#tw attempted assault

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!holy knight with saintess!reader scenario [part two]

Warnings: obsessive behavior, profane language, religious themes, implied manipulation, attempted sexual assault, attempted drugging.

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Part One

Part Three

Hey guys, welcome to part two of the yandere!Holy Knight scenario! As a final reminder, the content is going to get much darker so if you do not feel comfortable continuing, please exit now. Bullying is not tolerated on here, so if there is I will take this fic down.

For those who are curious about who is the pretty lady featured in this chapter, this is the one whom the Head Priest claims to be the real saintess, the one whom God truly loves, Reverent Sister Esther. Special thanks to @deathmetalunicorn1 for helping me find this pic and writing out the difficult bits in this fic.

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and let us return to the Holy Temple of Aesir.

Yandere!Holy Knight rose from his cot on the third morning since he had seen you, exhaustion seeping into his bones even when he should have felt refreshed and ready for the afternoon patrol. Instead, he felt his skin prickle, his calloused hands started to become wet with sweat. His heart was hammering in his rib cage. Will he be able to see you today? He thought. Will he see Reverent Sister Esther? Aesir, please let it not be so! 

He could only assume that you were making yourself scarce around the Holy Temple because you were still trying to find any information on the Affection Level while the rest of the congregation began the preparation for the Festival of Stars. It was supposed to be an auspicious time. To reflect and be kind to others as the long, winter dark nights crept across the land. 

Yet Reverend Sister Esther did not share those sentiments. With Aesir as his witness, Yandere!Holy Knight can testify under oath that the newest member of the congregation does not possess empathy. Why? Because…of what he saw behind those closed doors leading towards the sanctuary. He didn't mean to see it, he shouldn’t have. Yandere!Holy Knight had only dared to go there before the morning prayers began because he was concerned about the bell-ringer. In its five-hundred year history, there has not been a single morning when someone did not hear the bells of the Holy Temple announce the dawn of a new day and awaken the Brothers and Sisters from their slumber. 

He pushed the doors open just a breadth and saw everyone, even the bell-ringer, sitting in the pews in awed silence at the beautiful blue-haired woman in a modest white dress standing behind the pulpit. Reverend Sister Esther smiled softly. 

“There is no need to exhaust yourselves by kind to everyone. The world is a dark, cruel place.” She said, spreading her arms outwards.. “There are people we should not speak to, and those we should not lend our ears to. We must turn them away, and only listen to Aesir and what he desires from us. We are his precious children. They are the dregs of society. The common, vulgar, weak, and licentious. They do not deserve Aesir’s salvation! It is through Him, Through I, His Beloved, that we will find our Paradise!”  The pews erupted into applause, some of the Brothers standing up as they declared that her words to be sacrament instead of heresy. The High Priest was in wholehearted agreement, smiling widely with flushed cheeks. 

Yandere!Holy Knight’s stomach churned in awed disgust before he quietly closed the door, leaning against it to steady his wobbling knees. This is why the number of visitors, of people who have come here in search of guidance and love? Because these fools are being deceived by a devil with a honeyed tongue? He fingered the silver chain around his check, fiddling with the tiny peridot. Sister Harrowhark. He thought about you, concealed behind staggering towers of tomes, dark circles under those jeweled eyes and ignoring the growling of your stomach as you continued to search in the archives. He swallowed thickly at the image in his mind, feeling the tips of his ears burning. 

Forgive me, Aesir. These feelings I have harbored for Sister Harrowhark are threatening to sear my flesh and bone. Protect me, Aesir, from Reverend Sister Esther and her wickedness. Guide me, Aesir, what can I do? What must I do?  He prayed to his God. He recited the penance of Lust and Sloth, then two verses from the Book of Salvation and then pulled himself away, hoping that the morning sparring sessions and afternoon patrol would be more than enough to keep him busy until he could sneak into the kitchens when the cook was on her break. You might have a responsibility to protect the congregation as Aesir’s Eyes, but you will not do it by exhausting yourself like this, especially if you haven’t eaten a single piece of bread. Yandere!Holy Knight will be absolutely furious if he had to find out the hard way, which is seeing you passed out at a desk, using your arms as a makeshift pillow with [Hair Color] strands all over the place. 

And he did. And he had every right to be angry at you. But he willed his boiling anger to a low simmer, focusing his efforts on cajoling you to rise from the chair, carefully placing a hand on around your shoulders as he led out into the hall, to your quarters. He had gotten only as far as to have you eat some sliced meat, bread, and a bit of cheese. You promised that you would take a bath as soon as he left. 

Yandere! Holy Knight could only believe your words, though he had a few of his own to say to you. 

“Lady Harrowhark, please…you cannot keep doing this to yourself! If you have seen what I have seen happening to the Holy Temple, to our home, then you must know that we must be at our full strength to combat this wickedness!”

You didn’t even try arguing back. You were just as upset as he was, and had seen what he had seen through secret passages located throughout the temple. You both knew who the culprit was, but without solid evidence, all claims would be dismissed as accusations created from jealousy and hate. Seeing the downtrodden frown, how you calmly dismissed him and turned away to look out the stained-glass window….the memory fractured Yandere! Holy Knight’s heart even more. 

