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

Chapter 8

"Forgetting someone?" Loona leaned on the IMP building as she called for you.

"Oh, right," you respond nervously, as going to your house was all you were thinking about. You walk up to the hellhound with your head down and blush.

"Okay, that doesn't mean you have to act like that. Come on, let's finish what we started." She encouraged you.

Both you and Loona walked down the quiet, empty street holding hands. Only the sound of a windy day and leaves surrounded them.

There was one place in particular that Loona wanted to take you to, and that was her house.

After some more quiet walking, you two finally reach her place, and she knocks on the door.

"Hello, Loonie bear-" Blitzo readjusted himself to notice you were in his presence, too. "Ahem. Loona. Y/N. Welcome."

She grunted. "Am I allowed to have Y/N over? No, it's not because I'm sleeping with him! It's for, uhhh," she taps her fingers together. "Professional business."

He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of 'professional business'?"

She blushed. "Ugh! You know! What we're- going to do about tonight."

Loona's answer was greeted with silence. Blitzo opened the door with suspicion to let you both in. The huge grin the hellhound gave afterward only made him even more investigative.

The one item that stuck out the most was her guitar. This was noticed first because that was perhaps the main thought on your mind. Not the ugly rebellious posters that covered her walls, or the bits of trash that were scattered all over her floor.

In the kitchen, Blitzo made a simple cup of tea as he scrolled through his phone looking at everything horse.

Suddenly, the house began to vibrate with metalcore, as Loona began to play her guitar at a deafening volume.

The imp sighed with tired eyes but decided to put up with it since that's just how his daughter is. He put on earbuds and put on music of his own and laid on the couch.

"How was that?" She asked you after she was done playing.

"It was... A lot, I know that much."

"Metal is not your thing?"

"Nah. You played swimmingly, though. I'm impressed."

"It was something I made up." She put her hand behind her head.

"Amazing. I guess what I am going to play you will think is soft and stupid."

"No, not at all. Go ahead. I appreciate most genres."

Loona handed you the strap, and you put the instrument on your body. You turned off the amp's overdrive and gave the guitar a more clean and bassy sound. Next, you began to play a song different from the one you told her about at lunch, but still by Jimi Hendrix. "Little wing"

You did not tell her what song you were playing either.

After you were done playing, Loona asked, "How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"How did you make my guitar sound better?"

"I... Don't know. I just played."

She blushed a little cutely. "That wasn't the song you told me about, though."

"Wait, you knew what I was playing?!" You blushed, too, after you said that.

"Mhmm... I'm a Hendrix fan, as well. I was too nervous to tell you."

Suddenly, at the corner of her eye, Loona happened to notice a hole in her wall with an impish eye peering through it. "Goddamnit." Loona opened the door to find that it was indeed her father spying on you both.

"Are you fucking serious?!"

"Loonie! Is he doing anything to you?! You both better be talking about our plans for tonight, or so help me!"

"Maybe if you weren't drilling holes in my fucking wall and watching everything we do, maybe we would get on that! But no, I have to console you at every turn because you think I'm just a stupid fucking whore who opens her legs to every man she sees-"

Blitzo's frantic tone dropped as though he was heartbroken by his daughter's words. "Loona... I don't think that way at all. What is your problem? Am I not allowed to worry?"

"Yeah! Somewhere else!"

"Okay."

Blitzo grabbed a tub of ice cream and a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and went to his room.

Loona was sort of bothered by the way her temper distorts her words. But regardless, she slams her door in frustration and continues onward with you and her's evening.

She growls lovingly, "fuck me, Y/N," and holds onto your neck with her lips.

Without going into too much detail, you two made gentle, graceful love in Loona's bed - beautifully and abiding. Once these hot acts were finished, Loona ended up with a naked, humble being in her bed that she could passionately hold onto until midnight.

About an hour later, however, Loona's worries began to burden her and made her think about what Blitzo could possibly be doing. As you were asleep on your back, Loona climbed over you to put her clothes back on.

Though she was mildly sore from the events that took place previously, this was no problem for her to move around.

Quietly she opened the cracked open door that led to Blitzo's room. The room was dark, and the only light that illuminated it was a horse-shaped lamp that was at its dimmest setting.

"Uh, dad..?"

"What?" He asked with his back turned against her. The wine bottle was half-empty.

"Are you... Ok?"

"If you came to apologize, I forgive you. If you want your space, you can have it."

"No, please don't say that. I still need you in my life, you don't understand. I was just mad. I only hurt you because you hurt me."

"Loona, if you think I am going to kill myself, I'm not. As I said, I forgive you. I am a concerned father and I can't help myself, sometimes. One of these days you will get it."

"Okay, as long as you aren't dangering yourself because of me, I'm glad." Her ears drew back. "I- love- you."

"I love y- wait," he turned around and sobered up quickly. "You just said you loved me!" His tears of joy escaped his eyes like a river.

The imp hopped out of bed to give her a tight little hug. "I love you, too, Loonie! So much! More than every single circle in Hell! I love you!"

His love made her cringe a little, but she accepted it, nonetheless.