Jerome Valeska Imagines⛓️

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Word Count: 559
Genre: Action?
Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Female Reader
Warnings: Fighting, curse words, blood mention, abuse mention.
A/N: This was so fun and hard to write because of the ending!!
Prompt: YN fights Lila after her beating Jerome till he was bloody.

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Jerome took another punch from his mother as she blamed him for Jeremiah leaving. Lila referred to Jeremiah as the only son she ever loved. For a woman her size and being completely wasted, she threw some hard punches. Blood was everywhere on Jerome. Next thing he knew, he was on the ground being kicked as she screamed at him.

Just then, there was a knock on the trailer door. Lila wiped her knuckles off on a towel and swung the door open, forcing the person on the other side to fall back on their ass. Lila's drunken eyes met with (Y/N)'s sober ones. (Y/N) pushed herself up off the ground, dusting herself off and ignoring her slightly bleeding palms.

"Hi, Miss Valeska," (Y/N) forced a smile, venom lacing her lips, "Jerome here?"

Lila motioned to behind her, walking off just to mutter something about (Y/N) being a slut, "Nice seeing you too... Fucking bitch."

(Y/N)'s heart dropped as she saw Jerome on the ground, holding his stomach in pain, "Jerome?"

"Relax," Jerome managed to exhale weakly, both of his tears and his blood mixing on the floor. (Y/N) had forgotten what she did last time this happened. He wasn't this bad last time. She bit her lip hard, trying to clean him up with the towel she swiped off the counter.

"I'm so sorry, Jerome," (Y/N) whispered, "Fuck, I should have come sooner."

"It happens all the time," Jerome muttered, bruises and cuts littering his pale skin.

(Y/N) got up and practically stormed out the trailer when he told her that, finding Lila getting more alcohol. She spun Lila to meet face to face with her. (Y/N) glanced around for a split second to see who was around before slapping Lila across the face. The slap left a red hand mark and a scratch from (Y/N)'s nails on Lila's left cheek. (Y/N) let Lila breathe before she spoke with venom drenching her words.

"Fight me, bitch. Come on! Hit me! You have no problem with beating your own fucking kid!"

Lila knocked (Y/N) back for a second. (Y/N) could taste blood and just laughed maniacally. Lila's fist punched her clean in the mouth. She taunted her more, begging for more hits. Jerome grabbed (Y/N)'s shoulder and tried dragging her away, but she fought his grip harder. His mother had a few cuts and maybe would have some bruises from her, but (Y/N) couldn't bring herself to hurt her while Jerome was watching. Not yet. Even if the old "bitch" deserved every bit of the pain.

"You won't touch another hair on his fucking head, do you understand?" (Y/N) hissed, "I swear to god, you'll get what's coming to you."

The second Lila laughed, (Y/N) sent a punch to the middle of her face. Blood poured from the old woman's nose as Jerome finally got (Y/N) away. She struggled at first, wanting to hurt Lila more. He tossed her over his shoulder and went back to his trailer. Jerome pinned her to the couch, kissing her hard for a moment. Blood mixed in their kiss, but neither seemed to notice or care.

"Don't ever do that again," Jerome laid his forehead against hers, "I can take care of myself."

"I can't take it anymore," (Y/N) whispered sadly.

"Like you said, babydoll," Jerome whispered, "She'll get what's coming to her."