After his early afternoon patrol, Yandere! Holy Knight went to the training grounds. He swung, parried, and lunged at an invisible enemy until the wooden sword splintered at the handle, sharp pieces slicing through the palm of his hand. He inhaled deeply, feeling the pain throbbing followed the warm wetness of his blood trickling down his fingers. He carefully covered it with his other hand. He needed to get it treated.

He cut through the training grounds, entering the cloister leading to the hospital wing  when he heard a silvery voice call out to him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Reverend Sister Esther running towards him, face flushed pink and the hem of her skirts lifted just enough to expose her ankles. An expression might have been seen as the look of someone who is in love….but Yandere!Holy Knight felt nothing except disgust and wariness. He straightened his spin and just kept moving, quickening his pace. 

Or he would have liked to. He couldn’t act too out of the ordinary. After all, he and Lady Harrowhark are the only ones immune to the Affection Level spell casted by Reverend Sister Esther. Inhaling a deep breath through his nostrils, he lowered his head to the heathen. 

“Reverend Sister, how may I help you?” He asked cooly.

“You’re hurt!” She gasped. Her blue eyes were wide with false concern, the faintest hint of cunning wickedness glimmering in the sunlight as she ever so slowly cradled his injured hand in both of her hands, fingers languidly grazing the outside of his palm. Yandere!Holy Knight felt his skin prickle. Aesir, grant me strength! He exclaimed in his mind. He was about to pull away when he felt something enter the open cut with a soft shick. He almost missed it. He looked at her, now frightened. 

“What did you -” His words were soon cut off when she covered his wound with a handkerchief that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “At least bind it to slow the blood flow!” Esther smiled brightly. He nodded, quickly pulling his hand away. That was when he felt it. Nausea. Then something crawling under his skin, like the roots of a tree, slithering and making his body hot and please Aesir help help help HELP!

Yandere!Holy Knight stumbled backwards, landing on his side and the warm fog in his mind worsened. He couldn’t think….he…needed….he needed what? What? WHAT?!  When he glanced up at Reverend Sister Esther, his hammering heart thudded harder against his ribcage. The look on her face was foul, evil.

Like a cat who had finally caught a canary in its claws. 

Terrified out of his mind, he pulled himself up from the stone floor and ran. He ran until the exertion and whatever poison that she had placed in his body had taken its toll. He vaguely remembered entering a room, but not locking it. Another wave of pain surged through his body, and more blood…it went south. Yandere!Holy Knight felt ashamed, disgusted. And he needed you. He needed you so much right now. 

Somehow, Reverend Sister Esther found him. And her grin had become impossibly wider at seeing like this. She was giggling. Kneeling in front of him, her dainty hand reached out and stroked his reddening cheek, causing the already overwhelming heat in his body to bloom again and make his…problem get worse. 

“Now, let’s have a little fun, shall we~? My dear, sweet little bias~.” Esther purred, dragging her hand down his face, his neck, and then to his chest before she gave a gentle push. When he collided with the floor, she raised her skirts and straddled his hips. Yandere! Holy Knight tried to push her away, but he felt so damned weak. What in Aesir’s name had she done to him?!

“What is the meaning of this?” A cold, calm voice broke through the stifling silence. Esther stiffened, her beautiful face contouring into disbelief and anger, the irises of her eyes becoming slitted like a cat’s before she looked over her shoulder. He did too, and saw a tired-looking woman in mother-of-pearl robes. You. 

“You!”

“I asked you a question. Answer me.”

“I don’t answer to an extra, screw off!”

The uncomfortable heat was soon replaced with relief, followed by the lewd desire to have The Possessor of the All-Seeing Eyes in his arms and succumb to his touch. So lost in this haze of lust, Yandere!Holy Knight barely registered seeing you stride across the room and flinging white powder into Esther’s face. The heretic immediately fell forward, and you easily caught her, though she was heavier than she looked. Glancing around the room, you turned your attention to him. 

“Get to my room. I’ll be right there, I promise.”  You commanded quietly, swinging one of the heretic’s arms over your shoulder and placing your hand around her waist. You looked left, then right, and then disappeared, the tail of your robes billowing from the corner of the doorway. Exhaling a shaky breath, Yandere!Holy Knight stood up and went to your room as fast as his legs could carry him. 

He waited on your bed for ten agonizing minutes before the doorknob turned to the right, and you entered, quickly locking the door behind you. Yandere!Holy Knight barely contained a sob upon seeing your ethereal form. Unlike the disgust he felt earlier in Esther’s presence, he only felt relief. Comfort. And another feeling blossoming deep inside of him, something that he liked as he gazed upon your scorching eyes. 

He watched as you went to the bookcase on the opposite side of the room, pulling a heavy book from the second shelf on the left. He heard the grinding gears of the secret passage spring to life click-click-click-click-shhnk. 

“Come.” You said urgently, grabbing him by the arm and hoisting him upwards. Hot energy coursed through him, his body screaming for wanton release even as you repositioned your body in the exact form as you had carried Esther. You stumbled down the stone steps, almost losing your footing more than once on the way down because he tried to press her against the wall, to press her body against his, anything to make him feel good, to make you feel good - it wasn’t his fault!

