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Father knows best chapter 14: Don't give up on me

'I will fight

I will fight for you

I always do, until my heartIs black and blue

And I will stay

I will stay with you

We'll make it to the other side

Like lovers do.

I'll reach my hands out in the dark

And wait for yours to interlock.

I'll wait for you.

I'll wait for you. ~ Don't give up on me, Andy Grammer. {movie: Five feet apart.}

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Possum note: That's right, this book still exists. I didn't forget. Don't worry. Lol.

I've been so sick all week otherwise it would have been posted last week. Had some editing to do for it before posting. Hopefully it's alright. It's really late rn.

⚠️TW: involuntary Regression, talks of abuse, mentioned trafficking lots of hurt feelings, apologizes, regrets, implied self hate, Talks of violence, fear of rejection, hospitals. LMK if I should add.

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~~~M&M: Past:~~~

Millie and Moxxie had the most beautiful wedding.

He's not sure if it was only the most beautiful wedding he's ever seen because it was actually that beautiful…or because it was his.

It didn't really matter, it was the most beautiful in any case.

He's never been so happy in his entire life!

…but he's also never been more terrified either.

Millie would be in huge danger if they were ever found out.

He has absolutely no doubt that she could handle herself if anyone came after them, but that didn't mean he felt okay about that possibility.

“I wish my parents could've been here to see this.” Millie says as they lay in their bed at the hotel room.

“I know. Me too.” He says, laying down next to her.

The two of them stare at the ceiling…

“Did you tell your pa we got married?” Millie asks.

“Yeah, he says congratulations.” He lies.

Millie smiles. “That was nice. When do I get to meet him?”

“I don't know.” Moxxie says. “He’s just really busy. He's never really had time for family stuff…not since…”

“Your ma?” Millie asks.

Sure.

“Yeah.” He says.

“Do you think she would have liked me?” Millie asks.

“She would have loved you.” Moxxie tells her…

…It's the truth…he thinks.

But sometimes, you have to make up your own truth. “She would have been very happy for us.” He says. “She would have loved to be here.”

He tried so hard to imagine what it would have been like if she were here…

There's a good version…and a bad one.

In the good fantasy, she helped Millie get ready, told her how happy she was that Moxxie was happy…like the movies.

She'd give Millie the pearls she wore at her wedding, a gift from her mother.

And Millie would wear them, even if they're not really her style.

Millie is a badass, but she's also so kind and polite. Even if Moxxie tried to say something, Millie would insist she wear them.

‘I'm wearing them. They're the…most beautiful pearls I've ever seen in my entire life and I'm honored.’

‘Millie, you don't have to-’

‘Shut up, I'm wearing them!’

His mother would turn to Moxxie and tell him to treat Millie well because she deserved the world…because she does.

She absolutely does.

She deserved everything from him. Every good thing he could give.

Since he was already imagining, his father and Alessio would be there too…

His father would tell him that he made his father proud, that he found a good one.

Alessio would hand them the rings at the ceremony with a proud smile on his face.

But…

Then, there was the real version…

What would really happen if they were all there…

His mother would beg him not to do it.

‘Don't ruin Millie's life like your father did mine, please. She deserves better than this.’

She'd warn Millie not to go through with it.

His father would call him a miserable failure, he'd definitely put a stop to the wedding before it could actually happen…

Alessio would pull him away before the ceremony so that Millie would think he just stood her up.

They'd lock him up for a few days, and his mother would tell him it was all for the best.

“Honey?” Millie asks him, pulling him out of those dark thoughts. “Are you okay?”

….He decided he'd stick with the fantasy.

Moxxie smiles at her. “I'm okay. I love you so much.” He tells her, taking her hand.

“I love you too.” She says. She kisses Moxxie with such passion and devotion that he could feel nothing but happiness and love for her.

She was his family now…

No one else matters.

They're okay. And he’ll do everything to make sure of that.

~~~Present:~~~~

They arrive at the hospital to bring M&M in.

Stolas was already there at the door waiting for them.

Once they are parked, Stolas starts barking orders at the hospital staff, knowing he'll need to use his authority to get them to help the imps. Imps aren't exactly a priority otherwise.

Blitzø gets out of the van quickly so they can get to Millie first.

“Blitzø! Are you alright?” Stolas asks once he's out of the van, taking his wrist so he can look the imp over quickly to examine his burns and scars.

“I'm fine, M&M are the ones who need help.” Blitzø explains. “Millie was shot, and Moxxie- I don't really know what's happening with him to be honest with you. But he's not… doing okay.”

Stolas tells the staff to get Millie out of the van. “She needs help first, and then these two.” Stolas gestures to Moxxie and Blitzø once Moxxie is also out, along with Loona and Sallie May.

The staff nods and they immediately tend to Millie.

Blitzø sighs. “Stolas-”

“Shush.” Stolas says to Blitzø before turning his attention back to the staff. “And check those two as well.” He says, pointing at Loona and Sallie May. “No one is leaving this hospital until you're sure everyone is alright.” He says.

“Yes, sir. We'll get her in and fixed up, if everyone else can please wait in the waiting room.” One of the doctors says to them.

Stolas gestures for Blitzø to sit in the waiting room first, face firm in case he tries to argue again.

Blitzø does as Stolas tells him, but he doesn't like it! He hates hospitals! Stolas knows that!

His little self is creeping out, small thoughts of how mean Stolas is for making him do this, it's not fair-

Now is not the time to be small, Blitzø!

He tried to get himself out of it, thinking of big things…

Uhm taxes…

Paperwork…

Muder?

Stolas attempts to comfort Blitzø by placing a gentle hand in his.

Blitzø looks at their hands, then smiles and lightly squeezes Stolas's.

He's not really helping the smallness. But he does appreciate it.

Suddenly, someone shoves a clipboard at him. Not violently, but suddenly. “Just some paperwork for you to fill out. Where do I give Millie's?” One of the nurses asked.

Blitzø blinks. “Uh.”

“I got it.” Stolas says, taking the clipboard.

“You know nothing about Millie.” Blitzø says once the nurse is gone.

“You're doing it.” Stolas says. “I don't think Moxxie is in the right headspace for it.”

“No kidding.” Blitzø mumbles, taking the clipboard from him.

He finishes his and then does his best to fill in Millie's…

But he doesn't know everything about her…

Sigh…

He needs Moxxie's help.

He looks up at the white haired Imp, just staring at his own clipboard, eyes looking dead.

This was all his fault…

Why didn't he just ask Stolas for help sooner?

Moxxie deserves a lot better.

