Call of oneshots

Price x Abused! Reader

Your end, my beginning
Fem pronouns
ANGST to FLUFF
REQUESTED💪🕶 BY : @MystiqueViper
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Another hit and the pain spreads like a wildfire, but Y/N had gotten used to it. She works on task force 141, but deals with her own demon at home.

She can easily hide the outcome, everytime she was chucked down the stairs, punched, kicked or slapped. Play it off like there was some accidents in training.

John lowered his gaze, taking his cigar out of his mouth. Something seemed off about Y/N today in training, and its picked at his curiosity ever since.

I guess you could almost call them flirts.

Everytime he made a fancy remark, she had one back at him. No one could do that except for him.

And no one could do that except for her.

As of now, John and Y/N were walking alongside eachother, followed by a bothersome silence.

Price broke the silence by bringing up the earlier incident.

"Y/N, somethings not right today." He started.

"Rig-right? What was wrong? Did i forget something? Oh, no, did i do something wrong?" She muttered the last sentence, feelung her instincts kick in. Starting to cloud her own judgement, rethinking everything down to when she woke up.

What could she have possibly done wrong?

"Y/N? Hello? Earth to Y/N?" Price clicked his fingers just about eye level to her.

"..oh sorry, i was lost in thought." She attempted to brush it off.

"Who." He simply stated.

"Who-? Who what..?" Y/N answered rather quickly, trying not to falter. She even looked him in the eyes, rather forcefully.

"You cant fool me, Y/N. Is someone doing something to you?"

Her lips pursed, in a quick attempt to recuperate, she drew the conclusion. Before Y/N spoke another line, Price had already opened his mouth to say something.

"He. Hes abusing you, isnt he?"

The words echoed rather dauntingly, it almost reminded her of..the abusive "boyfriend".

Their little walk had halted unexpectedly, as Price asked the question again, which all Y/N could muster out was a nod.

Looking down, Y/N explained everything through tears, and sweat. The ex that broke into her home, that threatened her, and then started to abuse her. He muttered kind words, knowing if he makes a move now, it may not end the best way for their relationship.

Now on the floor, in her Captains arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Price openly hugged her, making a vow to himself.

Someone has to die.

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Heavy breathing emitted from the closet, john tried his best to keep it down, but in all honesty, he was ready. Out of control even. Nothings holding him back when he sees that motherfuckers face. His pent up anger was ready, caged, and waiting to pounce. He was in Y/Ns closet.

Ready at his side, his trusted steed, an X16. Now what more needs to be said?

"I-I was-!" Y/Ns voice trembled, as Price peeked through the small opening in the closet door frame. His senses screamed at him to jump out now, but he was only going to when there was some sort of conflict. "You were walking home with your sweet, loving, caring captain huh?" Another voice boomed, mocking both himself and her.

"No! Its not like that!"

"Just admit to your boyfriend you love him." He started to speak highly of himself.

Y/Ns eyes looked down, averting the abusers eyes. With one tiny voice, she admitted her feelings for him.

John felt like his world was...crumbling? But it was meerly just beginning to come together. She had admitted it. She loved him. And he loved her too, but right now wasnt the best time. He was snapped out of his thoughs by Y/N screaming "No!" Over and over. Without thinking, he immediately pounced out of the closet and grabbed the man by his flimsy hair.

"Olright, you snob-head," he took action quickly to bang the mans head on the edge of the beside table. His eyes closed om instinct, but he somehow regained his composure rather quickly. His first move would he his last, with him ending up with lead in his stomach.

Price wiped off the blood splatters that managed to get on his face, looking over to a shaking Y/N in the corner. He quickly walked over, kneeling down.

"Luv, its all gonna be okay, hes gone, he wont wake up, your days of terror are over." his forehead nudged hers ever so slightly, touching noses.

"Lets get you out of here, and into the facility, where you wont need this place of horrors anymore."

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Its been a month, living in Johns quarters. Apparently, theres no more inhabitable rooms for Y/N to stay in so she was given the option to move in with price. At first, she questioned it, but knowing her captain wasnt a bad man like her ex, she trusted him openly and moved in. He even allowed her to call him by his actual name, and not 'captain'.

Price came out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom where Y/N was sitting up, yet clearly exhausted.

"J-John, you are wearing JUST PANTS!"

"SORRY, I FORGOT AGAIN." he jumped, going back into the bathroom. Y/N giggled to herself, remembering him telling himself auidibly he wouldnt sleep without a shirt as long as she was here. It also doesnt help that they share a bed.

On the first night, he insisted he slept on the floor or couch, and she wasnt having any of it. they made a blanket wall to seperate eachother that night but ended up waking up while cuddling. Needless to say, they couldnt look at eachother that day.

"Olright, im back." He sighed.

"John, cmere." She patted the empty space beside her.

As soon as he laid down, she snuggled up to him, and fell asleep on his chest. And without a retort, he allowed it.

He sighed contently, pulling the covers above them both, falling asleep aswell.

Someones end just marked their beginning.