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"Your worst demon... Is you"

Name - Nina 'lusion

Age - 10 Spirit years, Or 15 Human ones, but looks like she's 5

Species - Human

Magic Type - Familiar

Parents - Nancy Dia, Hizaga Grinstead

~~Trigger Warning for the Backstory, because of the Abuse and Sexual mentions~~

Backstory - Nina was born to a Rich Family, But Her mother was sold to the man she called father. He was waiting for Nina to become 5 to do to her what he does to her mother... He told het it was a game... she hated this "game"...After 5 years of that "game", her soul became cracked. Her Mother was sold because Of her Soul being able to do Magic, Spiritual Magic. Her Mother Had the ability to Summon an Eagle that looked as if made of Flowers and Stone. Her Mother Drew her power from Nature. Once she was 7 her mother saw that Nina's soul that the same magic as she did so she decided to teach her how to summon a familiar whenever Her "Father" wasn't home. Another year passed and She was 8. Nina learned how to draw power from the moonlight and summoned a Small Cat, but this Cat seemed to be made of the dark of night and stars. Another year of abuse and Maltreatment passed until Nancy decided it was enough. Nina, now 9 was wrapped in a blanket by her mother amd hidden. Once Hizaga was back and saw her "missing", he attempted to get her location from Nancy. But as he did that, Nancy's Familiar Got Nina out of there. Once she was safe the bird ended up bursting into flowers... which meant that the person holding the familiar together is no longer in this world, But that traumatic experience caused Nina's Mindset to stay of that of a 5 year old. She spent the rest of the week wandering around in a horrid part of town believing she was abandoned.

Dysphoria.

It's a hard thing to describe. You can't really explain it to people who don't experience gender dysphoria. And everyone is experiencing dysphoria in a different way. Some people can put in words how they feel, but I'm not sure if I can. Dysphoria is the worst kind of pain I've known. There are some days I don't feel so dysphoric about myself but the most time my dysphoria is really bad. Sometimes I break down because I can't handle the dysphoria attacks. It makes me want to rip my skin off. It makes me stay in bed all day because I just don't have enough energy to get up. It makes me feel like shit and that I never want to talk again because I can't handle my voice. It's the reason why I sometimes can't talk in class because I feel too dysphoric about my voice. It's the reason I sometimes can't wear what I want because I'm scared not to pass so I rather wear a baggy hoodie. On some days it makes me want to kill myself because it doesn't seem worth it. And there are people out there who think it's fun to be Transgender. They think it's all pride parades and adorable. But it's not. Being Trans is the reason why I can't do the things I wanted to do in the future. Being Trans is a pain in the ass and I have to struggle every day. Every day is a fight. And I don't need people to understand how I feel. I just need them to stop making fun of Trans people. Because it's already hard enough to be Trans. And I know I'm not the only one who has to struggle with all of this but sometimes I feel like I'm alone.

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || college!druig x college!selective mute!male reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || y/n who is selective mute, and the adopted son of Thena and Gilgamesh, moves away from home to start school at eternal university, what happens when he meets druig, the adopted son of his parents friend Ajax.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 || 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 ||

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1.4K+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || y/n and sprite get adopted, and y/n gets accepted into his dream school eternal university, where unbeknownst to him…. He’ll meet the love of his life.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || mentioned house fire, slight talks of trauma, anxiety

𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝘂 || college!druig x college! selective mute!male reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this story will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you would like to be tagged, feel free to ask. And all sign language will be in orange.

this story was inspired by @siempre-bucky ‘s fic called “your eyes…” i couldn’t get the idea of a druig college au out of my head, after I read it, it’s amazing and I suggest you read it.

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝘃

Gilgamesh and Thena had always wanted kids, unfortunately after trying for almost a year after their wedding, they both got zero results. After consulting with doctors they found out that Thena, was unable to conceive children of her own. The couple was obviously devastated but, they didn't give up they started looking for other options, along the way they remembered they're friend Ajax, and how she had adopted her children.

     Ajax had also always wanted children, but due to her late husband dying before they could, and her not being able to give her heart to another, she decided to adopt children. She had adopted five children phastos (the oldest,) sersi, kingo, makkari and druig (the youngest.) they hadn’t visited much, due to the fact that they’re schedules never lined up, it was a lot easier to see each other when Ajax’s children were younger, before they had activities of their own.

