This is what I thought the concept for @kimetsu-chan’s Milo angst was.
Warning(s): Yelling
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Milo sat on the futon in her room, tears fell down her face as she held the torn kimono in her hands.
Tanjiro had bought her a new kimono just because he saw one that reminded him of her.
She grabbed the needle and pulled it through the beautiful fabric as she cried.
Her ears flatten when she hears her uncle’s voice.
“STOP CRYING!!!” He yelled as he stomped to her bedroom door.
Tanjiro was there with Milo, trying to help her feel better.
Haruki had torn Milo’s new kimono as soon as he found it, days after Tanjiro had bought it for her.
“Angel it’s ok.. you need to let your hands rest..” He said softly as he gently held her trembling body his lap.
She turned to be in a bridal style position in Tanjiro’s arms.
“I-I’m sorry T-Tanji..!” She squeaked tearfully and he tightened his hold on her.
“My sweet Angel.. you have nothing to apologize for..” Tanjiro said softly and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
A few months later, when Yuna adopted her, Milo was finally able to fix the kimono.
She happily ran to Tanjiro, wearing the gorgeous kimono. “Tanji! I finally fixed it!” She exclaimed happily and hugged him tightly.
He teared up slightly, so happy for his beautiful Milo. “You look amazing in it my Angel..” He said softly and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, making her blush.
She kissed him back softly. “Thank you.. I love you Tanji.. so so much..!”
“I absolutely love you so much too my Angel..!” He happily begins spinning her around, holding her tightly in a gentle embrace.
Milo’s sweet giggles reach his ears as he spins around with her in his arms and he couldn’t be happier.
~the end~
I hope you guys like this! I don’t write many fics that just pop up in my head so this was fun!!<33
Hmmm... I wonder how would Raihan, Piers, Milo, Gordie, and Leon react seeing their S\O mentally tearing themselves apart because they believe they arent good enough for anyone???
Ah yes, the angst is strong with this blog.
Mental angst under the cut!!
Raihan would kneel down in front of you, so that he was one your level. While he didn’t understand the feeling, he knew that you had been through so much. He would ask permission for every little thing he did, whether that be rubbing your hand, holding you close, or even just tiny things like him leaving you for a couple of seconds. He would also say a thousand times over how much he loved you and cared for you, and that whatever recovery you wished to do, he was with you every step of the way.
Piers would get it, one hundred percent. In fact, he’s been in the same position so many times, he can almost feel the tears running down his cheeks. To calm you down, he held you close and started to rub your back, keeping you close while he sang about how much he loved you. It was entirely an improvised song, but the words seemed to come out naturally. Eventually, you fell asleep on his shoulder, eyes red and emotionally drained. Though he never really showed it, he would keep a close eye on you for the next couple weeks, both through contacts, and by asking you out on a bunch of dates, if only just to see you smile.
Milo would break down right along with you. Though, it wasn’t for the same reason. It would be that he was so appalled at the fact that such a beautiful and wonderful person such as you would even think that you weren’t worth the world! You were his world, that was for sure. He would tell you a million times over this information, though between the two of you, the conversation was difficult through the sniffles and sobs. Eventually, Milo came back with a blanket, and he cuddled you so much that you had no choice but to admit that you were loved. Several cups of hot coco and a tired movie later, you two were passed out in each other’s arms, and from then on, you two refused to leave each other’s sides for basically the entire month. People thought you were married at this point.
Gordie became your rock. He would ground you in everything he talked about, had you take a bunch of deep breaths, and reasonably talked to you about how that entire thought process was the biggest pile of shit he had ever seen. All through it, he had a soft tone, and a warm smile on his face. He would be down on his knees, holding your hands, making you look him in the eyes, and slowly explain to you that you were worth everything in the world, including his love. There were points in time where he was the one who felt undeserving of this angel in his life, and he wanted to make damn sure you knew that you were his everything.
Leon was silent for a little while, but kept you close. He listened intently to everything you said, every hateful thing that you had about yourself, and every flaw you recounted. And then, patiently, after bringing you his favorite Charmander plushie and wrapping his cape around you, he thought of one positive for every bad thing that you said. He recounted all of them, without missing a beat, and his golden eyes twinkled at you just like the stars. He said that you were his champion, and explained that, if it were so desired, if you ever felt unsafe in the two of you’s relationship, then he would leave to let you heal. He explained that he never wanted you to leave his side, but your well being and safety was far more important to him than the label of a relationship. After a tackle hug and a mouthful of thank you’s later, you two ended up moving to the kitchen and cooking some of your favorite sweets. Leon was just glad that it brought a smile on your face.
