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banditthewriter · 5 years

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The New Addition - Billy Russo

Prompt: Hey Bandit, can you do an imagine about Billy and Reader adopting a dog or cat from the shelter? (#adoptdontshop) Prompter: Anonymous

I actually adored this? And there’s a little bit of it based on me, Chaotic Neutral, and Nola haha. I hope you like it!

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***** The agreement was that if you moved in with Billy, you could get a pet. It had been in the talks for a while but since you worked from home and his job kept strange hours, you didn't want to be alone in the house for all hours of the day. Both of you ignored your friends who said a baby would keep you busy. That was nowhere near what either of you were interested in for the time being. Maybe in the future, but not yet. So a pet. You had in mind a cute cat that would curl up with you while you worked but apparently he had a different idea. "There was an ad about a purebred dog that someone at Anvil showed me," he explained while the two of you made breakfast together. "I don't remember how much it cost, couple thousand dollars?" That made you balk and you spun around to face him. "We aren't spending a couple thousand dollars on a dog Billy. We are going to a shelter to adopt." The word adopt made Billy's shoulders tense. You moved over to grab the spatula from his and turned him so that he was facing you. "You sure you want to do this? We don't have to get a dog or a cat or anything. We can wait a while." Billy wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you closer. "If you want to adopt every damn animal in the place, we will. I guess I just automatically went to what I usually do and assumed whatever cost the most would be best. But you're in charge for this." You smiled and pressed your lips to his. "I want you to come with me to help me pick. This isn't just gonna be my animal you know. We need to agree on it." He nodded and pressed a kiss to your lips before he went back to cooking. ------ You put your bag down and sighed. You'd gone out of town for two nights and you had missed home. Or maybe you'd just missed Billy. Actually, you probably missed Baxter more. You looked around for the little Boxer puppy but didn't see any sign of him. Usually he came running when someone opened the door. You frowned and moved further into the house. Billy was napping on his back on the couch, an arm thrown over his eyes. Baxter was curled up on his legs, his head propped up on Billy's thigh. He was asleep as well, his paw twitching in his sleep. After taking a few quick pictures, you turned to go grab your bag. A yawn-slash-whine made you turn around. Baxter had woken up and was staring at you with big brown eyes. Was that why you had fallen in love with the puppy? Possibly. "Hey buddy," you whispered as you moved over to him, leaning down to kiss his snout. "You taking a nap with daddy?" "While I'm intrigued by the idea of you calling me daddy while that close to my dick, three's a crowd," Billy said as he raised his arm enough to peek at you. You smacked his thigh and straightened up. Baxter yipped at you, his tail wagging and smacking against the couch. "Thought you weren't going to let Baxter on the couch," you teased as you leaned over to give Billy a kiss. "I stand by not letting him in the bed at least," he said as he hooked his fingers into your collar to pull you down for another kiss. "Welcome home baby." Baxter took that moment to stand up, his paw going right on Billy's family jewels. While Billy groaned in pain, you laughed and picked Baxter up to put him on the floor. "I'm gonna take him outside while you regain your composure," you said through your laughter as you grabbed his leash. Billy's grunt was his only answer. ------ With Billy being gone overseas for a few weeks, you felt better home alone with Baxter. He'd gotten bigger in the few months you'd had him, but he was still a complete teddy bear with you and Billy. He was protective though. The guy that had dropped off a package had learned that firsthand when Baxter had growled at him for simply handing you a package. And it wasn't like it was a dangerous neighborhood, but you couldn't help feel anxious with Billy gone. Baxter helped, but drastic measures had to be taken. There was a growling noise, the bed almost vibrating from the force of it. You immediately rolled over and flicked on a light, just in time to see Baxter jump at the person at the foot of the bed. "Fuck Bax, you're too big for this," Billy said as he caught the dog who immediately started to lick Billy in the face. "Nope, back down. Not the slobber I want to be covered in right now." You laughed and sat up to greet Billy as he knelt on the bed to kiss you. Baxter jumped up onto the bed and got between you, tail wagging happily as he tried to kiss the two of you. "Really Y/N? In the bed with you?" You smiled and scratched Baxter behind his ear. "He's been keeping me safe. You're a good boy, aren't you Baxter? Good boy." Baxter was beside himself with the attention. Billy groaned and grabbed Baxter's collar, prodding him off the bed and leading him to the bedroom door. He shut it softly and then moved back to the bed, ignoring your pout as he leaned in to kiss you. "Billy," you giggled as his hands moved over your body, trying to pull your shirt off. "I've been gone for two and a half weeks. None of my fantasies about returning home to you involved Baxter in bed with us," he said as he pulled his shirt off. He leaned in to kiss you again and you felt him grind his teeth as Baxter started to whine. "No. That dog is not going to ruin my sex life." "Billy," you scolded as you kissed his cheek, "he's just happy to see you after two weeks. You're his human. Come on, I promise to give you a proper greeting tomorrow. Let him back in." Billy groaned again and pressed his forehead to yours. "You're lucky I love you," he mumbled as he got up to open the door once more. Baxter came flying into the room and jumped on the bed. He moved until he was at your side and flopped down, his big brown eyes on Billy as he wagged his tail in content. "Ah hell no. Foot of the bed man, show some respect." With a little nudging, Baxter moved to the foot of the bed. Billy rolled his eyes and finished undressing before he crawled into bed with you. He rubbed Baxter's side before he leaned over to give you a kiss. "You still love me more than the dog, right?" You smiled and gave him another quick kiss before you laid down on his chest. "Most days," you said as you closed your eyes.