After a very emotional call, Thena and Gilgamesh found the adoption agency Ajax used, after a lot of talking they decided that they wanted to adopt an older child, Thena had done a lot of research and found, that older children don't always get adopted because everyone wants a new baby.

When Thena told Gilgamesh of this he was off the wall excited, not that older children weren't getting chosen but, that they were getting the process started. They both filled out all the applications, and background checks, before they knew it they were visiting with children.

The couple must have seen hundreds of children, well… that’s an exaggeration but it was a lot, they just didn’t feel the spark, that those were their children. Thena was beginning to lose hope, Gilgamesh was still trying to be strong and optimistic for them both, so he booked one last visitation.

They showed up early and began to speak to the man in charge, they then looked at some kids until they found one in the corner. A teenager who was sitting my himself, he didn’t look all that pleased to be there either, the couple made their way over to him only to be stopped by the man in charge.

“Oh, I should warn you both about that young man, y/n is his name he’s 13 and… he’s mute.” The man told the couple.

“Oh does he know sign language? Our friend has a daughter who’s deaf so, we learned sign awhile ago.” Gilgamesh asked the man.

“He does but he won’t try to, he has a sister she’s in our infant and toddler section, he refuses to be adopted without her.” The man replied.

“What happened to their parents?” Thena asked holding onto her husbands arm.

“There was a house fire, their parents didn’t make it, y/n has been mute since apparently he saw what happened, only really told the police and his therapist what happened.” The man explained.

The couple took one look at each other, almost as if they could read each other’s minds, before telling the man they would like to speak to the boy.

“Hello my name is Thena, this is my husband Gilgamesh, we’re interested in adopting you.” She signed.

“No thank you.” The boy signed back politely.

“Not even if we said we were interested, in both you and your little sister?” Gilgamesh signed with a soft smile, this statement clearly caught the boy’s attention, which made the couple smile at the look of hope on his face.

“Really?” Y/n asked, trying hard to keep his face neutral, but he couldn’t help being excited. No one had ever wanted both of them, they always wanted sprite because she was so young. Thankfully the centre they were housed in, didn’t feel it was right to separate the siblings.

“We’ve always wanted two kids, and I’m unable to have them myself, if you’ll let us we’d like to take you and your sister home today.” Thena spoke hopefully.

Y/n could help it, he smiled so big and bright it warmed the couples hearts, he nodded his head super hard before grabbing their hands, dragging them from the room to take them to the toddler centre, showing off his baby sister like she was a trophy, It was then that the couple realized, they couldn’t have made a better choice if they tried.

Growing up with Thena and Gilgamesh was a blessing, y/n and sprite couldn't have asked for better parents, the couple could remember the first time the toddler called them mama and daddy, they were overjoyed. It took a little longer for y/n to called them as such, not that they expected him to right away, they knew he still remembered his birth parents and didn't push, but on one gloomy day the rain pouring outside. Thena had been on her way home from work, sprite was colouring at the kitchen table, and Gilgamesh was cooking dinner.

      Y/n was so in tune with his phone he didn't even second guess his actions, he clapped his hands to get the mans attention, when Gilgamesh turned around he saw his son signing "dad whens dinner gonna be ready?" He asked, the question made Gilgamesh pause, looking over at the boy who was too invested in his phone, to truly realize what he had just called the man.

     A smile appeared on the mans face, before he told his son that dinner would be ready any minute, as soon as Thena got home Gilgamesh had pulled her aside, the kids eating at the table while he shared the news, Thena couldn't have been more excited for her partner.

From then on they were called mom and dad, the couple couldn't have been happier, they provided the best care for both children, making sure y/n got the best therapist for his trauma and anxiety, getting sprite into the best soccer team when she expressed her love for the sport, and the kids were truly grateful.

      Y/n loved his parents and always made sure they knew it, y/n went out of his way to do things with both of his parents, he went boxing with his warrior of a mother on the weekends at her gym, and whenever he could he’d cook with his dad often suggesting new recipes for them to try.