Could we maybe break Milo by having the same type of writing as Raihan and Leon where his S/O goes missing ( I’m a sucker for em )
Tis the season to be angsty~ Falalala lalala oh dear
I hope you don’t mind that I played with the idea a bit! It was just too good not to resist.
Also, this one is a lot longer cause I really got in the groove with this one. Hope yall enjoy!
There’s some depictions of blood under the cut for this fic, so please be warned!
Milo was aware that you didn’t use your phone very often, but this was just plain weird. You always sent him a good morning text, asked him how his day was, and the two of you just had some really cute conversations together. If Milo had taken a small break and was staring at his phone with a blush and a smile, it was probably because it was a cute text from you.
And you would also visit pretty often to help him with the wooloo he tended to. So it was very strange to one, not see him doing that and instead looking fairly worried, and two, to not see the two of you goofing about. It was when Milo started asking around the town that people started getting worried. They implored him to take a break from work to go and find you, just in case. Though it took some convincing, he eventually gave into his worry and started to search for you.
That had been a week ago, and now, he had yet to find you. His movements were getting frantic, and it was obvious that he hadn’t slept in a while by the bags under his eyes. Also the fact that he was about to cry at any given moment was a really good indication that he was worried. As he stared up at the stars from one of the wooloo stables, he let that emotion flow out of him.
He hadn’t said how he felt yet. He had run from town to town, frantically looking for you, and yet no one had seen you in the slightest. Some of the wooloo woke up and cuddled next to him, but woke back up when some other wooloo were calling from the distance. The stood up, shook themselves awake, and started to roll over in their direction.
Milo furrowed his eyes in confusion. That was when a couple of wooloo gently bumped in to him, smiled and baa’d up at him, giving him a little nudge and another rolled thump. There was something they wanted him to see. He stood, confused, and followed the rolling trail of wooloo out to the pasture. There was a hole in the fence, one that didn’t look man made. In fact, it looked like there was a pretty big impact, big enough for the wooloo to freely roll through it. On the nearby, trampled grass, it looked like there were little drops of crimson. Milo’s gut sank, but continued through the trampled grass, the wooloo leading him more towards the open plains.
It felt like he had been walking for hours, but the wooloo were still steadfast, and the trail was still there. It was easy to see in the tall grass just what had transpired. Something or someone was being chased, and whatever was chasing it was sharp and angry. The grass around the trail was cut unevenly, and at this point, Milo was so far into the plains that he couldn’t even find his way back to the ranch if he wanted to.
Eventually, the wooloo in front of him stopped and formed a circle. He shifted through the tall grass, and what he saw immediately brought tears to his eyes. There you were, cuddled by a bunch of wooloo and one of the ranch’s prized dubwool. Old Bessie is what they called her, and she had taken a shine to you. She gave a greeting grunt in Milo’s direction, and it looked like she was keeping you warm and safe in the cold night air.
You were cut pretty heavily on the chest, and it was pretty obvious that Bessie had been making sure that you were okay this entire time. Her wool was soaked, and her horns looked like she had seen some battle. Milo rushed up to you, seeing if you were even alive. He sighed happily to see that you were breathing, but shallowly. He jumped at some shifting in the grass, but it turned out to be a bunch of budew, some roselia and a roseraid. They eyed him cautiously, but the wooloo baa’d at them and nudged him lovingly. Each of the grass type pokemon had a berry in their grasp, and they slowly started to feed the berries to you.
Normally, berries didn’t have much healing properties for humans, but each of the water from the sitrus berries was turned into the move life dew, and also gave you a little something to eat. While you were unconscious, your body was probably starved, because you nibbled on each of the berries in turn. The wound on your chest started to heal bit by bit, and finally, it was enough for you to flutter open your eyes to see a sobbing Milo above you. He fully realized that, in these desolate plains, barren of any trees, it must have taken the grass type family a good while to find the berries and bring them back.
“M-Milo?” you sputtered out, weak and exhausted.
“H-Hey…” he managed to get out through sniffles. He held you up to his chest, holding you close, but careful not to make the wound worse. It was definitely going to need proper healing, but it was at least not going to get reopened or infected any time soon. He looked up at the wooloo, Bessie, and the roserade’s family and gave them the biggest grin.
“T-Thank you… so much. I-I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t helped me… I… also don’t know how to thank you.”
The roserade looked down at one of the budew, which was slightly off color. Instead of the usual green, leafy bib that the other budew had, this one was purple. A shiny. The budew waddled up to you, pushing under one of your tired hands, and lightly tapping one of the already occupied pokeballs. You were too out of it to really understand what was happening, so Milo quickly took out a couple of pokeballs, set you back on the ground, and then laid out all the various types of pokeballs he had.
“If you want to be with her… pick one,” Milo said. “If that’s okay with your mama. Once she’s better, I’ll give your pokeball to her, so she can be with you.”