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venacoeurva · 6 years

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Aftermath, Chapter 10: A Familiar Coldness

You can read this on AO3 here.

If you are new to this fic, you can start from chapter 1 here. And PLEASE read the tags and the notes at the start of each chapter for content warnings, I am not responsible for your mental health, you are.

This chapter is rated: T (mostly for language)

Terra considers the main personal topics of the month, Isa is angry and kind of a mess(again), Lea is disappointed in Isa (again), and night lights are an important part to a home. This isn't a very action-packed chapter, mostly fleshing out a pathway to future events and to get some of Terra's perspective and concerns before more Isa perspective-centric chapters.

No trigger warnings for this one unless you don't like someone having a panic attack, otherwise it's fairly mild.

The clouds began to cover the world in a blanket of snow, sky a dark gray and quiet as everyone went to their homes.

There were a few persistent things on Terra’s mind as he power-walked back home, them being what Xemnas was up to, was Vanitas acclimating to not having to fight all the time, and if Isa was fine with being called Isa now or if he was just running with it because everyone called him that. It seemed like he’d ask at least him and Lea to call him something else if he wasn’t for being called that, though. He’d have to ask.

Vanitas was still very much a work in progress, as much as any teenager who was originally existing only to become a weapon and was beaten in combat every day. The pain he felt with every Unversed’s demise only made it harder on him. He still mostly avoided everyone sans Ventus, who he was very clingy toward despite proclaiming how annoying he was. His days still comprised of trailing warily after Ven while holding on to some article of clothing which was usually a sleeve or wristband, being angry, and having panic attacks before going to his room for hours. He was very sensitive to being seen crying. So yeah, he had a while and needed to work on a lot to even be remotely functional.

If he was mature enough and comfortable, he could sit down with Isa and discuss their abusive upbringings and find solidarity, but Vanitas definitely wasn’t at the point of discussing that. It wasn’t like Isa was open to just telling anyone about his childhood, either; he’d probably just shut off his feelings again and Saïx-mode would activate.

Speaking of, Saïx mode hadn’t been seen in quite a while. Maybe he was coping with emotions better now, or just better at suppressing them to the point where it wasn't like there was an on-off switch on him.

And then there was Xemnas. It also wasn’t hard to tell he did not like Xemnas—he represented the darkest point of Terra’s existence. He was his own body moving and doing without much of his input, and now he was basically a copy of him with a different personality that budded within his body prior! Xemnas was a walking effigy of trauma for him.

Now, he could sympathize with Isa as to why he was apparently somewhat fond of him, though. What he did not understand was how those feelings coexisted so easily with his plans to casually murder him. Saïx was an enigma, and he would use the useful and discard the impractical if the situation called for it—that was about the best reasoning he could come up with. Also, abandonment issues and patricide.

As time went on, more memories from his time as Xemnas and Xemnas as a separate entity came back to him, and the more he began to comprehend their interactions as well as the thoughts and feelings of the people within his body at the time. He could see the branching off as their heart recovered and Xemnas gained his own sense of self. It seemed only natural for him to do so while his heart formed even if he was going to be strong-armed as a vessel if he didn’t want to comply. Whether he was reluctant or not was debatable, but he has his own motives outside of that whole issue.

Some information was helpful socially, like he remembered that Isa couldn’t lay on his stomach and feel something on his back or else he’d panic and get violent and he had always hated people touching him before he could see them. In retrospect, that made a lot of sense why when he was affectionate he’d be consistently looking at whoever the recipient was or initiated it himself. Prior to remembering this, Terra wasn’t sure if Isa disliked the latter purely because of his jumpiness after moving into the apartment—partially because of what he went through and because his mental breakdown put him in a pretty bad place. That was an easy assumption to make, to be fair.

Other things he could recall were that Braig was very picky with what brushes he could use to tame his hair (no wonder it always looked so silky and free of snarls), Lea would drink basically anything caffeinated but really liked macchiatos and energy drinks that should probably be banned and he was double-jointed, and Vexen could reach incredibly high octaves if you scared him badly enough. The man could be an opera singer or could join a choir.

