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Warnings: Hint of a rape (really just a bit), violence How I hated the time change. You go out of the house in the morning and it's dark and when you come home from work, it is already dark. And I hated being on the road in the dark. Luckily I was not too far away from my home and I could go soon into the warm interior of my home.

In sunk thought I walked through the streets and looked forward to being able afterwards with my boyfriend to cuddle on the sofa and watch a film. Unfortunately, I noticed the group of boys only when they were already going to surround me. A bit scared I looked at the much taller boy in front of me , but asked in a firm voice: "What do you want from me?" Two guys behind me were laughing maliciously and the one in front of me grinned at me perverse. "Well, we were bored, so we have decided to walk around a bit and since you showed up suddenly, we thought that you might be bored too?" His grin was even dirtier and disgusted I stepped back a pace. "Oh, you don't need to be afraid. A little bit of fun never hurt anyone." The guy came up closer to me but there was someone behind me, so I couldn't flinch. He grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me into the next dark alley. His "gang" followed him and I tried desperately to free myself from his grasp. But he grabbed only even stronger and I could barely suppress a cry of pain. I just wanted to call for help when he shoved me hard against the wall and pressed a hand on my mouth. "Shut your mouth." Furious, he glared at me and his friends built menacingly around us. My heart raced with fear and I felt like crying.

Slowly the hand broke again from my mouth and the dirty grin on his face reappeared. "That's good." He reached for my wrists and held them with one hand above my head against the wall. His face approached mine and then I could feel his disgusting lips on mine. I tried to turn away my head but he held my chin firmly with his other hand and so I used the only option that was left to me. With all my strength I slammed my knee into his crotch and he slumped groaning together. "You damn ..." Before I had the time to move, two of his friends grabbed me on the upper arms and a third stood right in front of me. "How dare you to attack our boss?" His voice was deep and he looked damn muscular. I immediately got the feeling of his power as a terrible pain in my lower jaw exploded and I felt my lip burst open. "Step aside, Ryan. This Bitch will pay for it." The "boss" of the group had gotten up again and pushed the muscleman aside. His eyes were full of hate and I tried desperately to solve from the grip of the two types again. Unfortunately, all this didn't bring anything and a fist hit my stomach. Panting with pain I doubled up and probably would have fallen to the ground, if they hadn't kept me up. Another blow in my abdomen hit me and shortly afterwards teared a slap my cheek. "Well, how do you like that?" I was thrown to the ground and my head hit hard on the asphalt. Gasping for air and with tears in my eyes, I was lying on the ground while everyone laughed around me. A kick in my crotch made me cry out in pain. Even though I was not a man, hellish pain shot through my body. "Hey! What's going on here?!" A familiar voice broke through the laughter and relieved I recognized the outline of my boyfriend. He had his cell phone in his hand and was probably just going to call the police. The boys had apparently noticed it because faster than you could see, they were already gone.

James' POV                                                                                                              

Cheerful I walked through the dark streets, and was looking forward to a relaxing evening with my girlfriend. We had made an appointment for tonight and I was just on my way to her. Leisurely I strolled past the houses, when suddenly a cry of pain broke through the evening stillness. Startled, I ran to the alley further ahead, from which came the cry and had to watch in horror how a group of beefy guys stood around a petite person who was on the ground, and laughed dirty. Immediately I took my phone out, ready to call the police and shouted: "Hey! What's going on?!" The boys turned around and noticed scared the cell phone in my hand and had immediately afterwards disappeared in the dark of the alley. I went further into the alley and realized in horror that it was my girlfriend who lay curved and with blood streaming down her face on the ground. "Y/N!" I quickly knelt beside her and touched her gently on the shoulder. At first she didn't move and I was afraid she would be unconscious, but then she lifted her eyelids and she looked at me with pained eyes. "Shit, Y/N." My voice was full of anxiety and worry. To see my beloved girl so hurt almost tore my heart. "James." Tears ran down her cheeks and sobs quietly left her mouth. "Shh, it's all right, I'm here. Nothing will happen to you again." I carefully tried to remove some of the blood with a handkerchief, and wondered in passing whether I should bring her home or better in a hospital. The decision was taken from me, as she raised her voice and softly whispered: "Please, bring me home." She sounded so tormented that I would have liked to start crying. But instead, I fulfilled her desire and lifted her gently on my arms. She gasped  pained when I touched her wrist and I realized in the dim light of the street lamps that it was going to turn blue. I decided however to not note that further, but to bring her first of all home safely. After that I could take care of her wounds.