The budew looked… nervous, and ended up looking back at it’s mom for approval. She just smiled and nodded at her child, lightly taking one of her roses and tapping her in the direction of the pokeballs. Milo had only heard of this a couple of times. Sometimes, mother pokemon would seek out humans if their child were shiny, simply in order to protect the shiny child from any oncoming predators. Shiny pokemon were always easier to spot, but by humans and pokemon that wanted a quick meal. The shiny budew wandered over, looked over the pokeballs for a little bit, and ended up choosing a love ball. It tapped the center of the pokeball to be sucked inside, and didn’t even give a tiny bit of resistance. The pokeball clicked without issue, and Milo picked up the love ball with tears in his eyes.
“I’ll take good care of your child,” Milo told the mother, who bowed at his promise. “Please remember as well, you and your family are welcome back at the ranch anytime. If you come by, I’ll make you some of my best pokefood.”
The mother smiled, bowed once more, and nudged the other children back into the tall grass. Milo pocketed the new pokemon before lifting you up in his arms. All the wooloo who had sat down were now standing, with Bessie stretching before starting to lead the way back to the ranch. She stood side by side with Milo, the other wooloo mostly taking the charge. You had already passed back out, but you weren’t as pale, and your breathing was a bit more steady.
“Thank you too, Bessie.”
A snort and brief acknowledgement to Milo.
“Do you think I could give this loveball to her as a confession?”
A grunt and a look of “really?” was all he got back from Bessie.
Milo just laughed and sniffled again. “Yeah… I think so too. I’ll give the loveball first, and then tell her how I really feel.”
He looked down at your tired form, and realized the tiny smile that had creased your lips. He didn’t know if you had actually heard what he said, or if you were just comfortable in his arms, but either way, he leaned down and kissed your forehead, carrying you back to safety. When you were healed, he promised he would give you the budew. As well as an applin.
Prompt: Milo’s crush has a near death experience and sits broken in the hospital with them.
Please don’t read if you’re bothered by death mentions, hospitals or small animal abuse mentions! Glad you all are liking these!!
As a person, Milo is a fairly carefree guy. If someone sees him without a smile on his face, it might just mean the end of the world. So when the rest of the gym leaders try to console him in the hospital waiting room, they see a side of Milo that no one had ever seen before. It was understandable, seeing as you were nearly gutted from a rampant dubwool’s horns, but it still took them off guard.
He was... angry. When people tried to talk to him, he would snap and them. When Kabu tried to tell him that he should sit down for a second, instead of pacing frantically back and forth like a madman, he glared at him for an entire minute before silently returning to what he was doing. Kabu and Nessa were both there, and ended up giving each other concerned looks.
Everyone knew that the two of you were getting close. You helped him will all of his wooloos, and would go out to dinner often. It wouldn’t have surprised anyone if you two were already dating. To be honest, he was more angry at himself. He knew these wooloo and dubwool so well, and yet he failed to pick up on the agitation of that particular one. Upon closer inspection, that dubwool was in a lot of pain from a horrible trainer, and ended up seeing all humans as disgusting creatures. He was mad at himself, mad at the trainer, and heavily blamed himself for letting any harm come to both the dubwool and you.
When the doctor came in to let everyone know that she was okay, Milo bombarded him with questions, which, thankfully, were all patiently answered. You were alive, but in critical condition. It wasn’t for certain that you would make it out alive, but your body now needed to rest from the surgery. The beginning gym leaders were permitted to visit her, and at the sight of your body, covered in bandages, the gym leaders watched Milo break down sobbing.
“Please... I can’t have you leave me...”
He knelt down next to your bed, clutching your hand in both of his massive ones, almost like he was praying. It was... heartbreaking. His desperate mutterings were all that were heard in the room, aside from the constant beeps. Kabu eventually guided him towards a chair, where Milo could be seen shaking like a leaf. His jaw was clenched, his face soaked, and eyes bloodshot.
“Kabu... what do I do?” he whispered.
Kabu just sighed, a hand on Milo’s shoulder. “We wait. We wait to make sure she’ll be okay. She’s just as important to us as she is to you.”
Milo sniffled, pulling out something from his pocket. Kabu and Nessa’s eyes widened at the sight of this sad, desperate man holding a tiny box. “If... I-If she dies... what do I do with this ring...?”
Nessa sat down beside him, and the two other gym leaders gave him a big hug. Eventually, they had to leave for more tests, but Milo came back every day, and stayed late into the evening with you. When the first thing you saw when you awoke was his big, teary eyed, goofy smile, you couldn’t help but give a weak one back.
You better believe that he covered you in kisses that day, even if only just to hear your laugh again.