You just scowled. “When this is over, you and I are going to have a very long talk.”

“So…long as I am with you…I do not care. Please, Lady Harrowhark, touch me.” Yandere!Holy Knight moaned. “Touch me, the light of my life, and let my desire for you burn inside of me forever more, a pyre that no can ever extinguish -”

“Aesir forgive me but shut the ever-living fuck up and sit down on the bed, Sir Palamedes.” You snapped impatiently. Yandere!Holy Knight quickly obeyed the command, not wanting to anger God’s Beloved any further because if you are angry, you will not touch him like you are doing now. 

Seemingly satisfied with his obedience, you quickly rummaged around the workspace and collected supplies but not before you illuminated the secret room with a flick of your wrist. You threw a rag in a bowl of cold water, you pushed him on his back to lie down, and rung out the cloth, laying it over his face. 

“This is going to hurt.” You warned him.

“I know.” He said.“

You need to keep still.”

“I know.”

“I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

“I know.” Yandere!Holy Knight whispered. “I know…you would never hurt me…as Reverend Sister Esther. No, the heretic would have. So please…do whatever you want with me just please let me feel you, please.” He pleaded. Instead of receiving an answer, he heard the clink of a knife being removed from its leather sheath, and his shirt being ripped open from the bottom to the top. Yandere!Holy Knight arched his back, moaning.

“Lady Harrowhark!”

“Shut. Up.” 

That was the last thing he remembered before Yandere!Holy Knight lost consciousness. When he awakened, there was no trace of the fog in his mind nor the heat in his body. He could think. He could feel his pulse…it was normal. His eyes widened. Wait, if this is normal!

He shot up from the bed, the rag falling from his face. He saw you hunched over the desk, panting loudly and grunting before you turned around. In your hands was a large jar, filled with holy water and a writhing black mass of roots. He paled. What was that thing? Is that what the heathen had placed inside of his hand, letting it fester? What you had removed from his body with your holy magic? Dear Aesir. 

When you turned around, saw him…you smiled. You smiled with those jeweled eyes and flushed face and blood sweat trickling down your nose and mouth. You staggered towards him, trying hard to keep yourself steady. And you did until you reached the edge of the bed….and you fell forward. Yandere!Holy Knight caught you. He hadn’t expected to feel as weak as he did. It took a tremendous amount of effort to pull you up from where you had landed, right on top of his legs, and repositioned himself…so that you could lay your head against his chest. 

He remembered meeting with Esther in the cloister. She treated his hand, then…

Murky violet orbs widened in horror and shame as one fragmented memory after another fell into place, filling the gap between then and now. He looked down at you. How could he have called out to you like that, shamelessly lusting after you like the foolish, licentious sinner that he is. Yet you risked your health yet again, this time to save his soul from damnation. 

Yandere!Holy Knight felt tears welling up in the back of his eyes, choking back a sob as disgust and guilt somersaulted in his stomach. 

How could you forgive him after what he had done to you? What he might have done? He didn’t deserve it. It was his fault for allowing Sister Esther to get close to him when you told him to stay away from her. He turned to the jar that was rattling on the desk, the….seed, if he could even call it that, wriggle and tap its inky tentacles incessantly against the glass. It wanted out. 

And as much as he wanted to destroy that thing with his own hands, you would never keep this foul thing unless you had planned to use it as the evidence they needed to convict Esther of her crimes against the Holy Temple of Aesir. 

In a moment of selfishness, Yandere!Holy Knight took one of your hands and pressed his lips against the knuckles. He recited the penance of Lust in his mind twice, murmuring under his breath. He prayed for Aesir’s forgiveness, for your forgiveness, for you to wake up soon. 

The Holy Temple needed you. You were the only one who could save the congregation from being condemned by the Empire. It was his home, your home. 

He needed you. You were the only one who could ever quench the flames of his desire, even if you were to never feel the same towards him for the rest of your days. So long as you are by his side, he will never ask for anything else. 

©️do not repost or use any of the characters depicted here without the author’s permission. forbidden-sunlight, 2024

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November Prompts Day 4: Rainy

Whitney (they/them); Reader (you/your); attempted sexual assault; soft Whtieny ><”

Words: 406

Sprinting through the alleyway, you don’t dare look back. You don’t have to. You know they’re still following you, two boys you’d seen around school. They’ve been following you for days now, waiting for the chance to grab you. You should have known better than to brush it off as a coincidence that you kept seeing them. 

Rain wets your skin as you run, chilling you to the bone as you skid around the corner, nearly losing your footing. One of them does lose their footing if the loud thud and following curses are any indication. 

Still, you don’t slow down, don’t look back. Not when your end goal is in sight.

The park.

The moment you set foot past the gates, you know you’re safe. Or, safer, at least. You don’t have to think, your feet carrying automatically, the path known by heart. You all but collide into Whitney, arms wrapping around the surprised bully’s waist, pressing your face into their chest.

“The fuck are you-?”

They cut themself off as they see the two boys sprint into the park, looking around wildly. Looking for you.

