You are a boy soldier in ww1, when you are struck by a sniper. It was late December, 1914. You are 17 (btw in this story Loona is 19), and when you get to hell, you meet the crew.
Loona POV Y/N's been in the bathroom awhile. I decide to make lunch for us. I heard Y/N cussing Blitz out, so I assume Blitz was jerking it in the bathroom again. Horny bastard. I walk to the kitchen.
Loona: Hmm, I'll make Y/N some lunch. The kids been having a....
I hear sobbing from the couch. I walk around the couch, and see a sight that breaks my heart. My boyfriend, curled up and crying. His face soaked from top to bottom, his clothes roughed up, his hair even more messy then he was earlier. My heart feels like it's going break. He looks at me, then he buries his face into the couch, and spouts a phrase that makes my blood boil.
Y/N: Don't look at me, I'm just a ugly kraut that can't hold in his tears.
I feel my face get boiling hot, but I compose myself. I sit by his feet, talking calmly and gently. I gently rub his back and say
Loona: Cmon babe, you're not ug...
He cuts me off.
Y/N: Yes I am! I'm also a coward that can't even save a fellow soldier!
That first bit I understand where that came from, but the second part confuses me. He's never said anything about not being able to save a soldier, I mean, he had held his brother in his arms as he died, but even then he couldn't have saved him. I think, but I don't know, I need to ask him, but I can't ask him in this state. I'm booking him a appointment with a therapist, because I can't handle watching my boyfriend be in this state. I lay down next to him, and hug him, planting his face into my chest, then I also wrap my legs around his back.
Loona: Just shut up please. I love you, and I hate seeing you like this. I'm your girlfriend, and I'll look at you because I think you're gorgeous. You've had a bad past yes, but you're here now, you have a family, with a dad that actually cares. Blitz may be an idiot, but he actually gives a shit about the group that works for him. We all care about you, and I want you be happy. I'm booking you a appointment with a therapist, there is something wrong with you.
As I run my fingers through his hair gently, he starts trying to make excuses, but I shut him up.
Y/N: N-
Loona: Ah Ah Ah. I will drag you to the therapist if you don't go willingly, I'm not gonna sit idly by and watch you cry yourself to death.
Y/N: Aren't I already dead?
Loona: It may be weird to you, but there is more life after our deaths, but I'm not gonna let you cry yourself there.
Y/N: I'll only go because you want me to.
Loona: C'mon, let's make some lunch.
I pick him up, and place him on his feet. He looks at me, his face looks like he's thinking. What he's thinking about, I'm not sure, but I'm not worried about it. He suddenly plants his face into my stomach fluff, and speaks
Y/N: Thanks honey.
Loona: No problem, you stubborn bastard.
Y/N POV I'm helping Loona make lunch. I'm still traumatized by catching Blitz jerk it in the bathroom. Then Loona says.
Loona: Fuck we're out of milk, SHIT.
She walks to the door, and wraps up in, what looks like a navy pea coat. I walk to the coat rack and grab my trench coat, putting it on and buttoning it up. She looked at me, and started to say.
Loona: You're staying here to watch the food!
Y/N: I'm not hanging here by myself.
Loona: Blitz is here.
Y/N: I'm not staying here with that horny bastard!
Loona: You caught him jacking it in the bathroom didn't you?
Y/N: yeah.
Loona: uggghhh, fiiiine I guess you come with.
Y/N: Yay!
We walk out to the car, and drive to the supermarket.
Chapter end
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