~~~Moxxie and Blitzø:~~~~

Moxxie sat down by himself across from Blitzø, but far enough away from him and Loona. He really just wants to be alone right now…

But he also doesn't. He doesn't really know.

The nurse handed him some paperwork, and he set it aside immediately, he didn't want to see a doctor…he just wanted it all to be over.

He wishes he didn't exist.

But not with his father…

Or with him? It would be easier if he was there instead.

No.

No, that would not be better, that's manipulation talking. Not the truth.

He wants to be here.

Okay not here…but better here than there he supposed.

He has a clipboard in his hands…

He looked at the other one that he just set aside, then looked down at it and realized it wasn't the hospitals…it was the list of all the littles that were trafficked by his father.

He doesn't even remember grabbing it. He flips it open and looks through the many names…

He carefully reads them…looks like most of those who were trafficked are in pride.

Makes sense, probably sinners since they can't adopt littles of their own.

For good reasons, he's sure.

Sick fucks.

“Moxxie?”

Moxxie looks up at Blitzø who was looking at him with what appeared to be nervousness.

He blinks…is he sure it's Blitzø?

Blitzø hands him another clipboard, there's too many clipboards.

“I tried filling it in as best as I could but I don't remember Millie's blood type.” Blitzø says. “Or birthday.”

Moxxie doesn't respond, only looks over the unanswered questions and fills them out real quick.

Blitzø sits next to him. “Hey…”

Moxxie looks back at his boss.

Blitzø sighs, he knows Moxxie is not okay, but he wants to ask anyway! What's a way to ask that isn't so…obvious?

“How uh- how you holding up?” Blitzø asks, hoping that was an okay way of asking.

Moxxie shrugs, expression not changing. “I don't know…I'm-”

He thinks it over, not sure what to say.

He gives up, finishing Millie's paper work before moving on to his own.

“Look…Mox, I'm so sorry for what happened today- I didn't mean to start that fire…” Blitzø takes a second to breathe, not wanting to think about how…

How familiar it all felt.

He often wished he just apologized to Fizz that day, he wasn't about to make the same mistake with Moxxie.

Moxxie doesn't say anything, so Blitzø continues: “I could have saved you earlier if I had just accepted help from Stolas. I don't know why I didn't I guess I just-”

Moxxie raises an eyebrow. “Did- did you just apologize to me?” He asks.

Blitzø looks at Moxxie, confused. “...Yes?”

“You've- I don't think you've ever done that before.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø hums. He looks away from Moxxie. “Yeah…pretty sure I owe you at least five thousand apologies at this point.” He says. “Sorry it took so long to finally hear one. I've been awful to you. I'm awful to everyone…it's not a excuse, that would be the worst defense actually…I just-”

“That's two.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø scoffs. “Shut up, please? I'm being serious.” He says, slightly amused by Moxxie, but not wanting to admit it.

“Serious too? Wow. Lots of new behaviors from you today.” Moxxie says, not mean or sarcastic, just…teasingly?

“Forgive me for being a little remorseful.” Blitzø rolls his eyes in annoyance, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair.

“Vocabulary improved too.” Moxxie says.

“Okay, we're done talking about me.” Blitzø says, same annoyed tone.

“Stolas must be a good influence on you-”

“Moxxie!” Blitzø shouts, not in a mean way, just loudly to show his seriousness.

Moxxie chuckles. “I'm sorry, I'm done. I'm just…I don’t know. I can't take anything seriously right now. Everything is so fucked up, I don't really know how to react to anything right now.

Blitzø nods. “Yeah…I get that.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you, sir.” Moxxie says, catching Blitzø a little off guard.

“Blitzø.” Blitzø corrects, not sure how else to respond.

Moxxie nods. “I’m sorry I lied to you, Blitzø. I know I should have told you the truth before, but it was just- I- well…”

“Moxxie…you have nothing to apologize for, alright? You didn’t do anything wrong. I wouldn’t have told me either, are you kidding?” Blitzø asks. “You didn't know what kind of person I was. And even when you did, it didn't really matter. Besides, I sorta figured you were a little anyway.” Blitzø admits.

“Really?” Moxxie asks. ”It was that obvious?”

“Well, it was always a question in the back of my mind. The point is, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and just because I know for sure now, doesn’t mean I’ll treat you any different.” Blitzø explains.

“Thank you, s- uh Blitzø.” Moxxie says. “But-“

“What?” Blitzø asks.

“Crimson threatened your family, he threatened I.M.P! Even if he is…-” He can't bring himself to say it. “I bring danger wherever I go! What if the rest of my family decides to find me? What if they-”

Blitzø grips his shoulders again. “Moxxie, my family is safe. We’re fine. Everyone is okay. If they’re not, we’ll deal with it. This isn’t your fault.” He says.

“But I should never have let it get that far in the first place! You saved me from being homeless, you helped me escape prison, saved me from my family, twice now- you don’t deserve this!” Moxxie says.