Y/N POV

I never was so relieved in my life to see James. His presence gave me security and exhausted, I snuggled into his chest as he slowly start moving with me in his arms. His smell and his heat made sure that my aching body slightly faded into the background and I was able to relax a bit.

After a few minutes we arrived at my apartment, and he put me carefully on my feet, to unlock the door. On wobbly legs I held firmly to the wall in order not to fall to the ground. I felt so exhausted that I could barely move, and the pain made sure that I had preferred to lie down, to close my eyes and to forget everything.

Once the door was open, James lifted me back up to his arms and I was so grateful to him that I didn't have to walk. I probably wouldn't come anyway two paces. Now, however, he carried me into my bedroom and laid down on the bed carefully. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have come much earlier, so this never had happened." James sat down on the bed and looked at me with such a vulnerable look that it almost took my breath away. Carefully, I lifted my aching arm and gently placed my hand on his cheek. " It's not your fault. Please do not blame yourself." Lovingly I looked at him, but he just looked back saddened. "But it's my job to protect you. And I have thereby failed miserably." He covered my hand, which was still lying on his cheek, with his and snuggled against my palm. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not angry. I'm just glad that you found me. Who knows what they would otherwise have done to me." With gray, I thought about how that all had started, and what their real goal was. Immediately caught my body to tremble and all clenched in me. I felt sick and I got only bad air. But already appeared the face of James over me and he looked worried in my eyes. "Hey, Y/N. Please calm down. I'm with you. Breathe deeply in and out. Yes, so it's good." His gaze and his soft voice calmed me and I tried to get rid of the terrible thoughts. My breathing returned to normal and the trembling subsided slowly. "How about if we now take care of your wounds before they ignite. Can you sit up?" With an interrogative and worried look, he looked at me, but I had to say no immediately. The pain in my pelvic area was much too strong than I would have been able to sit. " Then it have to work in a lying position. I'll be right back, okay?" I could see that my response only made him even more anxious, but I could not help it. I just hoped that it will not remain for long.

During the few minutes in which James was gone, I closed my eyes and tried to think of nothing. That worked very well to my surprise, and so it was not long until James was back. He had a bowl of water and a rag, disinfectant, an ointment and up some bandages with him. All that stuff he put on the nightstand and then began gently to clean my face. His gentle touch triggered a pleasant tingling sensation in me and a sigh escaped me. He immediately withdrew his hand and looked at me apologetically. "Did I hurt you?" "No, everything is okay. You could never hurt me." Gently, I looked at him and he began hesitantly again to wash away the blood. When that was done, he took the disinfectant and sprayed carefully something on my wounds on the cheek and my forehead. It burned terribly, but I knew that this was necessary, so I gritted my teeth. My split lip he dabbed gently with a cloth and to the laceration on my forehead he put a plaster.

Then he devoted himself to my wrists. They were now turned blue by the firm grip of the guy and looked terrible. On which he distributed very carefully some of the cooling ointment and then wrapped a bandage around them. "Have you hurt somewhere else?" "My stomach." He pulled my shirt up slightly and what came to light was slightly bluish skin. "Are you sure you don't want me to bring you to the hospital? Not that you have internal injuries and bleeding to death." Anxiously he looked into my eyes but I smiled at him reassuringly. "Don't worry, it's not that bad." "Are you quite sure?" Sceptical, he looked at me, but in response I just closed my eyes tired. I had no desire to discuss and just wanted to rest yet. He seemed to understand my answer because he sighed and said: "But tell me know if it gets worse." He rose from my bed and I could hear him open my wardrobe. It rustled briefly and then he appeared again next to my bed. I could feel that he opened my pants and let him do. Shortly thereafter, I was wearing a pair of comfortable sweatpants and was covered caring. "I'll be right back, okay?" He stroked my head and left the room. Shortly after, he came back in, took off his pants and his socks and lay down beside me. Carefully, he pulled me into his arms and I tried to find a painless position. When that was done, I let myself be enveloped by his warmth and sighed relaxed. "Thank you James. I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart." He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then I was already asleep.