Regardless, it would be so strange to see Xemnas separate from him, to see someone who was basically an exact clone going about completely independently from him and Xehanort. This wasn’t to say Terra anticipated seeing him; he would greatly prefer he instead melt back into nothingness and everyone could just move on like before he made his not-so-grand return. It wasn’t like he could state this out loud, as it was fairly harsh, but he knew that sentiment could be read from him enough already. Maybe that’s why Isa felt so distant on a personal level; he didn’t feel like he could talk about any of it with him, now. Too much bias and Isa got a sense that discussing him was basically taboo. That kind of hurt.

He knew Isa was in a strange place emotionally, he was showing signs of slipping into a depressive episode again, and he remembered now that Xemnas…well. He knew Isa couldn’t know that—not now. It wasn’t even his place to say it, it was Xemnas’, but he felt responsible in keeping it from him as long as he could if he didn’t already know. There was no benefit for anyone, it would just cause more problems.

He had to wonder if that would bite him in the ass later.

The fluffy snow bounced off him as he continued on and wished the climate was a bit more tropical or arid. At least a hot shower would feel wondrous. Then he’d make dinner after that—it was his turn—and take a nice nap.

He unlocked the door and stepped in, slipping his shoes off by the mat. He heard Lea in the kitchen, voice low. Freezing where he stood, he listened in.

“…I mean, I’m glad you’re doing better but I don’t think you should act like here is the perfect place to cap your recovery off.” Lea sighed.

“How am I doing that?” Isa asked, irritated, “And do you even know what the full extent of what I need to recover from is?”

“Just—why? You were doing so well and getting used to people and all that then you start cutting other people off again!”

“Any improvement from being an antisocial hermit seems like a big one, Lea. It’s plateauing right now since I can function for the most part but I still have incredibly low energy and my depressive symptoms aren’t as manageable knowing I can feel. There’s a burnout in improvement once it’s survivable, and mine happens to be a long but not intense one.”

Isa sighed and continued. “Just because there’s still feelings, too, it doesn’t mean I’m going ahead with it. There’s no guaranteed chance of that. It’s not like he’s the only one, either, and you know that. We simply grew up too much for our relationship to stay romantic and functional, so can you stop blaming this for the reason why I’m not dating you again?”

“How am I using that as an excuse?” Lea sputtered. “I mean, duh, I’m a bit salty he’s an option for you and not me, but that’s not…”

“Why can’t we hold a conversation without this happening?” Isa hissed, half at Lea and half at himself. “Why do you come over like you’re not going to let your jealousy turn into an argument?”

“It’s not jealousy! I’m just worried because, y’know, maybe developing feelings for your former superior who is also kind of nuts is a bad thing.”

“You have some gall to act innocent when you’re part of the reason that’s even an issue now.”

Lea growled, "Seriously?"

Isa stood up, hands slamming hard on the table. “It was your idea to go into that castle, dumbass! And then after that horror show and we were proper traumatized, you just decide to fuck off and abandon me!”

“Your interests weren’t for the better good, by that point, and they weren’t just about getting out! You were emotionally torturing these kids because you saw them as weapons and the fact I was friends with them when we thought we couldn't feel anything. And—and don’t act like I never went back for you! I care about you, but not enough to jeopardize other people I care about.” Lea snarled.

“Well too bad you didn’t stay and we would have gotten the job done before any of that would have happened!” Isa roared, a familiar vibration in his voice that signaled that maybe it was time to step in.

Terra loudly closed the door and could hear them turn in their seats.

“Just me.” He called.

“Ah, hey, dude.” Lea grunted as he casually got out of his seat and walked into the living room, attempting to make his expression as relaxed as possible.

Isa didn’t follow and could be heard sipping something out of a mug with the intensity of a thousand suns.

“Sorry for not being able to catch up with ya, I have places to be.” Lea stated and slipped past Terra.

“Are you sure…?” Terra quietly muttered as he watched him close the door behind him.

He walked into the kitchen to see Isa sat at the table with a rather peeved expression and clenched fists.

Folding his arms, he gave him a sympathetic smile. “I, uh, walk in on something? There was yelling.”

“He’s got the wrong idea, and I wish he’d stop being caught up in the fact I’m not attracted to him anymore. Just because I don’t want to date him doesn’t mean I don’t care about him. That, and he shouldn't get to act like he never caused me pain just because he came back and because I did things wrong, too.”

“It can take a while to process being rejected, especially if it’s someone you used to date and thought you had a chance with again. Plus, a lot has happened with you two--sort of, uh, hurting each other.”

Isa rubbed his temples, shaking his head.

“I can see why you’re kind of reluctant to have him over if that happens every time.” Terra added and went to get a glass of milk.

“He clings to the past too much, and I think he’s jealous but won’t admit it flat-out.”