“Please,” you mumble, pressing harder against Whitney. You’re not even really sure what you’re asking for from the bully. They never shied away from whoring you out before, what would make this time any different? Still, you look up at Whitney through your lashes. Confusion clear in their eyes, pink dusting their cheeks, you ask again, unable to speak above a whisper as you plead, “Please.”

Something shifts in Whitney, a hard look in their eye as they push you behind them.

“Oi!” 

The pair freeze. They apparently hadn’t seen Whitney, obscured by their umbrella. They couldn’t say the same now, though, as the bully stares them down.

“You two trying to fuck with my property?”

“N-No, we-”

“Yeah? I think you’re lying. And I think you should leave. Now.”

The boys don’t hesitate, turning tail and scurrying off.

“Thank you,” you sigh, leaning against Whitney’s back, arms lazily wrapping around their middle. Their only response is a grunt, ducking their head in a way that you’re sure was to hide the blush spreading across their face. It doesn’t work. You let your hands drift, dipping under their waistband. “Let me show you how thankful I am.”

Whitney twists in your arms, hands coming up to press down on your shoulders. 

You drop to your knees with a laugh.

[secondgenerationnerd]

In omega squad, were they in a relationship before becoming the couples we know now?

Ooo

So for Jon and Mar’i, no. They started dating at 14 and were each others firsts for almost everything (except Jon’s first kiss, that was technically Milagro during spin the bottle). People said they had a 2% chance of making it. They liked those odds

I think Damian went on dates, but didn’t have the bandwidth for a full relationship. Same with Lian, who dated a few guys and girls before Jai.

Colin dated two girls and a guy before he and Milagro got together

Milagro dated a future frat bro the year before her and Colin started dating (and lost her virginity to him). Her girl friends were horrified hearing about her experience (it was consensual, it was just really really bad)

The twins had very very shit luck with pervious relationships. TW for mentions of cheating, emotional abuse, and attempted SA

Jai dated two girls before Lian—Ava and Cassidy—who both cheated on him. Both girls blamed HIM for not being “what they need” which really fucked him up mentally. He already struggles with feeling like a redundant part of the team/in life’, so to hear he wasn’t enough for two people he really cared about broke his heart. It’s why Lian is so vocal with how much she loves him and how amazing he is.

Irey dated a guy, Isaac, who started off pretty great, but as time went on he started commenting on how much she ate, what she wore, how she was “showing off” when she did anything remotely cool, how other girls are better, etc. Irey knows she should have seen the signs, blames her self for a lot of it, but she was 15. The night they broke up, he tried to r*pe her. She only got away because she vibrated through the bed in her panic. She struggles with being held by her wrists for a very very long time (it happened during an inter-team training day and someone got their nose broken)

[xclowniex]

YOUVE HAD SOMEONE TRY TO KILL YOU??????????????

Haha yeah. It happened back in 2021 and was unrelated to me being jewish.

Below the cut if you wanna hear about it. Tw attempted murder

I went on a date with this dude. He picked me up. At the end of it we were at this view point. It wasn't super far from my house so I could literally have ran home in 3 minutes.

He wanted to have sex but I didn't. Our date wasn't enjoyable and I wasn't attracted to him once we met in person.

He wanted to have sex at this viewpoint with others also there. I did not want to have sex in a public place with people around who could see as well.

I felt pressured to do something so I made out with him.

He then got violent, slapping me and choking me. I tried to get him to stop but he wouldn't.

I was almost out of air before I managed to get out of his grasp, fake like I got a text and got him to take me home as "my parents were wanting me home now"

I fully believe that if I didn't get out of his grasp, that he would have killed me and raped my dead body.

I only had his first name and didn't grab his license plate or anything so I couldn't even report him to the police.

But hey, I'm alive so that's all that matters. And this is just one of the many traumatic things that have happened to me which is why I say that threats in my inbox don't affect me negatively as it literally is not worse than that and other stuff I've experienced.

[eclecticbutterfly44]

We just told our therapist that our abusive ex tried to rape us.

And she fucking LAUGHED.

She fucking laughed that a victim of numerous s#xual assaults almost got FUCKING RAPED.

She fucking laughed that a victim of numerous s#xual assaults was being s#xually harassed for over 2 HOURS after the attempted rape.

She fucking laughed at attempted rape.

- Demonia

[maid0evil]

Berserk oc Ashe Headcannons:

Pre-Eclipse:

-Was fairly a bit more quiet about how she’d personally feel on something

-was more open than her brother was when it came to advising others and adding on to plans and such

-had a growing crush on Griffith due to them bonding over similar interests in books, star gazing, and etiquette in manners and such. Not to mention Griffith’s trust in her of apothecary skills and telling her of the plan at the ball (she was the one who made the switch out poison for him) touched her greatly that she was nearly as trusted as Guts and Casca were

- she kept her mouth shut on those feelings though because she saw how Griffith was courting Charlotte. Not to mention not wanting to possibly irk Casca or even Guts...just thought it better to keep quiet on it

-she had a dislike of Casca for a good while due to the woman’s treatment of Guts. This resulted in a near violent confrontation between the two women one day when Ashe heard Casca call Guts a mad dog and snidely commented “Better to be a mad dog than a lap dog, Casca.” 