“Moxxie, we’re friends. We fight shit together. Besides, this was nothing I couldn’t handle.” Blitzø says. “We escaped prison together, we started I.M.P together, we fought the human government! There's nothing we can't do. And Millie? She could do it all without us, but she has us: we can handle anything that's thrown our way so long as we got each other's backs.”

“Moxxie nods. “Thanks, Blitzø.”

“Don’t mention it.” He says. “Well, since I now know your secret…I guess it's only fair you know mine.”

“Are you going to tell me that you're a little too?” Moxxie asks him.

Blitzø sighs. “Yup.”

“I figured.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø shrugs. “Well, littles kinda have a weird sixth sense about these things.” Blitzø says.

Moxxie nods. “Yeah... “It doesn't change how I feel about you either.” He says reassuringly.

“Thanks, Mox.” Blitzø doesn't smile, but Moxxie knows that he was happy to hear it.

“I need to apologize to Millie.” Moxxie says. “But, I don't know how.”

Blitzø nods. “Yeah, that won't be a fun one. But, it'll be fine.”

“What if she never forgives me?” Moxxie asks.

“She will.” Blitzø says.

“She shouldn't.” Moxxie argues.

“She will.” Blitzø says again, a little louder.

“I didn't mean to cause all of this.” Moxxie says.

“Moxxie, stop. You didn't cause this.”

“Stop saying that.” Moxxie says. “Because I did.”

“I will stop once you stop blaming yourself, it was my fault more than it was yours; You didn't ask to be kidnapped or to be forced into your father's creepy mind games.” He says. “You're the victim in case you haven't noticed.”

Moxxie looks as if he's about to say something else…but he doesn't.

While they were talking, Stolas had taken all the paperwork to the nurse.

“Moxxie Knolasname?” The nurse called. “The doctor will see you now.”

Moxxie stands up.

“Good luck.” Blitzø says.

Moxxie smiles at him. “Thanks, Blitzø.”

Moxxie looks at him for a moment, as if there was something more he wanted to say…

But he didn't.

~~~Blitzø and Loona:~~~

After the conversation with Moxxie, Blitzø got started on his next apology…

He moved to sit down next to his daughter, the guilt eating at him alive…

“What do you want?” Loona sighs.

“I didn't mean to worry you, Loony.” Blitzø says. “I know I messed up.” He says.

Loona sighs. “We could have lost Moxxie.” She states.

“Loon-”

She holds up a finger. “I couldn't lose you both. I couldn't live with that. You're my father, dude. You're supposed to be there, I still need you around!” She shouts, trying not to be too loud, but she's so angry, she can't help it.

Blitzø takes a deep breath. “I know, I'm sorry. I just-”

“You need to take care of yourself!” Loona says. “I'm not losing another parent.” She says.

“Loona, you're not-”

Loona starts tearing up. “This was all my fault…” she whispers.

“What?” Blitzø asks, he hasn't seen her cry in a while…he's not sure what to do.

“I was supposed to be watching him, I couldn't track him down, I've been so awful to him!” Loona cries outwardly now.

“Hey.” Blitzø rests a hand on her shoulder. “Loona, this was not your fault…do you hear me?” Blitzø asks.

Loona nods. “Yeah.”

“Good. It wasn't your job to take care of Moxxie, he's a grown man.” He says. “I never should have put that on you. I never thought it would go this far.”

“...I couldn't track him.” She says.

“It was impossible to track him. Why would I expect the impossible from you?” Blitzø asks. “That's ridiculous.”

“You don't get it.” Loona says. “It's the one thing I'm good at, the only thing I'm good for, isn't that why you adopted me!?” She asks.

Blitzø's eyes widened. “What?! Of course not! Loonie-”

Loona turns away.

“No, look at me, Loonie.” Blitzø tells her. “You are my daughter. You mean way more to me than your physical abilities. I know you. You're smarter than you think you are, you're hilarious, driven, you hide everything behind sarcasm and anger but I know how passionate you are, how you want way more than anyone could or has ever offered. Loona…you matter to me. I love you. I saw that you had so much to offer the world and deserved a better chance, that's why I adopted you. No other reason.”

Loona looks at him.

“I went into that pound to find a hellhound for I.M.P. but…my motives changed once I saw you.” Blitzø explains further.

Loona smiles.

She wants to thank him, tell him that she loves him too…

But…

She really doesn't want to cry again.

Loona wipes away the tears quickly and stands up. “I'm gonna go get some real Coffee, want some?” Loona asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. “No, my nerves are bad enough right now.” He says, half joking.

Loona smiles and nods. “Yeah.” She turns to Stolas, who was a decent distance away. “Take care of him?”

Stolas smiles at her, then at Blitzø. “Always.”

~~~Stolas and Blitzø: a few minutes later:~~~

“Okay, Mr Blitzo. We're ready for you.” Someone suddenly says.

Blitzø's breathing fastens as his chest feels this horrible- horrible pain.

He was doing so well, but now he either wants to cry or kill every nurse and doctor in this damn place!

“Is it alright if I accompany him?” Stolas asks.

“I suppose so, if he's okay with that.” The doctor says.

“Blitzø?” Stolas asks him for clarification. “Is it alright if I go with you?”

Blitzø nods, taking Stolas's hand. “Please.”

He's feeling small…he can't fight it anymore. He needs Stolas there!

Stolas smiles. “Come on.” He leads Blitzø to the doctor's office.

They get a few strange looks, but no one questioned why he went with the imp.

“Take a seat please.” The doctor tells him.

Blitzø climbs up on the hospital bed and sits down, still holding Stolas's hand.

He's kicking his little feet anxiously and his eyes are showing off innocence.

Stolas realizes he's small now, and he gives Blitzø a worried look.

“Alright, Mr Blitzø. What happened here?” The doctor asks.