“I’m sure that’s part of it. He’ll get over it and be bearable to talk to…probably. I think he expected you two to go back to being on really good terms when, well, too much changed and he got out of the pessimistic mindset from earlier and ended up with some hope.”

Isa groaned and sank in his chair, taking another drink.

“He acts like I was the one who abandoned him first.”

“Give him time to cool down and probably a mediator.” Terra reassured, turning to him. “What are you hungry for?”

“I have no real preference. I think I’m going to nap this off. I’m getting a migraine.” Isa uttered.

Terra watched him aggressively shuffle to the couch and lay down. He turned back to the counter and looked over his options. They had a nice new rice cooker, so they could at least have rice to put something on. Maybe stir-fry? No, he wasn’t going to attempt that. He could just bake some potatoes; those kept well for a few hours after being made.

Tying his hair back, he shuffled to the pantry and pulled a few big potatoes out.

How and why did one of the major issues right now end up being relationship drama? He should be thankful for that, but still, why? hopefully that would resolve soon.

“It’s getting pretty dark out.” Isa groggily stated, looking up from his place on the couch and out the big window above it. “I think that snow storm is coming in.”

“At least the weather can decide what it wants to do. By the way, some baked potatoes are in the oven when you want them.” Terra said as he walked by with a laundry basket of his clothes to put away.

“For a few days.”

Terra resumed, walking into the bedroom and sliding open the drawers on his side of the dresser. He set the basket down and flipped the light switch up. The shadows in the corners dissipated and he sat on the floor to fold some pants.

He pursed his lips, deep in thought (and annoyance) about the weather and how uncomfortable it would be to work out in that world if he was going to. It wouldn’t be as bad if the gardens didn’t get so icy.

He stood, and the room went pitch black.

The hairs on the back of his neck prickled, stomach twisted, and electricity shot up his spine. Blood rushed through his ears and the primal fear set in. If he could have seen the room, it would be spinning.

Frozen but his heart beating out of his chest, Terra softly gasped. He felt absolutely trapped, suffocating in the inky dark. Oh no, not again. He expected to feel the pain of a heart ripping forcing its way into his chest, the blue moon glaring balefully down, and watching himself split into two people in succession, but every memory pounced on him at once.

He squeezed his eyes shut so that face wouldn’t be staring at him, but he couldn't quash the images flashing under his eyelids or the feeling of what it was like to fade. Oh, god, he couldn’t breathe. One hand on his chest and the other on his throat, trying to force himself to breathe normally, damnit! His balance was off, head light, and he felt like his legs weighed tons.

“Terra. Breathe.”

A hand slowly pressed onto his shoulder.

He blinked, shivering and wrenching his eyes upward to make some sense of where he was.

“Terra,” Isa murmured as he knelt down, a small flame dancing on his hand, “the power went out.”

“The—oh…”

Using water for electricity was fairly cheap and generally stable, but they had to adapt with the wind, magic, sun, and coal after the fall. There were quite a few blackouts and brownouts already. That was the nice thing about The Castle That Never Was--it didn't have outages.

Isa wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him up onto quaking legs and letting him lean on him. If there's one thing he learned about Terra, it's he reacted well to tactile stimulation when panicking or anxious. It was unusual compared to other people with similar issues to the two of them, but the fact he went a decade with dulled senses and a lack of stimulation made sense of why he found comfort in being touched and being able to feel it fully. Isa was the same way, but he just didn't like being alone in that state.

“It’s warmest in here, so let’s sit on the bed while you calm down and I'll get the extra blankets.”

Isa patted his shoulder and led him around.

“I didn’t think the dark would do that to me.” Terra grunted and sat. "I thought it was the moon."

He gripped the covers under him and took a few slow but deep breaths. Maybe it was both?

Isa sat down next to him. “We could always get one of those dusk-to-dawn nightlights that are hardly bright but are noticeable and have a battery for when the power goes out. We, or I, could go get one today while picking up some other things once you calm down more.”

He dug into his nightstand for a flashlight, adding, “Maybe the power will be back on by the time we get back.”

“Or maybe tomorrow. Look outside, it's snowing pretty hard and I'm sure a lot of places have no power. But I just…can’t believe I’m afraid of the dark.” Terra groaned, tired and sulky.

“To be fair, it’s so dark out and the blinds are closed, it was very abrupt." Isa clicked the light to life. "There's usually some light pouring in from outside, even at night.”

“It’s such a lame thing to be scared of, though, even if there are valid reasons!” Terra sighed, standing back up now that he could get his bearings and it didn't feel like his lungs were going to implode.

Isa patted him on the shoulder again and stepped past to go to the living room. “Terra, I’m scared of walking down stairs with someone somewhat close behind me. Yours makes sense after everything you went through and because it's so much harder to avoid the dark.”

“So does yours…” Terra quietly retorted as he slowly followed after him.

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