hey, do you still open request? Fluffy - angst
If yes, can i request Mc and jestyn Sleeping together, and jestyn got nightmares?when his wake up he start looking for a comfort to mc (They're already dating!)
Even Marionettes Have Nightmares (Jestyn/Reader)
Tags: Minor Hurt/Comfort
Divider Credit: @enchanthings
Quick A/N: I'd like to imagine that Jestyn isn't the type to tell anyone his troubles. Since he and Knighter were the ones to protect the theater before the arrival of MC. When MC arrived, he rather carry his troubles and pain than tell them unless MC sees that he's hurting.
“You wish for me to accompany you to your chambers?” Jestyn asked, his eyes wide from your request. Smiling in gratitude, he bows and grabs your hand gently like it’s made of glass. “I’m so very honored as ever, my dear ruler, for me to join you in bed.”
Taking his hand, you took him to your bedroom. Changing in the bathroom and coming out with your plain t-shirt and pajama pants. “My dear ruler, you look absolutely stunning.” He said with a sigh.
“Ahah, thanks, Jestyn.” He would never stop to find ways to flatter you. Climbing into bed and moving to the side of the wall where he could squeeze in, you wished him a good night as you fell fast asleep.
Looking over your sleeping face, ever so peaceful, his beating heart racing as he gazed into your features. “Sleep well, Y/N.”
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You stirred awake when you felt Jestyn move, rubbing your eye and looking over your shoulder. “Mmm… Jestyn?”
Turning around and sitting up, you could see Jestyn softly moaning and his brows furrowed as he clenched the sheets. If you listen closely, he seems to be talking. “No… no… don’t go. Please…”
“Jestyn?” You whispered his name. “Jestyn, wake up! Jestyn!”
Gently rocking his shoulders, Jestyn jumps as his eyes open. Putting a hand on his chest as you gently rub his back. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. It’s ok. It was just a nightmare; it’s not real, Jestyn.”
Reaching for his hand, you gently rub his knuckles until you hear his breathing even out. “Are you ok, Jestyn? Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head.
“Ok, I won’t press. But I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.” You gently grasp his hand as he looks over to you, giving him a soft smile. “Would you like to go back to bed with me?”
He nodded his head. “May I ask for a bold request, my dear ruler?”
“Sure, anything.”
“May I… ask to hold your hand while I sleep?”
“Of course,” you said. Laying back down in bed with him, following suit. You gently grasp his hand as you look over to his face, his expression downcast as his eyes move towards yours. “Good night, Jestyn,” you whispered to him as you fell back asleep.
Looking over to your hand, holding his hand and noting how small it was compared to his. It was rare for him to dream, rarer for him to have a nightmare that frightened him. He dreamed of a fire, a fire that consumed the entire theater and he wasn’t there to stop it. His friends were down and destroyed, with their heads bashed in as vandals destroyed his home. What’s worse was that he saw you. Not moving and blood all around your body as a knife was sticking out of your chest. He would rather die than be alone again. He would rather die than be all alone with no ruler to guide him. “No…no. Don’t go, please don’t go, my ruler. Please,” he begged.
But it was hopeless, for you were already gone.
Then like the saving grace that you are, you pulled him out of the nightmare. Perhaps he would tell you in the morning. Would you comfort him with the warmth of your hand? Would you hug him? Humans are so particular. He would prefer not to put any more weight on your shoulders; he would rather carry it than cause you any stress. Curling his hand tight over yours, he let go of a sigh he was holding as he went back to sleep. This time, the nightmares didn’t come.