Blitzø doesn't answer, he just bites down on one of his claws.

“There was a fire.” Stolas says softly, taking Blitzø's hand out of his mouth.

“Is he a little?” She asks Stolas.

Stolas feels a cold sweat as the imp is reaching for him, asking for some comfort.

“Well, I want to say no.” Stolas says.

“Stowes.” Blitzø whispers loudly, it's cute he thinks the doctor can't hear that.

“He's a secret little then?” She asks. “I get those more often than you'd think. I promise I won't say anything.” She says. “It's not really any of my business.”

“Oh.. Thank you, I appreciate that.” Stolas says.

She gently and carefully touches Blitzø’s face.

Blitzø flinches and moves away from her.

“Hey, it's okay, sweetie.” She says.

Blitzø whines, reaching and clawing at Stolas to get away.

Stolas takes his hands carefully. “Blitzø, calm down, please. She's not going to hurt you, I promise I wouldn't let her do that.”

Blitzø does believe Stolas, but that didn't make him any less afraid!

His breathing continued rapidly as soft whines escaped him as she examined his wounds.

She looks them over and carefully bandages him up. “He'll be fine, there's gonna be quite a few new white marks on him, but-”

“But he'll be alright?” Stolas asks.

She nods. “Oh yeah, he'll be fine.” She turns to Blitzø. “You'll have to keep those bandages on for a bit until they're fully healed, okay hun?” The doctor asks. “Replace them every day or so, or whenever you think you need to.”

Blitzø doesn't answer her, just stares at her with fear and skepticism.

Stolas speaks up. “I'll make sure he takes care of himself. Don't worry.”

She smiles. “You're so lucky to have such a good caregiver.” She says, handing Blitzø a lollipop.

Blitzø takes it, reluctantly, biting the plastic and deciding its gross.

Stolas shakes his head as he takes the lollipop and unwraps it for him. “No, I'm the lucky one.”

“Is that your daddy?” The doctor asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. “Mm no. Dats my Stowes.”

Stolas pets his head. “Is there somewhere we can go until he's out of his headspace?” Stolas asks.

“Of course. There's a quiet room outside. Walk down the hall. It's the one with the koala on the door.” She says.

“Thank you.” Stolas smiles.

~~~Moxxie and Sally May.~~~

“You alright?” Sallie May approached Moxxie once he got out of the doctors office, she handed him a coffee from the machine.

“I'm fine.” Moxxie says, taking the coffee. “Thanks.”

“The coffee here sucks.” She says. “I'm getting some real coffee after they tell us Millie's not fucking dying.”

Loona offered to get her one, but she turned her down, not knowing the wolf well enough to trust her with her drink.

Moxxie’s breathing fastens at that moment, thinking about Millie and the state she's in!

“Woah, chill out. She's fine, she's survived worse than this.” Sallie tells him.

“I know, I know. I know she's fine, I just-”

“You're worried, I get it.” Sallie says. “I am too…”

They were quiet for a few minutes,

“So. You're a little?” Sallie May asks.

Moxxie nods, it was weird admitting it. “Yeah, so?”

“So, how'd you fake the test?” She asks.

“My father made me.” Moxxie says. “Hypnosis works wonders on the mind.”

Sallie May hums, understandingly.

“How about you?” Moxxie asks back.

Sallie's eyes widened. “What?”

“I've known since I first met you.” Moxxie says.

“You've never said anything...” Sallie says, shifting awkwardly.

“It's not really my business.” Moxxie says.

Sallie licks her lips. She has never talked to anyone about it…ever. Not even Millie or her brothers.

“You don't have to answer.” Moxxie says. “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

She looks away from him, appreciating his sensitivity, she supposed.

She's not sure if it was the situation or the fact that Moxxie is a little that makes her want to, but she does want to tell him. “...It was hard after I came out.” She explains, not entirely sure why, but she thinks she can trust him. “My parents didn't really…get it. I mean, they were fine with me being myself, they tried to be supportive. But, it was so stressful! Everyone was treating me like- like I changed but I didn't! I dyed my hair and changed my clothes, and they acted like I was a complete stranger they didn't even know!”

Moxxie nods.

Sallie took some deep breaths. The only one who treated her the same was Millie, their rivalry didn't change a bit…and it was amazing!

‘Thanks for not…you know, treating me like a complete stranger.’

‘You're not a stranger, I always knew who you were, an annoying, stubborn, badass bitch. I think…you're brave. Being honest about who you are isn't always easy. Especially with our parents.’

It was a small compliment that they barely lingered on…

But it meant the world to Sallie…

“After that I- I just- I didn't know how to tell them that I was a regressor too. So, I didn't. I studied that test for months to make sure I didn't get a regressor classification… I just couldn't do it.”

Moxxie nods. “Yeah…I get that.” Moxxie sayd. “I don't know how I'm going to face it.”

“Face what?” She asks.

“The rest of my life.” Moxxie says.

“I've been there, trust me. Sometimes being yourself is harder than the fake version you've invented…but that ain't livin.” She says.

“But I've been pretending my whole life.” Moxxie says. “I don't even know where the facade ends and I start. I feel like I've been broken for so long…and I'm just pretending I'm all put together.”

“It's okay to not be, you know, it's okay to not be alright. It's alright to be a little broken. Everyone is a little…”

“People always say that, but they never mean it.” He says.

“I do…” She takes a sip of coffee then turns to him. “Suffer.” She says, snarkily.

Moxxie rolls his eyes.

“Seriously though, let yourself feel. Those who really matter will be there. “

“You need to learn to take your own advice.” Moxxie says.

Sallie shrugs. “But I worry no one in my family really matters.”

“We do.” Moxxie says. “Millie and I will be there for you regardless of what your family says. But you should give them a chance to care before assuming they won't be supportive.”

Sallie May scoffs. “You need to learn to take your own advice.”

“Moxxie, you can see your wife now.”

Moxxie feels a sharp pain of guilt hit his heart…

He takes a deep breath.

“It'll be alright.” Sallie May promises.

But there's no way she can know that…

Moxxie nods anyway and stands up.

“Moxxie?”

“Yeah?”

“Don't tell Millie about me.” She says.

“I wouldn't do that.” Moxxie says. “I promise your secret is safe with me.”