As the two children grew up they still continued to be close to their parents, they weren’t like other kids. Y/n and sprite felt comfortable enough to tell their parents any and everything, and they did. No matter how “tmi” the information might have been they told them, they were a very close family.

That closeness mixed with years of therapy, allowed y/n to finally feel comfortable enough to talk when he was 17, only to his family of course but that was a huge step, one that his family celebrated by his father making him a cake, and his mother getting him a ring, an anxiety ring to be specific, one which had the words “I am strong” engraved on the inside of it. The whole party and the gift had made y/n feel so loved, that he collapsed into his parents and sob tears of joy.

Last summer on a very humid day, the family had decided to stay inside, enjoying each other's company while watching movies, y/n got a notification on his phone, he would've ignored the notification had he not seen who it was from, eternal university.

       His shocked but also anxious face caught his sister's attention, "what's your problem spaze?" Sprite asked with a smirk.

      "Hey! Don't talk to your brother like that." Gilgamesh playfully told his daughter.

          "Honey what's wrong?" Thena asked moving to sit beside him.

        He turned his phone to show his mother, her face lit up at the notification. "Well what are you waiting for? Open it honey." She told him, not hiding her excitement.

       "Open what?" Sprite asked, both her and Gilgamesh moving to standing behind him, their facing also lighting up at the screen.

      "Go on, open it. No matter what it says, just know that we love you and we're proud of your regardless." Gilgamesh told his son, lightly squeezing his shoulders.

Y/n opened the email and began to read out loud, “we’re pleased to inform you that….” After seeing that his family started celebrating, y/n himself was in shock. Not because he was a bad student, or that he was dumb because he wasn’t, he just hadn’t dreamed that he would actually get into his dream school, it felt like this was an illusion and that any minute, he would look down and see that he had read the email wrong.

And just like that, his life had changed again, and he quickly realized that it meant he would be away from home, he couldn’t speak to people, and he wouldn’t know there. The once excitement and joy, quickly turned to fear and sadness.

𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 count || 4k+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || Hvitserk finds out why y/n has been acting so weird, and y/n meets ivar but not in the way she was hoping.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || domestic abuse, slight hints of ptsd, mentions/depictions of injuries, yelling, violence, and swearing.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern ivar x female reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this fanfic will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you want to be tagged, feel free to let me know.

additional 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || I am back! And am planning to finish this series, updates will probably be slow as I do work full time, but I will try as best I can to keep a consistent post schedule. I hope you enjoy the updated and edited version of part one!

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

Hvitserk was perched on his couch, bubbling with anticipation. It had been ages since he last laid eyes on his brother, Ivar, who rarely stepped out of his apartment unless absolutely necessary. Hvitserk recalled the time he asked about Ivar's seclusion, to which Ivar simply retorted, "Why bother wasting my time?"

Convincing Ivar to socialize or even visit family was a monumental task. Despite Ivar's love for his siblings, gatherings often led to conflict. Finally, Hvitserk had persuaded his brother to come over, assuring him it would be just the two of them to avoid any potential disputes.

As a knock echoed through the apartment, Hvitserk rose and excitedly made his way to the door. Opening it, he was taken aback by the sight of his clearly newly transformed brother standing before him.

"Has my dashingly good looks stunned you, brother?" Ivar quipped with a smirk.

"Oh, shut up! Your hair threw me off, that's all," Hvitserk chuckled, ushering him inside.

"So, what have you been up to?" Hvitserk inquired.

"Work's been the same, nothing new," Ivar responded, settling onto the couch and resting his crutches on the armrest.

After a few beers, the brothers fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. Hvitserk succeeded in getting Ivar to open up, the siblings sharing laughter and banter until Ivar broached the topic of Hvitserk's friends.

At the mention of his friends, Hvitserk's thoughts drifted. He had managed to keep thoughts of y/n at bay, focusing on his brother, but y/n's absence from class that week tugged at his mind.

Hvitserk hadn’t realized he has zoned out, until Ivar began snapping his fingers in his face.

  "Hey! You okay there bro? You spaced out for a good minute there." Ivar asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Actually, no. Not at all." Hvitserk replied, as he played with his fingers anxiously. 