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“God, I hate that!” I stood in the kitchen and tried unsuccessfully to pick the cookie jar in the top shelf. Unfortunately, I was once again too small and so I reached it just with my fingertips. Behind me I heard an amused laugh. Annoyed, I turned to the person who stood in the doorway to the kitchen. “Don’t laugh, James. Help me better!” Furthermore laughing he came up to me and stroked me once over my head. Offended I looked up at him, because I don’t even reached up to his shoulder. “What do I get for that?” With a mischievous grin, he looked at me and I answered angrily. “A kick in the ass seems appropriate.” “Good, then I can also go back.” Apparently offended, he turned around, but I could see his grin. Nevertheless, I held him back. My appetite for cookies wanted be satisfied and alone I did not reach it. “Wait. How about a kiss?” With wide eyes I saw him pleadingly, as he turned back to me. I knew he couldn’t resist this view and his gaze was immediately gently. “That’s unfair. To this gaze I just cannot say no.” He stroked me again gently over my head before he finally took the glass out of the cupboard. “Thank you.” I took the glass and then pulled him down to me to give him the promised kiss. “You’re welcome, my little.” He breathed me again a little kiss on the lips before he straightened up again. With a loving glance he looked at me while I finally slipped me a cookie in my mouth.

POV James

Lovingly I looked at my girlfriend. I just loved everything about her. Her laughter, her humour, her sometimes very strong temperament. Even her size. Her small, delicate physique looked just so cute and aroused my protective instincts, and I would most like to protect her from every evil over the world. I knew that she could defend herself very well, but I couldn’t just turn off that feeling.

I loved her from the bottom of my heart, which is why I unceremoniously sat down on a chair at the kitchen table and pulled her onto my lap. Surprised, she squeaked briefly, but then put the jar with the cookies on the table and snuggled up to my chest. I put my arms around her and enjoyed the warm, petite body to mine. Yes, I loved her.

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It was dark in the streets of Venice. It was 23 o'clock and I was on the way home, as I had a late shift. I was tired and just wanted to go home, so I decided to take a shortcut, because otherwise I would probably miss the last train. Normally I didn't like to go this route because it leads through a few dark alleys, but I didn't matter today.