~~~Stolas and Blitzø:~~~~

Blitzø and Stolas find the quiet room.

The sign on the door wrote: ‘Quiet room/Sensory-friendly room. Please be respectful.’

The room was a beautiful blue color, and the lighting was soft as was the music that was playing inside.

There were toys in the center of the room, and beautiful shelves that were sorted nicely and labeled.

-Fidgets

-soft toys.

-paper

-towels

-wipes

-headphones.

It was a paradise for any little one, or for those who deal with sensory issues, anxiety, or those who are autistic.

It had everything they could possibly need.

Stolas set Blitzø down next to him in the seating area. “Are you doing alright?” Stolas asks him.

Blitzø shrugs, climbing back onto Stolas’s lap.

“Do you want to go home?” He asks, petting the imp’s head.

Blitzø shakes his head and whines through the lollipop in his mouth, hugging Stolas tight.

“Would you like to stay with me tonight?” Stolas asks him.

Blitzø nods. “Scay.” He says through the lolly.

Stolas kisses the top of Blitzø's head. “Alright, you can stay with me. As long as you'd like, little one.”

“Stowes?” Blitzø asks, taking the candy out of his mouth.

“Yes dear?”

“M’ in twoble?”

Stolas tilts his head. “Of course not, darling. Why would you think that?”

“I ‘pose ta be big.” He says.

Stolas kisses the top of Blitzø's head. “You can't help that, darling. You had such a big stressful day today. Besides, the doctor isn't going to say anything. Even if she did, I promise I would never let anything bad happen to you. Alright?”

Blitzø nods. “Stowes?”

“Yes?”

“Hawts.” He whines, resting his head against Stolas's chest.

“I know, dear. I promise it'll get better.” Stolas holds him gently, avoiding his more sensitive areas. It was hard but he found a comfortable enough position to hold the imp before the little one fell fast asleep.

~~~Millie and Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie hesitates a moment before entering Millie's room.

What can he say?

He lied to her, hid his true self, his family, and dragged her into all of it.

His head was spinning and he felt so cold…

The doctors had prescribed him anti-anxiety medication and gave him the number to a therapy clinic.

That's what he needs. Drugs and strangers to talk to about what happened.

Right now he wishes he could take the drugs.

And talking to a stranger would be easier than talking to Millie right now …

Which hurts…because Millie is his favorite person to talk to.

He takes a deep breath and opens the door.

“Moxxie!” She smiles, lively as ever. She acts as if she didn't lose a shit ton of blood from her wound.

“Hi.” Moxxie smiles. “How are you feeling?”

Millie reaches for Moxxie's hand and pulls him forward, hugging him tightly. “I'm so glad you're safe. Are you hurt at all?”

Moxxie shakes his head. “I'm fine Millie. I'm not hurt. I'm okay.”

Millie sighs with relief. “Good.”

There was a few minutes of silence between the two…now that they both know the other was fine… there was room for other thoughts.

“Moxxie?” Millie asks, voice a bit hesitant, but determined as well.

Moxxie looks at her. “Yeah?”

Millie looked up at her husband sadly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks him. “I would have understood. I don't under-”

“Millie…” Moxxie turns his head slightly away from her. “Can we maybe not talk about this right now?” He interupts.

“I’m your wife!” Millie says. “How could you not tell me? I am always here for you, how could you think that I-” Millie takes a deep breath. “What did you think I would do to you?”

Moxxie shakes his head. “Nothing, I just-” he really didn’t want to talk about it…he wanted to forget it.

“Moxxie?” Millie asks. “Are you alright?”

Moxxie shakes his head again. “She was right. I never should have dragged you into this. I'm sorry.”

“Who's she?” Millie asks.

Moxxie gets up and walks around the room a bit. He doesn't know why, he just has to move!

“Moxxie?” Millie asks.

“Do you need anything?” He asks. “Are you hungry or need another pillow?”

“I need answers.” She says simply.

She doesn't understand any of this…what was going on!?

Moxxie sighs. “Millie…please?”

Millie nods. “Alright. I'm- I'm sorry. You're right. It can wait, I'm just-”

Moxxie takes her hand. “You don't have to be…I'm the one who's sorry.” Moxxie says.

Millie smiles at him. “It's okay.” She says. “You didn't do anything wrong, hun. I'm not mad at you.”

“Really?” Moxxie asks. “You're not mad?”

“Of course I'm not mad. I'm confused, maybe a little hurt, but I'm sure you have your reasons, right?” Millie asks him.

Moxxie nods.

Millie reaches to touch Moxxie's face. “I love you so much. You know that, don't you?”

Moxxie nods. “I know. I love you too.”

Moxxie sighs and he's suddenly very unable to stand still, fidgeting, needing something to do.

“Hun?” Millie asks.

Moxxie looks at her. “Yeah?”

“Can you get me a glass of water?” She asks.

Moxxie smiles and nods. “Yeah. Thanks, Millie.” He says, about to leave the room.

“And Moxxie?”

He stops. “Yes, Millie?”

“Whatever the answer is- when you're ready…it'll be okay.” She promises. “We'll work this out together. Like we always do.”

Moxxie nods. “Okay…”

He leaves to get her the water.

And Millie sighs once she's alone again.

It was hard to accept. But she trusts Moxxie.

Sometimes trusting someone means not getting all the answers right away.

Even when it's killing you.

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'And I will hold

I'll hold onto you

No matter what this world'll throw

It won't shake me loose'

Cause I'm not givin' upI'm not givin' up,

No not yet

Even when I'm down to my last breath

Even when they say there's nothin' left

So don't give up on me

I'm not giving up,

No not me

Even when nobody else believes

I'm not goin' down that easily

So don't give up on me.'

Don't give up on me, Andy Grammer. {movie: Five feet apart.}

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Possum: One more chapter, one more chapter!! Then we get lotsa Moxxie fluff! Hang in there guys!!! Lol 😆

Hope you guys liked this chapter okay. It's not anything special, the next one will hopefully be better.

At least we know about Sallie now! What do you guys think of her being a regressor? Lmk.

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Father Knows best 15: The end ❤️‍🩹

Possum: TW: Talks of death, parent dying, forgiveness, self hatred, talking of abuse, implied suicide attempts, manipulation, killing.

Lmk if I should add.

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"I was born in a messed up century

My favourite flavoured sweets are raspberry amphetamines

I bought a car, Beretta, age 16

I brush my teeth with bleach

'Cause I ain't got time for cavities

My daddy put a gun to my head

Said, "If you kiss a boy I'm gonna shoot you dead"

So I tied him up with gaffa tape

And locked him in a shed

Then I went out to the garden

And I fucked my best friend." -YoungBlud, Parents