Hvitserk's usual demeanor, full of humor and confidence, had rarely wavered. Witnessing him in such a distressed and serious state left Ivar feeling uneasy. Despite their occasional disagreements, his brothers were his pillars of strength, and the sight of Hvitserk in this vulnerable state stirred a sense of fear within Ivar, though he would never openly acknowledge it.

"Hvitty, what's going on?" He asked.

He watched as his brother took a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face before, he began explaining his predicament.

"You know my friend y/n right?" He asked his brother.

"I've never met her but, yes you and mom have told me about her. Why?" Ivar responded confused.

"She's been acting really fucking off lately, and if I'm completely honest it's freaking me out dude." He told him.

"What do you mean by off?" Ivar asked.

"We're really close, I mean she's basically my sister, we always call, text, and we hangout at least once a week but, she's been ignoring me the last three weeks." He explained.

"Maybe she's sick of you." Ivar tried to joke, he quickly shut up when he looked over and saw just how upset his brother was. In fact, Ivar had only ever seen Hvitserk look this upset once before… when he had gotten in his accident.

"She's not like that. She doesn't have a good relationship with her family, and she doesn't have many friends, so the people she does have in her life she treats like family."

“Not to mention, she hasn’t been to any of her classes lately.”

"Maybe, she’s just going through something personal dude. Did you ever think of that?" Ivar suggested.

"That's what mom and Ubbe said. Although, I don't think that's it, she only started acting like this after a little she met Lucas."

"Who the hell is Lucas?" Ivar asked, genuinely confused.

"Her new boyfriend, I've never met the guy but she’s told me a bit about him, and she seems to really like him." Hvitserk told him.

"It’s probably that the boyfriend doesn't like you, I mean didn't you try to hit on this girl the first time you ever talked to her?" He smirked at his brother.

"I mean yeah, but she shut that down immediately and, our relationship isn't like that. I don't see her in that kinda way, and she sure as hel doesn’t see me that way." Hvitserk emphasised.

"Well... I don't wanna say this cause I don't know the guy, perhaps he's one of those super controlling guys, you know the ones who don’t want their girlfriends being friends with men.” Ivar was trying to give this guy “Lucas” the benefit of the doubt in this situation but, even he himself who wasn’t close to the situation was beginning to wonder what was actually going on.

You see ivar and his two other brothers, Ubbe and Sigurd… or siggy as some called him, had always made fun of Hvitserk, more so his intelligence. They would always say he was “more heart then brain”, this however was all teasing between brothers. Ivar knew that Hvitserk was actually quite intelligent, both academically and when it came to the behaviours of his loved ones. So, if Hvitserk was this freaked out maybe he had the right to be, maybe something deeper was happening here.

"If that's the cause maybe I should go over there, introduce myself and let the guy know she's basically family, and he has nothing to worry about." Hvitserk suggested, sounding slightly more hopeful.

"Yeah, I guess that's a good idea."

"Ok cool, get up." Hvitserk told his brother.

"I beg your pardon!?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"We're going over there." Hvitserk said.

"What now? Can't you wait?" Ivar asked slightly annoyed.

“Also, who is “we” in this situation?”

"We Is you and me, I haven’t seen you in like forever, just think of this as a side quest for the day. And it can’t wait because I won't be able to stop thinking about this, at least until I do it. So, we're going now let's go." Hvitserk demanded, already by the door and grabbing his coat.

"Ugh... fine." Ivar let out a heavy sigh before he got up, grabbing his crutches and pulling out his keys, before walking to the door.

Ivar had insisted that he would drive, despite his legs being in near excruciating pain, his brothers constant fidgeting on the way to the parking garage, made him nervous to have him behind the wheel. So, Hvitserk gave Ivar the directions to y/n’s apartment building, the drive to her place consisted of Hvitserk staying oddly silent, almost stoic looking while Ivar’s heavy metal playlist hummed on in the background. It was truly an unnerving sight for the younger man.

Once they arrived, the men got out of the car and began to make their way to the main entrance, as soon as they got past the threshold Hvitserk was all but running towards the elevator, much to Ivars annoyance.

"What floor is she on?" Ivar asked as they entered the elevator.

