Too Much (Dirk x Reader)

Chapter 1

    You stared at the rope you had tied to your ceiling. You had a black-blue eye, a bleeding lip, and an almost broken nose from your "uncle's" last fit of rage. You had finally lost the war within yourself. The rope swayed lightly back and fourth in front of you, coaxing you to place it around your neck. Slowly, you climbed up on the chair, and positioned yourself. "I offer my soul up to any god who can find it," you whispered to yourself. And with that, you kicked the chair with your heel, but not before you heard someone open your door and yell your name.

    You felt the rope tighten around your windpipe, seeing a bright light, hearing only faint ringing and distant voices. Death was nearly in your grasp-

    And then you felt the rope loosen as you fell to the floor, coughing. You tilted your view towards the ceiling. The rope had been cut, a section of it still around your neck. You looked over to the person who was responsible.

    It was none other than Dirk. He clutched his katana tightly in his trembling fists, his knuckles white. Then, he dropped his sword. As it clattered to the ground, he made his way towards you. He knelt down to your position on the ground and then proceeded to wrap you in a tight embrace.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, (y/n)?" he said quietly, with a shaking voice as tears started to form in his eyes.
    He continued to hug you tighter, if possible, and you began to let tears drip down your swollen cheeks.

    You told him everything. You told him about the loss of your parents. You told him about your "uncle", and the abuse you suffered. You talked about the fear and grief you had kept locked up inside of you, and you began to sob even harder.

    After pouring out your soul to Dirk, you sat in his lap, neither of you saying a word, but him rubbing circles on your back like he always did. You began to feel the exhaustion from the previous events catch up with you. You yawned, breaking the silence.
"Hey Dirk?" you said sleepily.
"Yes, (y/n)?" he responded.
     It felt good to be leaning against him. His warmth was more comforting that a fire in the middle of a winter storm, and the gentle touch of his fingers felt like feathers lightly dancing along your back.
"Why were you avoiding me?" you asked, sleep quickly creeping up on you.
    He chuckled quietly.
"I'll tell you when you wake up," he whispered with a smile.
    And with that, you felt yourself drift into a peaceful sleep, still in Dirk's embrace.