Unfortunately, it turned out, that this wasn't not a good idea, because three dark figures came towards me. One of them I recognized as my ex-boyfriend, I parted from him with a big row. I tried to hide, but it was too late. He had seen me. "Who do we have here? When that little bitch isn't Y/N." His breath smelled of alcohol, which made me flinch scared. When he was drunk, he was always very fast aggressive. Unfortunately, behind me was a wall and I couldn't flinch. "Leave me alone, Y/Ex/N." Flanked by his two friends he built himself menacingly in front of me. "How could you dare to leave me? I loved you!" Smack. A hard slap hit my cheek and my head snapped to the side. His two buddies were laughing while the pain brought tears to my eyes. My cheek was burning and I felt some blood was running down. "You're a fucking little bitch." He shoved me down backwards so that my head banged hard against the wall behind me. In front of my eyes were dancing stars and I pinched my eyes. But before I could even react, a fist hit me in the stomach and I fell with a pained sound to my knees. I clutched my stomach with my arms and slowly looked up at the three figures. Horrified, I looked at the right hand of my ex-boyfriend, in which he suddenly held a knife. He knelt down in front of me and held out the knife right in front of my face. With panic I fixed the knife with my eyes as he began to speak in a soft voice. "I really have once loved you so much." With the blade he drove down my cheek and I felt how blood flowed from the cut. I tried with all my might to hold back the tears when he led the knife on my neck along. "Hey!! What are you doing?!" Startled Y/Ex/N winced and squeezed the blade easily into the skin of my collarbone. And faster than I could react, the three were already gone, and the man who owned the voice hurried towards me. When he reached me, he knelt down in front of me. "Hey, are you okay?" Because of the darkness I could not see his face well, but his voice sounded worried and had a pleasant sound. I immediately felt comfortable in his presence and the panic abated a bit. But that meant that the pain came back and with a painful groan I tipped slightly to one side. But the stranger responded immediately and caught me. "Woah, shit. What have they done to you?" I tried to answer him, but my head felt very clouded and I could not think straight. "Okay, that's not important right now. Can you get up?" I nodded cautiously and he helped me to my feet. First he had to still hold me because everything started to turn, but after a moment I could see reasonably clear. "Shall I take you to a hospital?" His voice sounded slightly shocked and still worried, as he probably realized that my face was covered in blood. "No." My voice was just a breathe and I felt terrible, but I didn't want to a doctor. I just wanted to go home. "Are you sure? Are you coming home?" Startled, my eyes widened when I realized that the last train has already left now. "No. The last train is already gone." He seemed to consider what he should do now, because I first got no response. "Then you come up with to my hotel. That's not far from here." With a quizzical look, he looked at me and after a moment's thought I agreed. I felt so comfortable in his presence, that I couldnt believe he was up to something bad. "Then we better disappear from this dark alley."^

We reached the hotel in just a few minutes. James, as he had in the meantime presented to me, asked at reception if they had a room available. I had tried to wipe away most of the blood on the way, but I still looked terrible. After only a minute James came already back and looked at me ruefully. "Sorry, they have no rooms available. But you can sleep in my room otherwise, if you like to." With his sweet, brown eyes, he looked at me and I accepted the offer with thanks.

He led me to his hotel room and there I tried first of all to take off the shoes. But my stomach still hurt so much that I could hardly stoop. Without waste any time, James helped me and I wondered why he helped me so much. I was after all only a stranger who he had saved from being beaten up in a dark alley. Others would have simply brought me to the nearest hospital.

"Thanks." A simple word, but it describes everything I felt for him. Pure gratitude. "It's a pleasure for me. How about it, if you go take a shower? Then you will surely feel better. I lend you alternatively a shirt and a pair of pants." "That would be kind." I gratefully accepted the clothes and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. The look in the mirror I didn't risk. I also knew that I looked awful.

After I had washed the blood away, I put on the shirt and the pants and let me enveloped by the pleasant scent. I stepped out of the bathroom and sat down next to James on the sofa. "I ordered two cups of tea from room service. This will help you to relax." With a gentle look he pointed to my hands, which were shaking still with tension. Apparently my body still had not calmed down. Mentally I felt just slain. "I'm going to take a shower quickly and then we take care of your wounds, okay?" I nodded slightly to show him that I had understood him and he disappeared into the bathroom.

When he had finished and the two cups of tea, which were brought, were empty, he pulled out a first-aid kit and began to disinfect my cheeks first. It burned like hell, but I gritted my teeth and tried to enjoy his gentle touch. Wherever his fingers touched my skin it tingled pleasantly. After my wounds were supplied, we made ourselves comfortable on the sofa and began to talk. We got along great and I enjoyed every single second. The events of the evening were moving ever further into the background and I could relax.

At about 2 clock my eyes were getting heavier and we decided to go to sleep. Actually, he wanted me to sleep on the bed, but I was able to persuade him to let me sleep on the sofa. I had so much taken his help, so I didn't want to take his sleeping space.

But as soon as I fell asleep, I was plagued by nightmares. A dark figure with a knife came towards me and I tried to run away from him. But I came simply not budge and I began to yell for help. Frantic I tried get away from the black shadow, but nothing worked.

Suddenly appeared a warm light and drove the shadow away. I was enveloped by a warmth and a pleasant Black fulfilled my dreams.