"Oh ugh five, sorry." Hvitserk apologized, he felt like his head was all over the place, different scenarios both good and bad kept playing in his head, he was just unsure if he was being too dramatic or, if he was about to walk into a shit show.

"Dude stop worrying, I’m sure everything is going to be fine.”

"Yeah I know, I just can't help it. She's the only girl who doesn't just put up with me, she actually likes hanging out with me for me, she doesn't want to be my friend for our family's money or a quick fuck you know." Hvitserk told his brother.

He didn’t know actually. Sure, Ivar was an extremely attractive man however, his disability coupled with his overall grumpy attitude, weren’t exactly a good mix when attracting friends or even lovers. Ivar had been in a serious relationship before, and he was by no means a virgin but his overall distaste for companionship outside of his family, did result in him having little to no experience in an healthy adult relationship.

"She's sounds like a ray of sunshine, a real Sol brother really, especially if she can put up with all your shit." Ivar joked with a laugh.

"Yeah, she's great." Hvitserk smiled as the elevator dinged.

The pair walked off and Ivar followed behind his brother, Ivar wasn't a snob or at least he liked to think he wasn’t, not like most rich kids their age but, he couldn't help but think this apartment complex was disgusting, to like an appalling level. He genuinely wouldn’t be surprised if they had gotten into some trouble for having health code violations.

Hvitserk stopped in front of a door with a big “78” on it, and knocked. They waited but didn't hear anything, the two looked and each-other before Hvitserk knocked again, this time they could hear movement inside the apartment so they knew someone was home.

"Who is it?" A soft feminine voice called out from from behind the door.

"Y/n it's me, I just wanted to talk to you real quick, so if you could open the door that would be nice." Hvitserk responded with a light chuckle.

  "Oh, now isn’t really a good time." She replied, which made Ivar frown. If this girl was as close to his brother as he had said, for the love of Odin why couldn't she let them in. He was beginning to get annoyed, his legs were aching and he just wanted to sit down.

  "Y/n come on, please just let me in I'm worried about you." Hvitserk desperately asked.

They heard the door being unlocked, and the door opened to the most beautiful woman Ivar had ever seen, but her eyes had a dull look in them, and there was a bruise gracing the right one. The bruise looked angry, the swelling wasn’t too bad and it wasn’t too vibrant, which led Ivar to believe it was a few days old at this point. Here in this moment is where he began to put the puzzle pieces together, the missing school, the distance she put between herself and his brother, how all of those things seemed to coincide with her getting a new boyfriend….

Ivar wasn’t stupid, in fact he was probably the smartest of his brothers, academically speaking. He knew what was happening here, although some would believe he had a heart made of ice, he didn’t. Seeing this beautiful woman who his brother and family spoke so highly of, standing in the entrance of her apartment, with a clear view of the living room that had clearly been trashed in a fit of rage, with a black eye made his chest hurt.

Hvitserk pushed his way in, with Ivar following close behind watching as his brother gently grabbed his best friends face "what the hell happened to you?" He all but whimpered, as Ivar made himself comfortable on the one seater in front of the pair.

"I um.. I got into a fight." Y/n lied, and not very well Ivar thought to himself, the woman in front of him didn't look the type to engage in violence, she seemed to be the type to want to talk things out, and if that didn’t work run the other way.

"A fight, really? With who y/n?" Hvitserk asked in disbelief.

"Just some girl okay, I don’t know. Can we drop it please?”

   "No, I’m not gonna drop it, not when I know you’re lying, so who hit you y/n?" Hvitserk demanded, Ivar watched as her eyes began to water and she started to shake.

"Lucas." she whispered with a faint whimper, before the girl then began to sob into Hvitserk chest.

Hvitserk pulled her into a tight hug, rubbing her back and taking deep breath's to keep himself calm, Ivar wasn't typically one to care about people he didn't know but, seeing this girl cry made his chest tighten up again, he couldn't help but feel an almost insane amount of anger towards the boy, yes boy Ivar thought. Men don’t hit their partners.

Whoever this man was, Ivar knew that his brother wasn't gonna let him get away with it, they knew a lot of people and a lot of those people owed their family “favours”, they'd have no problem beating whoever this guy was to a plump and, leaving him for dead in an alleyway so far away that he wouldn’t think of coming back.