-Strangely, and perhaps it was because Ashe always kept quiet on her feelings, Casca never fully realized until Ashe snapped at her like that, that Ashe had harsh resentment and anger about her treatment of Guts. It took until after Guts and Casca’s own moment after bonding over the waterfall and Guts earning his 100 slayer nickname for Casca to fully and rightly apologize to Ashe about her treatment toward Guts, something which Ashe (sensing Casca meant it) accepted and just said to not let happen anymore. 

-Ashe got along fairly well with the other band members of the hawk, seeing them as brothers. Only one she had some annoyance with was Corkus, but even then she (like Guts) ignored him most of the time

-Despite the armor she’d wear, Ashe wore and dressed feminine since her work was not really battle involved. Due to this, some men in the Band affectionately called her ‘Little Sis’, even if some may have been younger than her. Casca told her the nickname was meant to be affectionate and not insulting, so Ashe didn’t mind it

-Ashe did develop a small friendship with Princess Charlotte. Due to Ashe being the second female member but the most...shown to be woman member, Charlotte would sometimes follow her around and ask her questions. A lot of them relating to Griffith, but some asking about her or her likes and what the band was like. Ashe being more than happy to answer them

- During the Rescue Griffith Arc, Ashe applied a lot of espionage skills within, getting information on the streets, towns, and castles and learning on where exactly Griffith was held, where soldiers were strongest and weakest, and other such. It was her who got in contact with Charlotte to ask for assistance in rescuing Griffith. In thanks for rescuing Griffith, Charlotte offered Ashe a small dagger that supposedly was King Gaiseric’s, a relic said to fend off all and any evil (this will be important for later)

-Like Juedau, Ashe noticed..a lot of signs Griffith’s mind was no longer the same, and in a darker place. She saw how he had attempted (even in his state) to strangle Guts (even if her brother didn’t see it), saw his angry jealous eyes on Guts and Casca, and noticed his...angered dismay at him no longer being able to move. And this was before Wyald fucked up more shit, mind you.

-Due to Griffith’s state of mind, Ashe thought it would be best if both Guts and Casca left then, not wanting them to be burdened, or to see Griffith’s true colors at his lowest possibly...she and a few others would look after him. Unfortunately Griffith heard and tried to run away in despair at losing two of his possible friends/trusted people, triggering the Eclipse....

During the Eclipse: 

- Ashe was freaking out to say the least before Casca calmed everyone down. 

-When the hand pillar went up, she tried to reach it to get to Guts and Griffith, only for Pippin and Gaston to pull her away

-her branded mark is on her back on her upper left, symbolizing the phrase ‘back stabbed’

- thanks to the dagger given to her by Charlotte, she was able to defend herself when the Apostles tried to eat and ravish her

-Due to their latter action, Ashe grew worried for Casca and started to try and look for her, seeing Casca then....being hung upside and such with demons...yeah, you get it. It was that scene before the other scene that happens...

-Ashe, now in a berserk like fury, began craving away at demons trying to get to Casca and could very much hear Guts doing the same thing from the other side

-Ashe was able to cut the apostle holding Casca and tried covering her in her own torn cloak when she heard Guts scream...seeing her brother and his arm being held in a demon mouth...just as Griffith, or now the newly named Femto awoke

-Femto tried to take Casca away from Ashe in order to commit his first and most infamous act against Guts..but Ashe, now acting on adrenliene, fear, and anger, kept moving and dodging away from both Femto and demons, until Femto tired of it and tried using leviation and telekneisis to make Ashe let go of Casca, freezing Ashe in place so she wouldn’t move

-Ashe, seeing Casca out of her safety and seeing what Griffi-no, Femto was trying to do then, grabbed her knife, and summoned as much willpower as possible to stab herself in the thigh, making her feel pain and able to move...an action that shocked some of the demons, Femto, and Guts (who had freed himself by cutting his arm off and was now pinned to the floor by other demons) 

-meantime the Godhand had been watching this and doing some commentary; Slan noticing love, hatred, betrayal, and anger amongst the pleasure and pain, Void recongizing the knife in Ashe’s hands (it’s specutlated Skull Knight is Gaisiric and that he was the priest Gaisric imprisoned), Ubik commenting on the persistance of humanity, while Conrad watches in amused silence

-Now being able to move, Ashe made a dash forward, trying to stab at Casca’s bonds...but instead her dagger is able to plunge into Femto’s stomach, and Ashe, sensing a chance, twists the dagger and cuts across, making the newest Godhand member bleed

-This act earns indignant roars from the apostles, a weak but triumph laugh from her twin brother, and Casca being released and falling down to the floor since Femto is now affected by the dagger’s pain

-Ashe, seeing Casca safe goes to try and pick her up again before fainting to the floor, having used up a lot of energy and the blood loss was beginning to get to her

-At this, both Guts and Casca panic for different reasons; Casca believing Ashe died in front of her (the woman fell and was two inches away not moving, it’s a reasonable thought), and Guts panicking due to seeing a very angry, spiteful look in Femto’s eyes as he glared down at Ashe...and realizing he could hurt both her and Casca now....

-Annnnnd luckily at the point Skull Knight rescues the three of them

Post Eclipse:

- Ashe is a bit more jaded and mistrustful around strangers to say the least

-however she is far more blunt and honest with her emotions the first time around. 

