah... i trust you, bils.”

you and billie had been talking about your dating history, laying on your bed and giggling about various embarrassing stories you had, until the topic had landed on sex. you had told her that none of your partners could ever bring you to orgasm— in fact, you could count how many you’ve had on one hand.

the conversation skewed to you needing some help, and you and billie had awkwardly decided that it wouldn’t be a horrible idea if she helped you out. you were her best friend, after all— isn’t that what best friends do?

billie nodded at your acceptance and lowered her head in between your thighs, where her nose came in contact with your bare clit. your legs squeezed involuntarily around her head, though she hadn’t even touched you yet. she snickers lightly, “you okay?”

“mhm.” you hum, “just…a little scary. my best friend’s head is in between my legs, first of all… and what if….y’know, i’m not good at this? what if—“

“shh.” was all billie murmured against your sex, one of her hands remaining on your thigh to keep you grounded and make you feel safe. your fingers eventually found themselves tangled in your hair when you felt her fingers fill your pussy up, fingertips grazing against that sweet spot inside you— the one you’ve always heard about but could never reach. her movements pull a shy whine out of you, though your lips stay pursed shut, and billie cocks a brow at you.

“does that not feel good?” she questions. though your face has pleasure written all over it, you’re abnormally quiet. you nod at her, though, urging her to keep going, “mhm…y-yes, i’m sorry…just— nervous.”

billie nods in understanding, her fingers curling further inside you, making your eyes flutter closed as you let a soft moan pass your lips. it sends shivers down her spine, hearing your little whimpers of pleasure as her thumb finds your clit, your hips rocking into her palm, full of need.

“that’s it, good girl.” she praises, using the context of your body language to feel out what you like. you feel your stomach tighten— it’s a low, full feeling, and you feel your legs vibrate against billie’s skin as your moans amplify, your shyness masked by how good billie’s making you feel.

“i— i think m’gonna—“ you cut yourself off, your best friend’s digits still relentlessly fucking into you, and you feel your whole body grow tense, sensitivity playing on your nerves. you huff, “bils….”

she coos at you, “s’okay baby, i know…feels like a lot, but you can take it— you’re so close, just cum for me, angel.”

you’d think that her words would coax you to orgasm, but your body just tenses up, pleasure growing numb to you as you sigh, frustrated. billie’s fingers fall idle inside you, “did you—?”

“no.” you huff, “i literally think my body is…broken. this is so embarrassing.”

billie shakes her head at you, “it’s not embarrassing at all. i just think you’re too tense,” she then takes a free hand, dropping it to your thigh and massaging your flesh, “wanna try again?”

and with that you nod, your pussy clenching tightly as billie’s thrusts become a little more forceful, yet her fingers still lovingly dip into your legs, her hands oozing softness as you feel yourself calm down.

and then you feel it— your legs twitching, back arching, your whole body shaking as you tighten around billie’s fingers, “billie, billie! i’m—“

your sentence dies on your tongue as you cum, hard, your eyes starry and hazy as warmth erupts within you, billie’s fingers working you through your high. your chest heaves as you pant, your eyes fluttering open.

you immediately pull the covers over your body, slightly embarrassed, “…hi.”

“hi.” billie returns with a laugh, “was that alright? i assume so, the way you moaned my name practically the whole time.”

“oh, shut up.” you protest, though you still sound so sweet to billie. she slithers onto the bed with you, her face only inches away from yours. her eyes are knowing, sweet and gentle— and it kills you not to lean in and kiss her. but you find composure, “thank you…for that. it felt nice.”

“i’m glad it did.” billie looks up at you, and you bite your lip, your eyes naturally drawing to her own pretty, perfect lips. you watch her scoot closer to you, and you blink, unsure if this moment is even real or not. she leans in even closer, her eyes looking up at yours before she kisses you slowly, your lips melting into her own as she squeezes you tight, not daring to break the kiss.

and you weren’t complaining, either.

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