HABIT x Male! Reader

Chapter 8 - Truth

"Wanna see something cool?"
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I raise an eyebrow, interested. "Sure, like a magic trick to something?" I ask. Habit smiles, getting up. "Kind of, let me grab us some drinks first." Habit goes off to the kitchen, grabbing two cups and all the alcohol I have. He sets it all on the counter and makes two very strong drinks, and grabs two beers out of the fridge. Habit comes over, hands me a beer then goes back and grabs my cup. "Trust me it's a shit ton funnier when your drunk." He assures me. I take a sip of what's in the cup and laugh, it's the worst thing I've drank, Habit definitely doesn't know how to mix properly. I get up as Habit begins to down his beer at the counter. I find a bigger cup and fill it half way with some juice blend. Then I pour in the alcohol mix and stir. I take a sip and it goes down much easier. I look over at Habit, he's gulping down his mix faster than I've ever seen him drink anything. I cringe, that's gonna hit him hard. I alternate taking drinks of my beer and my cup. Habit turns around, ready to preform. He pulls out a knife, just a small one, and takes off the sheath. "Ready? This is my favorite thing to do." He lifts the knife into the air, keeping his eyes on it. When his arm is fully extended, he drops the knife. I gasp, I watch his hand dart out and suddenly the knife is gone, it never hit the floor. I look back up, and panic. The knife is through Habit's hand!! "OH MY GOD!" I hastily set down my drinks and grab his hand, looking at the handle one one side, tip of the blade on the other. "Ummm... what do I do? We should go to the hospital!" I say, worried. Habit smiles, "Nah watch this." He turns so his hand is over the sink and wraps his other one around the handle. "Don't pull it out! You'll bleed out!" I shout. Habit laughs and yanks out the knife. He drops in in the sink and turns on the water, letting it run over his wound. The water clears some of the blood and I see his skin quickly knitting together, he's healing in front of my eyes. "What? How did you..." I trail off, amazed. "I'm a demon, remember?" I notice some slurring in his words, the alcohol must be hitting him now. I turn off the water, pulling Habit into a tight embrace. "You dumbass, it doesn't matter if your a demon... I'm still gonna worry about you!" My voice shakes, giving away my emotions. I feel Habits arms wrap around me, he mutters a soft "sorry..." I pull back and look him in the eyes. "Be careful, okay? Now let's get back to drinking, I need to go sit down. You are welcome to join me in the couch." I let him go and grab my drinks, headed to the couch. I hear Habit silently follow suit after pouring himself another drink. I sit down and sigh, my anxiety dulling. Habit comes and sits down next to me, slouching. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I just... you really scared me. I care about you more than you know." I say, looking over. Habit takes a long drink from his cup, then looks at me. "Y/N, I need to tell you something. I haven't been completely honest." He slurs, taking another drink. "Evan is right. I am dangerous. And you should you avoid me. I ate his baby and killed his friend for gods sake..." He looks down at the floor, "I've killed so many people Y/N. I've lost count. I can't even remember most of their names or faces. I've been all around the globe, in all types of evil. Do you remember learning about WWII? Yeah, I possessed Adolf. I've been in Gein, Bundy, all the big names. I'm trying my best to change, but I can't seem to hold back these... habits. I am humanity's bad Habit. And now that I've dragged you into this mess, let you meet Evan and be near Vinny, the fuckin Stick In The Mud is gonna come after you. So will the Rake. I've done nothing but throw you to the wolves, put you in more danger." Habit mutters. "Your better off never having met me at all..." he trails off, slouching further. Tears well in my eyes, my gut tells me to run and run far, but I can't seem to. I can see how much he's hurting. And I can see that he must feel some form of regret. I scoot closer and pull him close, silently letting my tears fall onto his shirt. Habit angles towards me and hugs me tight, his body racked with shivers and silent sobs. We hold each other tightly, slowly calming down. I back up just enough to see Habit's face. "Your right what you have done is horrible." Habits head hangs lower "However, I can tell that it hurts you. And I can tell you are trying to be different. So I'm proud of you. You have come so far, to even be here on this couch. I don't regret meeting you. I know my life would be a hell of a lot more boring with you not in it. So, even with knowing all I do now, I still want you here, with me. We're in it together now, remember?" I lift his face gently and look into his eyes. I lean in, eyes glittering closed as I kiss him. He kisses back, softly at first, then getting more passionate. We kiss like this for a while, hands softly roaming and caressing. I break off for air, my hand meeting his face. I trace small, delicate hearts into his cheek, admiring his eyes. I'd never truly looked at their color. They are a very dark green, almost emerald. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me forward, to lay on top of him on the couch. Our eyes never leave each other. Gently, I begin to kiss his face. His jawline, his cheek, the edge of his mouth. I slowly pepper him with little kisses until he's softly laughing, and has a smile again. I roll off of him, holding his form to mine. I kiss the shell of his ear and pull him closer. He looks back at me, eyes roaming my face. "Y/N?" He whispers. "Yes lovely?" I ask, nuzzling his shoulder. "I-I think I love you." He says, a blush growing on his cheeks. "I think I love you too, Habit." I whisper back, also blushing. We lay there, slowly drifting off.
"Good night my little Rabbit."
"Good night, darling."

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Awwwe! A vulnerable and intimate moment! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did! It's 1149 words. See you later Rabbits! 💜