- she is very protective of Guts and Casca as well, and later on their son when he’s born (since this AU Ashe prevented the assault on Casca, nothing bad happens in that way to him, though he still has a lot of spiritual powers)

- Casca still has a lot of traces of not always being there at the moment, so Ashe and Guts help her out there

-Ashe also tries to help Guts work out his own trauma with what happened, be it doing some sparring or just talking to him

-Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but it’s a progress

-Ashe doesn’t really want to talk too much on her own trauma...Guts and Casca got it worse, so why add to their burden...it didn’t feel right

-Casca later points this out though; her trauma is just as valid as hers and Guts, and she should talk about it

-It takes awhile longer while the three are traveling (mostly to try and find a safe place rather than revenge like the normal AU) for Ashe to start opening about it, espiecally since she sometimes gets terrfiying nightmares of the cold blue eyes on her when she fell like that...eyes she once saw warmth in, now gone...

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So, this is about all I have right now for my Berserk AU with my Oc Ashe and boy...this was a lot longer than I thought. I hope you guys enjoy~

[timesnewreader]

I don’t read a lot of stuff rated T or High School AUs anymore because I’m 23 and I’m a heathen, but this one has got me hooked. It’s really fun story, and I actually like that Aemond is a bit of an asshole for a while, like true to his character and he has an arc which I like. It’s very sweet and is leaning towards fixit now which is also fun👍👍 (Tw there is an attempted assault in Chapter 2)

[the-writers-are-not-ok]

Haunting Touch

Ghost of your touch

Akin to shattered glass

It’s agony remembering.

Agony to dream

Feel safe

Drift off

Only to have

Your hands on my body

And how I feel everything

That smirk staring back at me

That laugh

Know I’m powerless

Once again

Because your ‘The golden boy’

I am just me

Everyone loved you

Oh now they see

“It shouldn’t affect me”

“It wasn’t that bad”

Wasn't as bad

it could’ve been

But I trusted you

And like my heart

I gave

You broke it

Every comment

Stare Text

Each one another knife to bear

I could handle it

I was strong

But I was only a kid

And you broke me in the end with your

“h a r m l e s s g r a b”

I didn’t deserve that

I am through defending you

Pretending

Convincing myself

“It’s okay”

Your words are poison

Your touch like barbs

Buried beneath my skin

You left them behind

Left me

Lick my wounds

Fix myself

While you forgot

You got to move on

I got lumped with the memories

And you claim to change

That you were sorry

You loved me

But it’s too little too late

Especially when

It’s clear to ,me

You cannot change

Cannot love

Nor feel any shame

You move on

I stay behind

And you go get yourself

A n o t h e r

V I c t I m

[liz-allyn]

Can you do all the even-numbered asks for 1 missed call? Thank you lovebug! 🌻💛

Thank you love! Responding to this post, for my fic 1 missed call - here ya go!

(this fic deals with heavy topics, so read the warnings and my responses are under the cut)

2: What scene did you first put down?

When we meet Reader at the club, starting with the "it was late" line.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

There actually isn't a ton of dialogue, and my true favorites are all the trope-y hurt/comfort stuff that I burn for. If I had to pick a more poignant line, I'd say it's "You fought back. You were fighting when I got there.” I think it's a very in-character response from a guilt-ridden hero type like Peter.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

I had a strong visceral connection to the violent scenes. I had a really clear vision of the fight scene in the alley, and how it would end, the passion of which I felt came out of a part of me. The anger that Peter feels, I felt that anger, and it's a really beautiful thing to be able to read about your comfort character doing the thing you need someone to do. I also felt strongly, and sort of proud, about the image I wanted to paint of the would-be attacker hanging upside down. It's a disturbing and "violent" image without really describing any gore.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

YES. It did. (tw-drugging) A few years ago, I was bar hopping with friends, and ended up in a very similar situation as Reader. I was in line at the bar to get a drink and shots started getting passed down the line. A girl next to me was like, "Eh - i don't want this, you can have it." And in my head I was thinking "Oh, cool, free drink. I don't have to stand in line anymore." Even though that was technically my third drink of the night (spread out over a few hours), within 30 minutes I was so drunk the bouncer would not let me into the next bar. Luckily, my friends were with me and I went home in a cab, but I don't remember anything after saying my address. My sister was at home and got me into bed, and the next morning she was like "wtf?" I'm pretty certain that I was drugged because that's the sort of thing that was notorious that neighborhood, and to this day I've never blacked out like that. The situation could've gone down so much worse, and I'm so extremely fortunate that I ended up at home unharmed, but I remember thinking all of the things that Reader says the next morning. The biggest one was feeling stupid— if any guy had handed me a drink, or had even offered to get me a drink, I would've been more cautious. But because it was a woman, I put myself in a dangerous situation. (Also I worry about that woman too, if indeed the drink was always intended to go to her.)

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Because it's Peter, y'know.

12: What do you like least about this fic?

