[ spoiler for fenir's early access route , fenir comforts reader during their 2nd nightmare , reader's walls are fucking guarded (same) , this is just me experimenting deeper with mc's pov on how the shift in their relationship slowly happens ]
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Screams ring in your ears as your vision sways in and out of darkness. There's a hint of flesh in the air. Smoke too, perhaps? There's trees everywhere you look— This place, it feels familiar and strange at the same time. Your chest squeezes hard, and your eyes jolt wide open.
...Shit.
Again?
With a sigh, you plant your face in your hands, shoulders trembling. You weren't sure how long you stay that way but when you lift your head, you could see the wet droplets around your fingers and your palms. Your hand instinctively hovers over your cheek and you find yourself leaning onto the touch. A warm hand. Crystal eyes. Light cyan hair.
Ah.
Fenir!
That's right, he's the Hydra isn't he?
Maybe he knows why it's happening for the second time?
Your gaze searches for the clock, desperate. The room is closing in, isn’t it? Didn't you already cried? Why is the air so suffocating? And oh— right, of course, it's three in the morning. If you scream or run into your mom's bed, will she wake up? But isn’t the door too far away? And the shadow— It's- It's everywhere.
They're pouncing in any minute won't they? You're sure of it. You've noticed this. They'll come for you again.
And like before, you won't be able to do anything. You'll have to contact the Central again like some helpless healer you are. Having to solely depend on multiple people just for your one human safety. Wait. Contact-!
Call first.
Your brain blares the instruction outloud as your hands scramble for your communicator, dialing the first number you thought of.
"Hello?"
A gentle voice, though slightly raspy. That wasn't his usual tone. More tears slide down your cheeks as you cradle the communicator close.
"...Hello?"
The voice repeats and you pull yourself just enough to muster your name.
"I know." There's a small silence as your tiny sobs fill it. "What is it? Did something happened?"
You heave in a deep breath, sink your head in deeper onto your pillow, "...Fenir." The first few sentences you hear yourself saying are shaky as you explain your nightmare away. It's pathetic to ask for help again while he already gave you some help with the same issue hours earlier. It's even tragic that you don't find yourself regretting it, and you can tell he doesn't either. If you close your eyes, you can imagine the way his eyebrows furrow just slightly as he mutters under his breath.
"Hmm... That's okay. I should've written it down for you."
Lips twitching, you respond with a hum and a thank you. You know the Hydra face will flush with a faint red like he always does.
Cute.
....Ah.
Had it always been this easy to shift the steering of your thoughts? He's not even here and yet... His voice alone does such powers. Is that why he couldn't use his powers? Is Fenir just so influential from how he speaks? If he continues to converse this way to you all the time, it is really no wonder if you end up spilling all your secrets.
Could you do that? Would he let you do that? Would you like it if he lets you? Could you allow yourself to like it?
His voice washes over you, and your breathing slows. Everything erratic comes to a stop when you come to him.
Fenir... Just.. Who... are you..?
yippe yippee yippee ily fenir come jump into my arms lemme bridal carry u. also experimenting more w character banner idk if this is appealing enough lol
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