Oh boy here we go, 10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags:
I was tagged by like 6 people: apples-stables, pixelhorses, windforestsso, strawberrystreamfields, everythingelsewastaken135 and graphi-horse-time
Javier Escuella - Red Dead Redemption
Ji Ho - Pond Snail Robber
Ciel Phantomhive - Black Butler
Ydris - Star Stable Online
Scaramouche - Genshin Impact
Nagisa Hazuki - Free!
Olivine - Nu: Carnival
Zhen Hao - My Father-In-Law Is My Wife
Tamaki Suou - Ouran High School Host Club
Shu Yamino - Nijisanji
I really hate mass tagging so if you haven't been tagged yet, here's your ticket
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Uhhhhh i wrote a thing
Tw for nightmares, blood, murder, gay people /jjjj
Why’s it so LONG
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Also I wrote this as a platonic moment but see it however you want ig
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There was silence as Billiam stood infront of his butler.
“I’m tired. I don’t want to be here. Take me out.” Moon mumbled.
“…What?” Was all Billiam could say before what happened next.
He stabbed Moon. He didn’t even have a knife, how did he get one?
‘No. No no no.’
“What did I… do?”
“Sir, come here.”
Billiam didn’t want to, but he walked over to his butler.
‘Why can’t I stop?’
Moon had a clear wound on his chest, which was bleeding out rapidly.
They hugged Billiam. A smile on their face.
“You’re a horrible friend.”
Billiam was crying. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t even know what was going on.
That’s when he woke up.
~*~
He woke up in a cold sweat, and sat up almost instantly, looking around the room and at his hands, no blood.
It was a dream. Just a dream.
“Sir, are you alright?! You’re crying!” Moon asked, concern laced in their voice as they ran to him from the open door.
“Sir, please, is something wrong?! Are you okay? Is there anything I need to do?!” They were visibly concerned, just wanting him to respond.
“It was a dream. It wasn’t real. You’re here. You’re alive.” Billiam’s words were slightly slurred from sleep, tears still streaming down his face. His chest was heaving heavily, breaths short as he looked down at his own hands, shaking slightly. He let himself sink into Moon’s arms.
‘It really was a dream.’ He repeated in his head.
“Shhh, shh, shh. Everything’s okay. I’m here, I am alive, everything will be fine. I’m okay. It’s okay.” Moon mumbled as they hugged Billiam tighter. The two sat in that position for a few moments until Billiam calmed down.
Eventually, Moon left, promising to be right back with a cup of ice water or some cloths to help wipe away the tears. Once they were gone, Billiam collapsed backwards onto his bed. The clock showed 12:34 am.
‘Damn, it’s early. Why was Moon awake? I’ll ask them later.’
He fell asleep again soon after, only waking up because he felt something poking his arm.
“Hmmm? Huh?” His eyes slowly opened. There stood Moon, holding the ice water with a cloth in their hands.
“Here you go sir. If you need anything else, please let me know.” Moon said softly.
“Thanks.” Billiam sighed deeply and sat upright, grabbing the glass of ice water. He took a sip and placed the glass carefully aside.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you require me to call someone else, sir? I understand if you don’t want me to be here-”
“It’s fine, really.” Billiam cut Moon off.
“Just… stay for a bit. Please?” His voice was soft, and his expression was pleading.
Moon stayed silent for a bit before nodding. They moved closer to the bed and sat next to him.
Neither spoke for several minutes, but eventually Billiam broke the silence.
"I'm sorry.” He said quietly.
“Sorry for what?” Moon whispered, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
"For everything. For being a horrible friend."
"You've never done anything wrong to me, sir. Is this because of your nightmare? It’s okay.” Moon tried to lighten the mood. Billiam didn't respond. He closed his eyes, feeling like he was about to cry again. Moon rubbed soothing circles on his arm with their thumb.
"Sir?"
Billiam's shoulders shook. He turned to look at Moon, his face wet with tears.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.” He kept repeating those words over and over again.
Moon pulled him into another hug, rubbing his back gently.
"It's okay, sir. It's okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Billiam cried harder into their arms. Moon didn't mind. They held onto him tightly, rubbing their back slowly to calm him down.
It seemed like hours passed until it finally stopped.
"Sorry I took up so much of your night…”
“Sir, it's alright, really. You don't need to apologize, you weren't doing anything wrong.”
“But I made you worry…”
“Please, don't mention that.” Moon insisted. “Don't apologize. You haven't done anything wrong.”
Billiam nodded slowly, taking in a shaky breath. Moon continued rubbing his back in small circles. Eventually, he settled down and yawned.
"Come on, go back to sleep.” Moon suggested.
Billiam hesitantly laid back against his pillow. As Moon was about to get off the bed, Billiam stopped them by grabbing their wrist.
“Where are you going?” He asked in a hoarse voice.
“Back to bed, obviously.” Moon replied matter of factly.
“…Stay?” Billiam sounded embarrassed, and Moon didn't blame him, but they were already standing up anyway.
“…Sure, I’ll stay.” Moon smiled softly at Billiam. He shifted a little in the bed, making space for Moon to lay down. Moon climbed in next to him, awkwardly wrapping an arm around Billiam's waist.
“Goodnight, sir.” Moon whispered.
“Sleep well.” Billiam responded, turning to face Moon, bonking him in the head.
“Go back to sleep now, sir.” Moon giggled once more before drifting off to sleep.
Billiam didn’t fall asleep until Moon had fallen asleep too, leaving him laying alone in bed for quite some time.
“I could get used to this.”
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