~~~M&M: 1 week later~~~

Moxxie and Millie walk back into their apartment. “Careful, watch your step.” Moxxie tells her.

“Moxxie, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.” Millie says. “I've had worse.”

“You always say that, and it always concerns me.” Moxxie tells her as he helps her to the couch.

Not that she needed help, it was her shoulder that was hurt, not her leg.

Millie was finally home after a week of staying in the hospital, and Moxxie was insisting she rest some more? Hell no! She's done with that shit!

The doctors said she'd be just fine, she just has to give it time to heal but Moxxie of course was way more protective of her than they were…

It did make her feel so special though, when he fussed over her like this.

She loved it…

But now..?

“Can I get you something?” Moxxie asks her. “Anything?”

“I'm okay.” She says, looking up at Moxxie, wondering how to say what she needs to.

How does she start the conversation?

He's been avoiding it all week, telling her that he just wanted her to relax and not stress out.

“Okay…” Moxxie paused for a moment, Millie looking at him as he looked at her back with blinking eyes that spoke volumes. “No, actually I think I should get you something. Water? Food? Are you hungry? I know you hate hospital food, honestly who doesn't?” Moxxie asks. ”It's awful.”

“Mox-”

“I'll make you some dinner.” Moxxie says. “Anything you want? I can make spaghetti, or some-”

“Moxxie.” Millie interrupts him, a little louder.

Moxxie holds his arms, anxiety rising. “Yes?”

“We need to talk about it.” She says. “You can't avoid it forever, honey.”

Moxxie looks at the floor, acting oblivious. “Talk about what?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Moxxie? Was your dad right? Do you find it hard to trust me?” She asks. “Did I do something?”

Moxxie sighs, dropping his head. He hated to admit it…but she's right. They needed to talk about it. Especially if Millie is that worried.

He paced around the room for a second, trying to find the words…

“Millie…I do trust you, I trust you more than I trust myself! I didn't mean for any of this to happen, I didn't want to lie! You just…you have to understand, the hardest thing I ever had to do was be a kid. I had to live through all of that-that- bullshit constantly with a smile on my face!” The second he started explaining, it felt like a flood of emotions was escaping out of him and he couldn't stop it. “Nothing I did was good enough, my feelings were muted, my opinions didn’t matter; I was nothing but an accessory to them. I watched as everything I loved either died or betrayed me! I had to rely on bad people in order to survive long enough to live.”

Moxxie paused for a moment, looking away. “And I almost didn’t”

Millie looks at him with even more concern.

“And…My regression is a reflection on all of that trauma, all their lies. I try to be okay, I try to keep it all hidden deep down inside; but the kid inside keeps it all close in hopes there’s some good in it. He trusts the ones who hurt him the most! And I promised not to be like that but…”

“Mox-”

Tears fell down his face as he continued, his breathing rapid, and his movement showing panic by the way his arms shook while he kept swaying back and forth: “And if I regressed in front of you, I knew it would only show you how weak and broken I truly am! How much I didn't actually get over. I just wanted to be okay for you, Millie. I didn’t want to be your problem. I just wanted to be okay so we can be happy! So you wouldn't have to worry about me all the time! So you could…so you could be happy!”

Tears filled Millie’s eyes as she got up from her seat.

“I'm sorry I lied to you!” He cries, attempting to hold himself still. “I'm sorry I got you into this mess without telling you, giving you the choice or- at least an idea of what to expect! I never meant to hurt you! I swear I-”

Millie placed her good hand on his shoulder so he would look up at her. “Moxxie, it's okay! I’m okay, and you're okay. That’s all that matters- Look at me.” She says the moment he looks away. “You are not weak, Mox. You are so much stronger than you can ever see, or what they see. If anything, your regression proves that. It proves you’re a survivor, and a fighter. Do you hear me?” She asks.

Moxxie nods, tears falling down his own face, breathing still violent, but he's showing signs of relaxing.

“Baby, I’m here for you. You don’t have to worry about looking weak to me because you are the strongest person I know.” She says. “I don't know how you survived all of that…but I'm so proud of you, and I'm going to help you get through this, you're not alone anymore.”

Moxxie smiles. “Thanks for saying that, Millie. But, I'm not that strong…”

“You are strong. Why do you think I married you?” Millie asks him.

“You mean it wasn’t because I helped you win the mud fight against your siblings?” Moxxie asks, jokingly.

