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Eric Soult X Reader: Hurt {Light Angst/Fluff}

I've seen so many different spellings for Eric's last name in fanfiction and fanart that I don't know how to spell it anymore... like, Solt, Soult, Surt, Sourt, Sort... why are there so many?! Why do some people use all of them in one fic?! Are we all just confused about this poor, abused boy?!

Song: Hurt by Johnny Cash (I promise I'm not a hick)

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I hurt myself, today... To see if I, still feel.
I focus, on the pain, the only thing, that's real.
The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting.
Try to kill it, all away, but I remember, everything.

Pain. That's all he's ever been allowed to feel, all he's been granted in life... beaten, bitten, hurt. Abuse is the only way he could escape from his own thoughts... being abused, or doing the abusing...

There had never been any source of light in his dull, agonizing life, not once. Not when he was born, not when he killed for the first time, and not even when he was taken in by the men in HOMRA. It was all, somehow, predictable, and it didn't bring his escape... all Eric wants, all he needs, is the sweet sting, the hurt, to help him escape himself, and the demons that hide in the shadows of his mind.

But then, at some point, before he himself even realized it was happening, a small bit of sun, so small it was almost unexistant, invaded the darkness of his past, started clearing away the dreaded darkness that his demons hid within. He met y/n. Although, most wouldn't consider it meeting her.

She'd gotten lost, a Japanese speaking Canadian, desperate to find someone who would help her out, even a little. And then she ran into Eric, literally. At first, the young man had been annoyed that someone had gotten in his way, knocked him just slightly, but then she spoke.

Her voice immediately made him... happier.

Soft, quiet, and utterly confused. It was clear she was thinking over her every word as she said it, her Japanese good for a foreigner, and yet when she asked if he spoke English, and whispered that she was a little lost, with that light chuckle tinging her voice, he knew he had to help. He'd switched into English for her, something he'd never actually done before...

Eric normally only uses it for biting insults at idiots in his way, but for y/n... English became an odd sort of safe haven as soon as he'd heard her start to speak it, completely fluent, and yet still curtious enough to speak a little slower, just in case he needed it.

He gave her the directions she'd asked for, and he'd even walked her to the office building she'd been looking for. As soon as he'd watched her walk past those tall glass doors, the darkness came back, and his heart grew heavy.

Eric felt as though he just lost everything, and as though he let his only chance at truly being loved slip through his fingers.

He'd turned on his heel, stuffed his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans, and started the long walk back to the bar, where he'd convince Izumo to let him drink away his sorrows.

Unbeknownst to him, though, their paths were about to cross again, and stay crossed. She'd become a permanent part of Eric Soult's life, and he'd become a part of her's.

She'd be his sun, wash away all his pain, make him realize that he's much more important than he ever thought he could be, and he'd become her guard, the man who'd bring her down to earth and remind her that sometimes life is hard... somehow, together, they'd manage to share Eric's hurt, and smooth it all out with somewhat unconditional love.