One shots based on roleplays

Duet - French (V)

A/N
Basically all the warnings, language, rape, paedophilia, incest ect. (Implied not described)

Lorraine smiled softly in her sleep, uninterrupted and calm. Her brother, Lovell, was leaned against her, also asleep, and she had her arm around him. Lying next to them was a spaniel, and she, too was fast asleep.
All was calm.
Hours later, the front door banged, making Lorraine wake up with a jolt.
"Lovell. Lovell!" She gently shook him awake. "Listen." Lorr whispered.
Though they couldn't see it from the room they were in, someone entered the house. They heard it though, heavy footsteps, and they heard the door slamming behind this someone. Lorr started to move towards the noise, to investigate, but her brother pulled her back.
"Don't leave me." Lovell almost whimpered.
"It's okay, I'm staying." Lorr sat down again, and put her arm back around her brother. "It'll be fine."
Lovell mumbled something intelligible, and his sister pulled him closer for both of their comfort. They both knew who was probably in the house, and were both praying for him to go upstairs and not see or hear them.
No such luck.
The someone came right into the room, and stared emotionlessly at his own children, who found each others hands and held on tightly. There was a fleeting moment of silence, where the teenagers held onto one another, and their father stared at them. He started to walk over to them, but they didn't move away. He reached his hand down to cup his daughter's face, and she squeezed Lovell's hand even harder, trying desperately not to move.
"My bitch." He crooned, and Lorr was almost shaking with fear, but she tried to maintain a brave face for Lovell, for the scared boy beside her whose hand she still clung to for support.
The father then shoved Lorraine roughly onto the floor away from Lovell, and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Separated from her brother, her hands gave in and started to shake visibly. Lorr went limp as she was picked up by her father, and he carried her upstairs, alone.

* * *

Lorraine never cried. That was her number one rule. Her golden rule that would never be broken. However, even when her father had left the house, leaving her exposed in his room, she felt the tears coming. It wasn't long after he left that her brother came in with her clothes. He helped her get dressed, and hugged her desperately when she was.
"I'm sorry." Lorr whispered, voice weak.
"What are you apologising for?"
"I..." Lorr shook her head, and hugged him back. "Pardon mon frére."
"Do not worry."
Lovell and Lorraine made their way downstairs slowly, and Lorr was quick to collapse onto the sofa, Lovell next to her.
"Are you okay?" Lovell asked after a minute of quiet contemplation.
"I am better now he is gone."
The two curled up together on the spotless sofa, and with a sense of security that was rare to find elsewhere, Lorr fell asleep. Lovell brushed the pale hair out of her face, and snuggled up with her. It wasn't long before he, too succumbed to sleep.
For they were together, and that meant they were safe.