When I woke up the next morning, I no longer lay on the sofa. No, I was lying in the bed and next to me slept James calmly. My cheeks turned red when I realized that I had slept all night next to James in a bed. Probably I had started in my dream to shout and he had therefore put me in his bed and watched over my sleep. A gentle smile appeared on my lips and I nudged him slightly. He began to move on and with a sweet sleepy glance he looked at me. When he recognized me, his gaze was gentle and he looked questioningly at me. "How are you? Did you sleep well?" "Yes, thanks to you." I smiled at him gently and he blushed slightly. "Nothing to thank for."

We had breakfast together and he packed his things because he will leave again tonight. I offered him as thanks to show the city and he agreed enthusiastically. I showed him a few nice places and in the evening I accompanied him to the train. "Thank you, James. You probably saved my life." " I had much pleasure. I cannot abandon such a beautiful lady." "Will we meet again?" Sadly I looked at him when the train arrived. "I cannot promise, but I hope so. Good-bye, Y/N." "Goodbye, James." He gave me a light kiss on the lips before he turned and went into the train. Surprised, I looked after him and returned his waving as the train leaved the station.

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(That was a long one. Hope you like it^^)

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I never thought this would happen. But here I am. Working on the set of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. I was searching for a job over my vacation and saw this job ad for an assistant for almost everything. I'm working here for a week now and its very exciting. To see how all the people work and everything that happens on a film set. The only problem was my sense of direction. I get lost at least once per day and I hope that I can handle this soon. But at the moment, I was in such a situation. I was on the way to the changing room of the assistants when I lost my orientation. Now I wandered through the corridors until I finally found the right door. I opened it but what I saw was not the changing room I was looking for. No. I front of me stood James Phelps, topless, with a shirt in his hands and was looking at me shocked. My cheeks turned bright red and I couldn't see him in his eyes so I set my eyes on his chest. But that wasn't a good idea neither. His chest was well trained and I could see a slight six-pack. /Oh god. Why must he look so good?/ I couldn't solve my view from his body till he slightly cleared his throat. I blushed even more when I noticed that I was staring at him for almost a minute. "Oh god. I..I'm so sorry. I didn't want to... I was just..." I couldn't manage a reasonable sentence so I just lowered my eyes. At first I thought he would reprove me but all I was hearing was a deep laugh. Surprised I lifted my eyes to meet his with a friendly look in them. "You are the new "Assistant for everything", aren't you?" "Yes, my name's Y/N. But how did you know?" I tried to look him in the eyes because he was still topless and I didn't want to stare at him a second time. "Your poor sense of direction isn't a secret here." With a bright smile he looked at me and I could feel my cheeks turned red again. "For which room were you looking for?" "Ehm, I was searching the changing room for the assistants." "I could show you where it is, if you want." I looked at him in surprise. "That would you do?" "Sure, why not? I'm done for today, so I have time." His smile was friendly and I looked at him happily. "That would be great! Thank you very much." "No problem. I cannot abandon a helpless lady." With a playful wink at me he finally put his shirt on. I blushed slightly and smiled at him. "Let's go Y/N, you damsel in distress." I punched him lightly on the arm and he just laughed at me.

We walked through the corridors while we talked at bit. It was just a bit small talk, but I found out, that he is very kind and funny. I loved to talk with him and so I was a bit sad when we arrived at my changing room. "Thank you again, James. Without you I would still be wandering in the corridors." I smiled at him thankfully and he answered with a soft smile. "No problem, Y/N. It was a pleasure to help a damsel in distress." His smile turned teasingly when I punched him on the arm again. "I will not get rid of this, right?" I sighed played and he gave me a head rub. "Nope. You are now my damsel in distress." "So I will call you my knight. How sounds this?" "Perfect. But now I have to leave. I wish you a good evening, my lady." He made an obeisance and with a chuckle I answered him: "I wish you the same, my knight." I made a curtsey, entered the changing room and just hoped that this wasn't the last conversation I will have with James.

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