Getting the dialogue of the argument between Peter and Reader was tricky, and it still feels meh.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

So at the heart of this story, it's a PSA. I grew up and went to college in a sheltered childhood in a dry town, so when I left home and moved to a bigger city, I got a crash course in things girls would normally learn in big college towns (sadly). I'm very much for women being brave and independent—I don't believe that if you go out drinking bad things will happen to you, and I sort of resent that "scared straight" mentality and control of women that was common where I grew up. But also, the fact is bad things can happen, to anyone, sometimes when you least expect them and when you think you've done your part to protect yourself. So not only should we be prepared, but also give ourselves grace and forgiveness. Peter's line — "It doesn’t matter where you were, or who you were with, or what you were doing or wearing. You didn’t do anything to be ashamed of" — is the biggest takeaway I wanted to share with anyone reading who went through something similar.

[angrelysimpping]

October Prompts Day 31: Trick-or-Treat

GN Wren (they/them); GN Reader (you/your); attempted sexual assault by a male police officer; mentioned blackmail; implied past noncon; violence 

Words: 886

You nearly scream as the window to your room slides open. Even though you knew Wren said they'd be stopping by to see you, you hadn't expected the smuggler to come climbing in through the window. 

It's almost worse that they're wearing a police uniform. 

"Hey, sweetness, lovely meeting you here."

You roll your eyes, fighting the urge to throw something at the smuggler, lest they fall out the window. 

Wren gives you a rakish smile, seemingly amused by your reaction. Once they properly get into your room, Wren eyes you, blatantly checking out the costume you managed to scrape together. Your face grows warm as their eyes linger, but you don't bother trying to cover yourself. Wren's seen you in less, anyway. 

"Mummy, creative."

"Piss off, it's all I can afford since someone keeps stealing my clothes."

"Aw," Wren coos, "someone still mad about losing their monster hoodie? You knew the rules of the game, sweets, and you weren't complaining then if I do recall correctly."

This time, you do chuck something at Wren, a small, soft teddy bear that you’d bought on a whim. The smuggler catches it with a laugh. 

“Don’t be like that,” Wren says, all but purring as they grin at you, “or I might have to lock you up and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Their hand drifts down to their belt, hovering over a pair of very real-looking handcuffs. 

A soft knock at your door saves you from having to deal with more of Wren���s shenanigans. 

The night goes surprisingly smooth. That is, after you assure Robin that everything is fine when you walk out of your room with a person dressed as a police officer that they've never seen before. You'd been wary about Wren joining you and Robin in taking the younger orphans trick or treating, but they behave themself. You actually find yourself thankful that the smuggler tagged along, showing your group little shortcuts and pointing out the houses that gave the best candy.

“Evening.”

A chill goes down your spine at the voice. A police officer. An actual police officer. One you’ve had to deal with before. And he’s looking right at you, a small, smug smirk on his face as he heads straight to where you are waiting on the sidewalk for the last of your group to finish up at the house. It’s the last one of the night, too, and you’d almost been lucky enough to not…what? What would this corrupt piece of shit have you do now? No permits were needed to trick or treating, no tulips were being ripped from their beds, and no uppity tourists with missing watches or rings. What could he possibly try to blackmail you with this time?

Not that it mattered, really. You’d still do whatever he demanded of you if it meant keeping the others safe. It’s a fate you’ve resigned yourself to. One he must recognize in the way you fold in on yourself a little but do nothing to get away from him as he picks up his pace.

His hand lands on your shoulder, harder than necessary and making you flinch. “Let’s go somewhere private.” You shudder, the scent of alcohol heavy on his breath.

You don’t hear Robin calling out your name as the officer leads you away from the group. You can barely hear the things he’s going to do to you muttered under his breath as he gets you further and further away from your friends, your heart pounding in your ears. 

You half expect him to bring you to his police car and lay you in the back seat, but he doesn’t. Instead, he shoves you into an alley and presses you against the cold wall.

You screw your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever comes next.

The crack of a baton meeting something solid makes your eyes snap back open.

The man lays on the ground, knocked out, a wildly grinning Wren standing over him, twirling a baton between their fingers. “Man, these things pack way more of a punch than I remember.” 

You exhale shakily, grabbing Wren’s attention as they look up from the officer. Their grin drops. “Hey, darlin’, you okay?”

You nod but there’s something in Wren’s voice, the soft look in their eye, that makes your resolve crumble, a few tears striking down your cheeks. You swipe at them hastily, giving Wren a shaky grin. “Yeah…yeah, I’m good.”

Wren studies you for a moment before nodding, “‘Course you are. That’s why we’re going out for drinks.” 

You try to object but Wren’s already got an arm around you, the warmth of their body and familiar scent comforting. Safe. Even though you didn’t fully trust Wren, you found them safe. You find yourself tongue-tied as you fight off a wave of tears. “The others-,” you finally manage to splutter out, “I need to take them b-back, and I don’t have- I can’t-”

“Sent the kiddies back to the orphanage all safe and it’ll be my treat. Besides, Landry owes me. You know Landry, right? Lil’ thief like you should. We’ll take care of ya, don’t you worry your pretty little head, got it?”

Wren gives you a firm squeeze, and you can’t help a watery giggle, agreeing as Wren pulls you along.

[harveywritings92]

[Slasher! Au: Ghost jams his hunting knife into the tree trunk next to R/n’s head, He kisses her roughly as his body keeps her small frame pinned up against the tree as her legs wrap around his waist.] 