    "He's dead y/n, dead!" Hvitserk said.

"No! Hvitty it was my fault! I said something that upset him ok!" She said.

  "That doesn’t fucking excuse anything y/n! This was in no fucking way your fault, no man should ever hit his girlfriend, even if he is mad. Do you understand?" Hvitserk shouted, which caused y/n to flinch away from him at the volume.

At this point Ivar figured he needed to step in, he knew his brother could get passionate when he was worked up, and the more worked up Hvitserk got the louder he got. That very obviously wasn’t helping, not that his brother noticed but Ivar did, the flinches given the situation was a clear indication that she was frightened.

"Okay, okay. Hvitserk calm down, yelling isn't gonna solve anything." Ivar interjected, getting up and walking towards the pair. Ivar watched as y/n seemed to finally clue in, that she wasn’t alone with his brother and that there was indeed another witness to what was happening.

"We haven't met before but I'm Ivar." He introduced himself, extending his hand to the woman.

“Y/n, I've heard a lot about you." She smiled through the tears falling down her face.

"Here's what we're gonna do okay, y/n why don't you pack a bag and we'll go back to Hvitserk's apartment, we can figure out how to proceed from there." Ivar softly suggested, trying to be the voice of reason.

"Okay." She whispered before walking to her room. Once ivar was sure she was out of earshot he laid into his brother, punching him in the shoulder. 

"Ow! What the hel! What was that for?" Hvitserk whined.

"For scaring your friend, I understand you’re upset but that girl has been through enough, yelling at her isn't what she needs right now, what she needs is someone she can trust, and feel safe with." Ivar told his brother, kind of annoyed with the fact he had to explain this to his brother.

"Yeah okay, you’re right I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to, but we'll deal with all this when we get back to your apartment."

After y/n grabbed her things, the three went back down to Ivar’s car and, drove all the way back to Hvitserk's apartment. Once there, she sat down on the love seat in a daze, while the brothers sat in front of her on the couch, the silence between them wasn't awkward. No, it was something more sad then that.

  "Y/n, you can't stay with him. you have to know that, I won't let you." Hvitserk told her.

"I know." She sounded exhausted, Ivar hadn't taken his eyes off her, he couldn't believe this is how his day was turning out but, he also couldn’t believe he had turned down meeting her before.

He knew he had no chance with a girl like her, she was everything he wasn’t. Kind, soft spoken and from what he had been told but, she was absolutely gorgeous even with bruises all over her.

  "Where am I gonna stay Hvitty? Lucas knows where I live, and stays with me most nights, how am I gonna leave? Where am I gonna go?" Y/n asked, desperation clear in her voice.

   "I don't know y/n, give me minute to figure it out bug."

       "Does Lucas have a key to your place?" Ivar interrupted.

“No, he’s normally with me wherever I go, he needed one.” She replied blankly.

"How about first you text him, lie that your gonna be out of town for a week, I'm assuming he won't show up if he thinks you're not there, that gives you guys time to figure out where your gonna stay and get the rest of your stuff." Ivar suggested.

       "That's actually a really good idea.” Hvitserk told her, making Ivar roll his eyes. 

“Of course it is.” The latter smugly agreed.

“Now, I would offer to let you stay here but, this is a one bed, one bath. You would end up on the couch, which isn't great for sleeping, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable plus, with all the girls I bring home on drunken nights out it wouldn't be a great idea." He admitted.

      "But... Ivar has a two bedroom apartment he lives in himself, you could stay with him." He suggested, and Ivar nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast his head whipped to look at his brother with a frown.

      "Umm, Hvitserk. Real quick may I speak with you for a minute in the other room." Ivar asked, not waiting for a response he stood up and walked into the other room, Hvitserk sighed before getting up and following his brother.

Y/n could hear them whispering, just softly enough to pique her curiosity without revealing their conversation. They had been away for some time now. Despite her hesitations, she rose from the seat and approached the door. Y/n’s gaze fell upon Ivar perched on his brother's bed, with Hvitserk standing before him.

