Y/N's pov
Once I finished my shower, I thought it might be best to try to get some sleep.
Y/N: Hey Look I'm going to go to bed. I feel like shit right now.
Loona: Okay, babe, try and get some good sleep.
Y/N: I'll try.
I walked into the bedroom and got into bed. I was able to get to sleep okay, but it wasn't long before that sleep was ruined.
*flashback/nightmare* 1/2
My parents and I were captured by the government sitting in a cage being stabbed, burned, and shocked. We were just waiting for a chance to slip out of the government's grasp, and it came. We finally had poised off Dad enough for his flamehound form to kick in. We needed to slip out. We killed everything in our path until they had a net over my parents. I went back for them, but I couldn't make it to them.
End of nightmare/flashback 1/2
Y/N'S POV
I woke up feeling sweat drip down my forehead. I looked around and saw Loona peacefully sleeping next to me. Needing something to drink, I walked over to the kitchen and trapped a glass of water, only to keep having flashbacks about their deaths. I eventually couldn't take It anymore, as I sat there on the floor and began to cry, which I'm sure Loona heard.
Loona's pov
I'm sleeping soundly. I was in bed when I started to hear someone crying in the kitchen. I walked out and saw Y/N crying on the floor. I walked up to him and asked him what was wrong. All he did was wrap his arms around me and continue to cry. I knew he couldn't talk about it right now, so I just simply sat there and hugged him, hoping that he'd be okay. Once his tears slowly came to a halt, I took his hand and guided him to the couch, sat him down, and snuggled into him, hoping that would make him feel better. I know he won't talk about it, but I'm hopeful that maybe this time is going to be different.
Loona: Hey, it's okay. I'm here now. Just relax. Everything Is going to be okay.
He sat there for a minute before he slowly lifted his head up and gave me a depressed look.
Loona: Do you want to talk about it, baby?
Y/N:...
Loona: It's ok; I'm not going to force you to.
He sat there for a minute before he finally broke the silence.
Y/N: I had a nightmare about my parents deaths.
Loona: Can you tell me more?
Y/N: We were all captured by the government and escaped after my dad's flame-hound form was unleashed. We were going to make it out before my parents were hit with an electric net. I went back for them and tried to save them, but they simply told me to run and don't look back. Then my grandpa shot a bullet through their skulls. I was able to get away and found someone opening a portal back to hell. I then lived on the streets for 12 years before Blitz found me, and I'm sure you know the rest.
Loona: So you were only seven, and yet you think your parents deaths were your fault?
Y/N: It was my fault.
Loona: Bullshit, babe, listen to me very closely. I'm only going to say this once. You were still a puppy. There's very little you could have done. It's not your fault; it was never your fault. You tried to save your parents, and that's all that matters. I'm sure they're In a better place now, so stop thinking it's your fault. You were only 7 years old. It's never a child's fault when something goes wrong. The government can't reach us in hell. You're safe here with us. You were not and never will be the cause of your parents deaths. Do you understand me?
Y/N: *sniff sniff* Yes, it was my fault. I could have saved them, but instead, I had to be an idiot and let them die right in front of me.
Loona: Y/N, please stop holding everything back; just think of this as a small therapy session. Don't hold anything back; just let it all out.
He cried harder on my shoulders as I started to gently rub his back, hoping he would calm down. Once he finally calmed down, I began to think maybe it's best if we don't go to Tex's party. I figured he might want to be with other hounds, or maybe he just wants to be alone with me. I think it's better to ask.
Loona: Hey, babe, Vortex's party is on Saturday at 8:00. Do you think you're okay with still going?
Y/N: Yeah, I'll go.
Loona: Are you sure? I don't want you to go if you're feeling this depressed.
Y/N: I'll be fine, little Loo.
Loona:Ok, baby.
We sat there in silence for a moment before I thought I'd ask him if there was anything else he wanted to talk about.
Loona: Is there anything else you want to talk about, baby?
He didn't say anything; he just nodded his head.
Loona: Go ahead, I'm all ears.
*Flashback 2/2*
Y/N's POV
I was digging around the trash cans outside looking for food when I heard a noise coming from behind me. I turned my head around and saw an imp just standing in front of me.
Blitz: "Um, hey there, buddy, why are you digging through my trash cans?
Y/N: Fuck off, dickweed; It's none of your business.
Blitzø: You're going through my company's garbage, so It kind of Is.
Y/N: Fine, you want to know so bad?
Blitzø: Um yeah.
Y/N: I'm looking for food.
Blitzø: Don't you have a place of your own?
Y/N: No, I've been alone out here since I was 7.
Blitzø: And how old are you now?
Y/N: I'm 19.
Blitzø: YOU'VE BEEN LIVING OUTSIDE MY OFFICE FOR 12 YEARS?!
Y/N: Yeah.
He sat there In total shock for a good minute or two before he finally began to speak up again.
Blitzø: Tell you what, Kid, why don't you come to stay at my place for a while?
Y/N: Because I don't trust you.
Blitzø: I want to help you, kid; I don't want to hurt you.
Y/N: How do I know you're not a total piece of sh*t liar?
Blitzø: I'm not like other demons down here, kid, plus I could use a hand with my company.
Y/N: So you want me for free labor, then?
Blitzø: No, I just want to help you, kid. How about I make you something to eat to prove myself then?
With no other option, I gave up since this dude wasn't going to give in until I let him help me.
Y/N: Fine, you can help me, I guess.
Blitzø: Great.
I stopped digging through his garbage as he led me inside.
Blitzø: You got a name, kid?
Y/N: It's Y/N.
Blitzø: The name's Blitz; the O is silent, so just call me Blitz.
Y/N: Sure thing, then Blitz.
*End of flashback 2/2.
Loona's pov
I sat there in silence for a good moment. I didn't know he'd been through so much before he turned 25.
Y/N: Hey Loo, can we please go to bed?
Loona: Of course, babe.
Y/N: Do you think we can cuddle for a while? I really need something to hold onto right now.
Loona: Of course we can. Come on, follow me.
I led him back to the bedroom and got under the covers with him. I wrapped my arms around his upper torso while he wrapped his around my lower back.
Loona: Are you comfortable?
Y/N: Yeah.
I then thought of something that might help him feel better—something that makes me feel better whenever I'm feeling sad—some nice head pats.
Loona: Hold on, baby, can I try something?
Y/N: Um, yeah, sure.
I moved away from him, lying down on my back.
Y/N: I thought we were going to cuddle.
Loona: We are babies; just lay that head right on top of my chest.
He laid his chest down on top of my chest while I moved my hand right behind his ears.
Y/N: What are you doing?
Loona:Relax, baby, I'm here to help you.
I started to gently scratch his ear while he slowly but surely started to relax.
Y/N: Thanks, Loo.
Loona: It's okay, baby. Just lay there and relax while I give you some nice, relaxing head pats.
Y/N: I will, Loona.
He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep while I stayed awake for a little, just gently scratching his fur. He's been through so much, and If It others,n't for me and the ; I'm sure he'd still have all this bottled deep within him. Maybe he just doesn't like talking about his feelings, either way, I think I just need to be there for him right now. I'm sure he's going to need someone to talk to about this kind of stuff. I just hope he's going to get better about talking about his feelings, but there's a good chance he won't, but I can always hope.