Millie chuckles. “That was pretty amazing, I will admit. But your emotional strength, your resilience, your heart…Mox, there's no one in this world like you, no one stronger or more deserving of love… It's a privilege to love you the way I get to.” She admits. “I am so happy with you. No matter what happens because I have you.”

Moxxie smiles, crying more now, this time for happier reasons.

Millie kisses him softly and then they hug each other again, this time staying that way in silence until his breathing is normal-er.

“There’s a lot we have left to discuss, you know?” Millie says to him.

Moxxie frowns and nods. “Yeah, I know.”

Millie sighs, breaking the hug to look at him. “Things…they have to change. We can't keep living like this- you can't keep living like this.”

Moxxie nods, looking away from her. “A lot has to change.” He says softly.

“What does that mean?” Millie asks him.

Moxxie shakes his head. “Don't worry about it. I just… There's a lot I need to re-evaluate.” He says.

Millie nods. “You've been through a lot…let's just focus on one thing at a time. Okay?” She asks. “You don't have to fix everything at once.”

Moxxie nods, he knows that's probably what he should be doing…

Focusing on getting better,

Focusing on therapy,

Focusing on coping…

But he needed to think of the others,

He needed to talk to Blitzø,

He needs to undo all the damage that's been done! How can he focus on himself if other people are still getting hurt?

“Moxxie?” Millie asks him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He looks at her. “Yeah?”

“You're worth worrying about.” She says. “Please don't hide from me again.”

Moxxie nods, taking her hand. “I promise I won't.”

Millie smiles. “I don't know how to fix this…but we will figure it out. We will be okay. We're in this together.”

Moxxie nods again. “I know.”

“I love you.” Millie tells him, wrapping her good arm around him again. “So much.”

“I love you too.” He hugs her back tightly…

Never wanting to ever let go.

He's not sure what's next…

But she's here…

And so he knows everything will eventually be okay.

~~~Moxxie and Blitzø: The next day~~~

Blitzø was in his office, working on something on his laptop, determination and a hint of fear on his face.

Moxxie walked in without even bothering to knock…

“Moxxie? What- what are you doing here?” Blitzø asks him.

Didn't Millie just get home yesterday? Shouldn't he be with her?

“Sir, we need to talk.” Moxxie says, tone serious and straightforward.

“Mox, you're supposed to be at home taking it easy, not here.” Blitzø says. “You don't get back to work til-”

“This isn't about that.” Moxxie says. “I need to talk to you about something important…it can't wait another day.”

Blitzø looked at him with confusion, the smaller imp looked nervous about what he was about to say, but he sounded so determined. “Uh, okay? What's is it?”

Moxxie hesitates a moment…

‘Rip it off, like a bandaid, you got this.’ Moxxie tells himself. ‘Just say it!’

“I can’t keep working here if we're going to kill innocent people.” Moxxie admits fast.

“Excuse me?” Blitzø asks.

“I can't be like him, Blitzø! I can't keep killing people who don't deserve it.” Moxxie explains. “I need to know who we are killing from now on, and why. And if you have a problem with that, I will find somewhere else to work!”

Blitzø looks at him. “Are you done?” He asks.

Moxxie nods.

“Do you have any idea how much research I do on people before deciding to take a job?” Blitzø asks him.

Moxxie was taken aback by the question and defensiveness in Blitzø's tone. “No…I figured you didn't.” Moxxie admits.

“Well, you're wrong.” Blitzø says. “Maybe I don't do as much as you would but-” Blitzø looks away, knowing he really doesn't know much about most of the people they kill…but he doesn't feel it's necessary all the time! When there's a cheating spouse or avenging a death, how could they be innocent?

“But, what about the bride we killed?” Moxxie asks. “She was a mother, Blitzø! My mother died protecting me, Crimson killed her because she was trying to save me! She didn't deserve- why would you kill a mother, Blitzø?” he asks, starting to get emotional.

“The…” Blitzø gets up and grabs her file tightly and tosses it harshly in front of Moxxie to take it if he wants to.

Moxxie picks it up and looks through it while Blitzø speaks.

Blitzø explains. “We were hired by the woman’s father, she was an abusive parent who was called on by earth’s authorities several times and they did nothing about it. She was not an innocent person!”

Moxxie looks at Blitzø. “Sir-”

“The kid is with her dad now, He’s a much better person than she was. I know it's easy to project your problems, but some fathers are actually half decent. The mother is here in hell now…child abuse isn't really a heavenly thing I guess.” Blitzø says sarcastically and over the top.

Moxxie looks up at Blitzø. “Sir, I didn't mean t-”

“I’m not exactly picky about who we kill, but I don’t just kill anyone! My mother was killed too. I'm not as heartless as I wish I was.” He continues. “I help people get revenge on those who fucked them over. I don’t tell you about them because you freak out about every little thing!”

“I’m sorry.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø stops and takes a deep breath.

Moxxie starts shaking a little. “I didn't mean to imply that you're not- I mean. I just thought that you- I understand we need to kill. I understand why you do what you do, and I didn't mean any dis-”

Blitzø gets a box of papers and hands it to Moxxie, interrupting his panicking and stuttering.

Moxxie takes it, confused and worried about what Blitzø was doing. “...Blitzø?”

Blitzø sits back down at his desk. “That is a list of people who wish to hire us… Look through them, and let me know which ones we're taking.” He instructs.

Moxxie blinks. “What?”

“I know you have the best intentions, you’re also the best judge of character around here. You’re the best person for the job.” Blitzø says.

“Really?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø nods. “Yeah, I think it’s about time I gave you a more prominent role anyway. You built this business just as much as I did.”

Moxxie's eyes widen…almost not believing what he's hearing. “Thank you…sir.”

Blitzø doesn't respond, he only sits back down.

“Can I ask…What happened to her?” Moxxie asks before he can really think about what he's saying.

“Who?” Blitzø asks.

“Your mom.” Moxxie says. “You said she was killed too…what happened?”

Blitzø looks at Moxxie who just looks back at him, waiting for the answer to his question.

“She died in a fire…” Blitzø explains. “A fire I started.”

Moxxie's eyes widened.

“It wasn't intentional but…it was still my fault.” He admits.

Moxxie looks at him sympathetically. “Blitzø…I-”

Blitzø shakes his head. “I don't need sympathy, Moxxie.” He says. “It's just true, I destroy everything I touch. I tried to help you, and ended up hurting you in every way possible.” He admits.

Moxxie wanted to argue, but he then saw a tear fall down Blitzø's face…

He's never seen him cry…not like this at least…

“Mox…” Blitzø takes a second to consider what it was he wants to say next. “I know I haven't been a good friend to you, I've been downright awful, actually…and I know it, and I have known it. There is no excuse for it, and I'm not asking for forgiveness or trying to make you understand I don't deserve that, I just- I'm saying that…I'm sorry.” He says.

He speaks a little louder. “I do appreciate all that you do for this company, I see you and every improvement you make. This company would be nothing without you…I would be nothing without you!” He says seriously. “I almost lost you…and whether or not you believe I was to blame for that, I am. It was my fault…and I'm so fucking sorry!” Blitzø says.

Moxxie nods, taking a step back, looking away from Blitzø. “You know…my mom died November 6th…I know that because every year she'd send me dimes.”

Blitzø listened, but didn't bother looking at Moxxie.

“Even after I moved in with you, I would find dimes every year, around the house or in the street…but one year I just- I couldn't find any.” He says. “I thought maybe she hated me, that she was disappointed that I didn't do what she wanted, that I became an assassin…”

Blitzø didn't understand why Moxxie brought this up, but listened anyway.

“But then I realized that…the dimes stopped because she knew I was going to be okay. I have Millie, I have you…She didn't need to worry about me. And even if I can never know for sure…I think she's just happy that I moved on.” He says. “I think…maybe yours would want the same thing?” He suggests.

Blitzø's eyes widened. “What?”

“You can hate yourself, you can dwell on all the stuff you should have done…but she would want you to be happy, she would want you to move on rather than feeling bad all the time. Focus on those you can love while you're here…like…Stolas. I mean, if he can love you half as much as Millie loves me…he's probably worth your time, right?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø doesn't answer.

Moxxie looks away again. “Well, I guess I don't know that for sure but…I want that for you. I want you to be happy and move on…I want to see you as happy as you can be.”

Blitzø looked surprised, probably having no idea how much Moxxie really looked up to him.

“I'll see you in a couple of weeks, Sir.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø nods as Moxxie turns back to the door. He grips the handle…then pauses. “Blitzø?”

“Yeah?”

“You may not be asking for forgiveness…but you got it anyway. If that wasn't clear.” He says before exiting the office, leaving Blitzø alone.

Blitzø looks back up at the screen…

‘St.An's Hospital, rehab center.’

Blitzø knows that he's the last person she wants to see…

But someone has to tell her about Cash…

She needs to know the danger she might be in…

Besides, it can't hurt to try and make things right between them…can it?

