Forgiveness (Loona x M! Reader) ON HOLD!!!

Chapter 5

You and Loona walked through the festival and were amazed at all the little activities you two could do together.

Loona taps you on the shoulder. "Hey, check it out." It was a stand that sold many flavors of ice cream. Some flavors you could not even imagine were possible.

You grinned. "Yeah sure, let's go."

Ironically, though you said you weren't hungry, you requested that your ice cream be piled high with three large scoops, each with different flavors.

Loona's ice cream was bacon-flavored, with only one scoop. After some chit-chatting and roaming around, the hellhound wanted to take you someplace where you two could be more alone and personal.

"Uh, listen, Y/N," she says after she finishes eating her ice cream cone. You only had one-third of your desert finished.

You give her your full, undivided attention. "Yes, Loona? What's wrong?"

Her ears drew back as though she was too shy to ask. "Do you want to go somewhere a little quieter and alone? I know a place I used to go to when I was a little pup."

"Yeah, absolutely."

ImpCity was actually a pretty large city, with large buildings and unbelievable scenery. It is often compared to Earth's Chicago.

Loona motioned for you to follow her, leading you to a ladder. You were a little afraid of heights so the higher you went on this ladder the more you started to feel weak and queasy.

The spot that Loona wanted you to follow her to is on the roof of a fairly large building. It was not too tall to where you would vomit, but enough to fully embrace the beauty of city lights and the commotion of happy citizens below.

The time was around midnight, now, and the chilly fall air bit your cheeks. It was brisk.

After a moment of you and Loona staring sleepily at other buildings, the hellhound broke the silence.

"First of all, I just want to say I am glad you are on the way to recovery," she says quietly. "I have never really given you any consideration, or empathy, and I am sorry... But... I was really worried about you."

You looked at her with eyes of confusion. "Really?"

"I-," she turns to see your expression. "Yes, Y/N, I know, me being worried about you is surprising."

"It... is."

"Look, I have problems, too. But I would never expect someone like you to take it to the extreme." Even her expressions became worried and she hugged herself. "Nevermind... I just didn't know depression can do that to somebody."

 You realized the topic she was trying to bring up about you was a little sore, so you interrupt. "Loona, listen. It's okay. I am doing a whole lot better, now. You do not have to worry anymore. But I am glad I found someone who cares." You reassured her with a comfortable smile.

She returns the smile. "Thank you." Her smile turns into anger. "Just- don't do it again, okay?! You really gave me a fucking heart attack!"

"Oh no. Believe me, I have learned my lesson."

You, the main character, had a struggle with depression and drugs in the past, and there was an incident that happened a couple of years back that gave Blitzo an actual panic attack. Because I do not want to make this into a "mature" story right away, this will be described later. Blitzo treated his staff like family, and it was a good thing that he checked on you and the others often.

She grunted. "Why would you even do such a foolish thing?!"

"Enough, Loona. I'm clean, now. I have been clean for two years."

"Sorry."

"What about your interests in guitar your father talked to me about?"

She blushed and chuckled her words out. "Oh, that. Yeah, I play guitar... A little bit."

"I guess I'm surprised at that, also. I thought I was the only person in hell that could play guitar to some moderation."

"Whelp, I'm your gal." She laughed nervously.

"Oh my god, why the fuck did I say that? That sounded so fucking stupid," she thought.

You laughed as a compliment, too. "Maybe I can play some songs for you, some time. Or perhaps some songs I made of my own."

"Yeah, same here." She started wagging her tail. "I'm pretty good at it, not to brag."

"That's good."

During this conversation, you finally finished your ice cream, and the hellhound next to you grew more and more tired. 

Subtly, she makes a move to get a little closer to you physically. She scooted over to you and rested her head on her shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Loona was in more of a meditative state, but not entirely asleep. A restful smile appeared on your face and you put your arm around her, silently accepting this gesture.

Down below at the city floor, the wind began to pick up, carrying leaves and paper with it. Suddenly, a large portal began to rip open through space and time with a red ring surrounding the said portal.

A boot hits the pavement of ImpCity. It was Heinrich Himmler.

To conceal his identity, he wore a dark mask and shades, along with dark clothes. His looks stained the joyful atmosphere of the imps as they celebrate Halloween peacefully.

"Now to find that foolish imp Blitzo." The mask made him sound deeper and insidious.

The first place he would search was, of course, the IMP office, where the crew would (seemingly) most likely be located.