Ghost, pulls away from her: It’s okay now, love.

[The tortured screams of fear and agony can be heard all around them as König takes his time slaughtering the men that dared put their filthy hands on their Bunny.]

Ghost: They won’t hurt you or anyone like that again...

[worst-mother-throwdown]

BRACKET 1

Round 3

TW: child abuse, emotional abuse, mass murder, manipulation, attempted murder, drowning, sexual abuse, rape

Titania propaganda

Cordelia propaganda

[wildly-empty]

holy shit do NOT read or listen to “borrasca” if you haven’t had a TW attached to the start. It was an interesting story at first until I realized the twist before I actually read it, yet I kept reading until I saw where it was headed. The ooh spooky ooh so scary twist at the end is frankly disgusting, and is the worst form of shock value. This is the type of shit in that gross “playground” book that was popular a while back. Abuse and assault CAN be in horror and CAN be written well but “borrasca” is not it. Pointless and nauseating 0/10

[elysianholly]

The First

So I’m in Season 3 of my Buffy rewatch and just passed Amends, and holy cow, is this ever an informative episode.

We have the first appearance of The First, who will go dormant again for four years until emerging as the Big Bad in Season 7. The entire conceit of this episode is The First understands Angel’s desires and weaknesses and tries to manipulate those to its own end.

And what is Angel’s desire? Buffy, obviously.

The First knows Angel has the capacity to hurt Buffy. He's done so already, after all. More than anyone else has at this point in the series.

And in fairness to Angel—he is trying very hard in this episode. He’s being tormented by visions of his victims, most prominently the visage of Jenny Calendar. These visions weaken him to the point where he shows up in Buffy’s room specifically to tell her to “stay away from him.” But he can’t stay away from her—even Buffy points out that he’s not making any sense.

And there is Jenny Calendar in the background, saying:

“She wants you to touch her. What are you waiting for?” “She wants you to taste her. Think of the peace. You'll never have to see us again.”

Essentially making the “she was asking for it” case to goad Angel into SAing Buffy. This wouldn’t be nearly as telling on its own, without Angel’s admission at the end of the episode:

Angel: It told me to kill you. You were in the dream. You know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster again. Buffy: I know what it told you. What does it matter? Angel: Because I wanted to! Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you, and I know it'll cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn't care.

Now, it’s important to acknowledge that despite this desire, Angel did not give in. He did not SA Buffy. He did not try to touch her. He chose death instead. It is equally important, however, to acknowledge that the reason he was so tormented in this episode is because The First was appealing to an existing desire that he was trying to suppress, specifically the knowledge that:

He could do this

He has done this

Some part of him still wants to do this

The “Because I wanted to” admission is everything. Without it, The First has no hold on Angel. Remove the Buffy of it all and The First could taunt him with victims past, sure, but its goal was very specific: get Angel to go bad. And failing that, get Angel to remove himself from the equation. I’m sure it would have also accepted “get Angel to violate Buffy and spiral even further” because, as we see at the end, the Powers need him to believe in himself. The best way to get Angel to not believe in himself is to make him responsible for harming Buffy.

Anyway, skip ahead. Like four years ahead.

We have almost the exact same situation. Spike is newly souled and tormented by both his past victims and especially what he did to Buffy. We have The First now appearing AS BUFFY to Spike, Spike incapable of discerning what’s real and what’s not, and confirmation that The First definitely has plans for him. Plans that will position him in opposition to Buffy, weaken her, and essentially kill any chance that she will do exactly what she ends up doing.

It’s also important to note that Spike is much less mentally sound than Angel was when The First starts fucking with him.

So what does The First do? It brainwashes him. It notably does not try to convince Spike that Buffy “wants him to touch her.” It does not play on an existing desire to cause Buffy harm. It does not attempt to appeal to the part of Spike that assaulted Buffy in the bathroom the way it appealed to the part of Angel that spent years happily assaulting women before he was cursed.

And this is important because if that desire existed, there would be literally no reason for The First not to use it. Are we expected to believe The First evolved in the years since it attempted to goad Angel into attacking Buffy because “she was asking for it?" That orchestrating another assault wouldn’t further isolate Spike, if not drive him to do what Angel nearly did and remove himself from the equation entirely? We know from later in the season that The First is fine with Spike killing himself. Hell, we're shown that if The First can't use Spike, it wants him dead and is willing to manipulate others to see that realized.

But The First literally had to brainwash Spike to get him to do anything it wants, and the second it unleashes him on Buffy, he snaps out of it. She brings him back to the light. She says she'll help him.

And The First is noticeably pissed off. This was not what it wanted. Spike under Buffy's care was dangerous to its goal.

So why didn’t it try to manipulate Spike into assaulting Buffy again? Make sure she'd never invite him back inside her home? Why didn't it appeal to his worst urges the way it did Angel?

Angel: Because I wanted to!

Like I said, Amends is an informative episode. It shows us how The First operates (doubled down in S7 with its manipulation of Robin Wood). Even more, how The First interacts with Angel compared to how it interacts with Spike tells us a lot about who these characters are as men, as vampires, and specifically men who have hurt Buffy.