~~~Crimson and Alessio:~~~

“Sir…? Can you hear me?” Alessio asks.

Crimson is laying on the motel bed, staring at the ceiling.

He's been asleep for a few days now, so it surprised Alessio to walk in and see him with his eyes open again.

“How many survived?” Crimson asks, not even looking at Alessio.

“56 sharks remain.” Al explains. “None of the littles were found, they must have escaped-”

“And…the kid?” Crimson interrupts him to ask.

“He escaped with his…friends.”

“Good.” Crimson says, looking down. “I want to be the one to end his life, not Blitzø.”

“Sir-” Alessio wasn't sure what he was going to say, but it didn't matter, because Crimson continued to speak.

“He'll pay for what he did.” Crimson says. “We just have to build the organization back up, get some funds, more sharks-”

Alessio sighs. “Crim, Moxxie-”

“Is dead to us!” Crimson says. “And when we see him again, he'll be dead to everyone else too.”

Alessio nods. “You should rest, Crim.” He says. “You'll never heal if you keep stressing yourself out like this.”

Crimson sighs. “I gave him everything, Al.”

“I know.” Alessio says. “And, I think he knows it too.”

Crimson doesn't respond, he only looks away from Alessio.

With nothing else to say, Alessio leaves his boyfriend in peace.

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"Tick, tock, stop the clock

Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot

Tick, tock, stop the clock

Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot

High hopes are getting low because these people are so old

The way they think about it all

If I tried I would never know

High hopes are getting low

But I know I'll never be alone

It's alright, we'll survive

'Cause parents ain't always right." -Parents, YoungBlud

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Possum: I hope you guys liked this ending...it may be a bit rushed but it's all I have left for this book and I've been staring at it for a while trying to think of anything more I can add and I got nothing else to really say.

The next book though will be so much fun, so I hope you read it.

I am always super shocked when I actually finish a book, so I'm going to end this like movie credits or like an award even though it's only fanfiction. I'm proud of it lol

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Big thanks to @todayimfour on Tumblr for commenting on all my posts 💕

And

@alowishmaze and @CrossroadsOfIlussion for giving me so many ideas for this fic! You both are amazing!

And everyone who has read this book throughout.

I Love you all so much! Thank you for the support and comments.

This story took way longer than I anticipated to finish. But ya'll still stuck around. And that's amazing to me.

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The next book is called: "Millie knows better." We get to see Moxxie's attempts to recover from all this shit I put him through! :D

Yay 🏳️

Damn, it feels so good to finish a book lol 😆

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