As she looked at Ivar she noticed how attractive he truly was. Sure, she had been friends with Hvitserk for awhile now, both he and his family she had met were attractive. It seemed to be a genetic but with Ivar it was different, everything about him screamed model. From the sculpted features of his face, his long luscious hair, and piercing blue eyes.

For a split second, y/n let herself fantasise about what it would be like to be with him, in her own world they’re together, and he treats her like a Queen. Going out of his way to make her feel beautiful everyday but unfortunately, she lives in reality. A man from his background wouldn’t see someone as broken as she felt in the present moment, as anything more then a friend.

“Oh come on, it would just be until she gets on her feet, a month or two at most.” Hvitserk told Ivar.

“Hvitty, listen. I understand that she’s your friend, and she’s in a bad situation right now but, you can’t just offer my place to her. Especially without talking to me about it first, I like my personal space and I don’t know her the way you do, you know how I am with new people.” Ivar tried to explain, to Y/n it was perfectly reasonable, not to mention he sounded like he felt guilty.

“Do you know how selfish you sound, I mean Odin Ivar! I understand your issues I do, but her boyfriend beat the shit out of her, she needs to get out of there and it would only be temporary.” Hvitserk said raising his voice.

Y/n cleared your throat, making her presence known. Which in turn, caused both men to whip their heads in her direction.

"Hvitserk, please don't pressure him into letting me stay. If he's not comfortable with it, that's okay. I can find another place to stay for now. It's really fine," she softly reassured, attempting to ease the situation for Ivar.

She shot a glance at Hvitserk, silently urging him to let it go, especially since this was her first encounter with his younger brother. The meeting hadn't gone as she had envisioned, and she didn't want to escalate it further. A heavy sigh seemed to fill the room, prompting both of them to look away from each other and towards Ivar, who had his head buried in his hands.

"He's right. I do have the space, and I don't want you going back there either. You can stay with me until you're back on your feet. I want to head home now, today has clearly been a long day for all of us, so let's get going," Ivar declared as he rose and walked past you, crutches in hand, heading out the door.

She glanced at Hvitserk in disbelief, pausing before trailing after his brother, wrestling with guilt as Hvitserk essentially pressured him into accommodating her.

next part ➵

𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 :)

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↳ 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁/𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽

↳ 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲?

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺 ‘𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲’ 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹, 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲.

𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲?

𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲

𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲

𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿-𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 (‘𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻’) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲.

𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿, 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀. 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗲𝗻, 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝘀. 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

𝗔𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲.

↳ 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀

𝗢𝗻 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝟮𝟬 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝟭𝟬 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗻.

𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟰 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟵 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱/𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆, 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁-𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀, 𝗲𝘁𝗰.

𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟯 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟰 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿𝘀 (𝗲.𝗴. 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 "𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲."

𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟳 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟮𝟱 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿.

𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟭𝟬 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿. 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀.

𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟰 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟳 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 (𝗲.𝗴. 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴) 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.

↳ 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱/𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽?

𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆: listen to the persons story without jumping to, problem-solving or offering them “silver linings.”instead of offering your advice, acknowledge their pain and how difficult their situation must be to go through.

𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹: someone in an abusive relationship, may already be dealing with feelings of inadequacy, as well as shame. Asking questions like “why don’t you just leave?” Can push your friend/family member away, in a time when they need you the most.

𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀: if you find it hard to not be judgmental, don’t worry you are not alone but, no one ever intends to get into an abusive relationship and, you can’t always spot an abuser right off the bat. It can be very helpful to learn the dynamics of domestic violence, the power and control the abusers have over their victims, which can make it difficult and dangerous for the victims to leave.

𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻: asking them how you can support them, is a great way to show the victim you are there for them. Abuse can make a person feel powerless, so letting them know you trust them to do what’s right for them, a loved one saying that can help them gain some power back.

𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴: a victim of abuse is most likely already overwhelmed, the idea of leaving can be even more overwhelming. Having knowledge about resources for them to get additional help, when they are ready for it, your best bet is to slowly and step by step encourage them into leaving.

𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳: as selfish as it sounds, you need to make sure your okay during this type of situation. A lot of people don’t understand that, watching someone you love and care about being abused, can take its own emotional toll on you. Make sure you know your limits, it is okay to set boundaries and look for support of your own.

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