fiddleford pov:
during the last week ford has told me everything. the demon he had been trusting with his body. how he was resting whenever the demon took over, the blank spots he didnt realize were in his mind. the way he actually feels about me, not what the demon said.
in return ive told ford how his body was being used, how i thought he was hurting me. then looking me in the eyes and trying to console me after. how it was starting to make me think i was going crazy. the demons threats, his venomous words.
ford gently held me while i cried, his touch gentle and loving.
my eyes drift open and the smell of coffee floats through the air. getting up carefully i make my way to the smell.
"fidd, i didnt mean to wake you, please rest." ford says looking up from his cup of coffee. i shake my head and walk over to him. "i was restless anyway, and you didnt wake me. its hard to sleep since a week ago." i mumble.
another 2 weeks later fid is more comfortable with ford again_
fords fingers trace lines up my cheek and i lean into his touch, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. his thumb lingers as he hesitates. "y-you can K-kiss me if you want." the words leave my mouth quietly. i look up into his face, his brown eyes glinting, a slight hesitation tugging at his lips.
"fid, are you sure?" i nod. "as long as its you ford." i breathe out and his hesitation fades. gently his lips brush against mine as he kisses me. soft and warm, i melt into it slowly kissing him back.
he pulls back after a couple minutes. "i dont want to do anything you are not ok with so you set the pace for anything you want." he says his breath heavy and his cheeks flushed. "j-just this for now." i say slowly as i snuggle into his chest. his arm wraps around me as my eyes drift shut.
"get some sleep now then, ill make sure to hold you all night." he says as he pulls a blanket over us.
it had been about two months since bill last taken control of ford, and in this time fids had healed up. he barely flinches at fords touch but poor baby still has some mental trauma.
Fiddleford pov:
ford stand behind me and helps me aim at the target in the distance. "firm stance fid, you have to be able to shoot straight." he says placing a light kiss on my neck as i fire the gun.
"but you broke the deal, and hes been gone." i say preparing to fire again.
i feel him shake his head before lets me go and try by myself. "i dont want you getting hurt again, if he comes back, i want you to do whatever you can to stay safe." he says firmly and my grip on the handgun faulters slightly.
i glance over my shoulder at ford, my eyes wide. he gives me a half smile, laced with emotions i cant read.
i steady my breath and aim just as ford showed me, exhaling i pull the trigger.
i wake in the middle of the night to ford talking in his sleep, but its not fully his voice. i nearly jump out of bed.
"do you want to know exactly how you die sixer?" the demons voice sings out with a cackle. my heart thudding in my chest, im out of bed with my back against the wall. ford murmurs something i cant make out before his eyes suddenly open. he sits up and looks around frantically and clams slightly when he sees me. "its me fidd, its me." he assures me. i step forward cautiously looking into his eyes.
"ford." i breath out as i see it really is him. i get back into bed and hug him tightly as i start crying.
he rubs my back and kisses the top of my head. "its ok baby, its me." he mumbles into my hair, his heart hammering in his chest.
ford pov:
fiddleford finally falls back asleep, his tight grip around my waist loosening. i wipe the half dried tears from his cheeks as i carefully lay him down on his pillow.
my hands shaking violently. bills voice still echoing in my head.
"do you want to know exactly how you die sixer?"
i glance at fiddleford as his arms move and he begins hugging his pillow as he sleeps.
i slowly get out of bed and head to the bathroom. my stomach churning. i shut the bathroom door behind me and vomit into the toilet. gripping the edge of the counter i look into my reflection. one of my dark brown eyes glows for a moment and i hear bills laughter ringing in my ears.
i turn on the shower and strip down. i look at the various scars all over my body that i dont remember getting. my stomach churns again and i gag on the rising bile.
i hum, trying to quell the nausea. my eyes closed. images of a knife in my hand, carving an x into fiddlefords chest flash behind my closed eyes and bill laughs.
i empty the remaining contents of my stomach into the toilet.