₊✩‧₊˚ IDV CHARACTERS REACTING TO THEIR S/O HAVING A NIGHTMARE!!—- ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
cw: none!!
Vera and edgar gender neutral x reader sfw!
a/n: maybe I’m self projecting with planning on making these all late night. It’s okay though chat because ima make sure this fire fr (i’m low-key sleep deprived writing this right now, but we ball). And also, sorry if this sounds weird, this is my first time writing full x readers that aren’t head cannons so sorry if I make them sound ooc or cringe at all😭😭🙏 NONETHELESS HOPE YOU ENJOY!!
VERA NAIR
The faint glow of the moonlight sank into the perfumers room onto her material filled desk, catching some of her hair in the process as she fine tuned her euphoria, making sure that the violet colored fragrance smelled and worked as it should, as she had a focused look on her face. As she worked on the tree roasted scent, she heard gentle knocks on her door. Who could even possibly be at her door this late at night? Everyone she could possibly think of in the moment was asleep, quietly taking on slumber in their own rooms. She lowered her perfume onto her desk gently, as she began to speak.
“I’m busy right now.”
The brunette perfumer gave a short response, as her words came off sharp and arrogant, with a bit of irritation, not knowing who was knocking. She was also focused, affecting how long her responce would be. Just then, the familiar voice of her beloved sinked through the closed door.
“…Im sorry…can I just come in for a little bit..?”
As she heard the familiar voice of (y/n), her face quickly turned soft, yet with a slight lingering sense of worry. Hearing the somber, feared voice of her dearest (y/n) made her worry, she knew something was wrong.
“Oh—yes dear..I’ll be there in a minute.”
She spoke, her voice still remaining sharp, yet still having the assimilation of worry and softness, as she quietly but swiftly walked to the door, creaking it open.
“Is everything okay? Here…come in dear..you can tell me what happened if that would make you feel better..”
Vera spoke sharp yet gentle, her tone sharp as rose thorns yet just as beautiful and soft as a bold, crimson colored, gentle petal of a rose, as she gently grabbed (y/n) by the hand, guiding them to the entrance of her room. She put a complete pause to her perfume work, as she sat on the edge of her bed, patting the open spot next to her, looking down at the spot then back up at (y/n), being patient with them.
(y/n) took a seat next to Vera, leaning on her shoulder, looking up at her with gentle, yet somber eyes of a puppy, as Vera spoke sharp yet gentle, as if pencil was sketching softly on paper, having a sense of delicacy yet concern.
“…Is everything okay..?”
Vera spoke gentle, waiting for a response from her dearest (y/n).
“…I…had a nightmare..I’m sorry, it looks like you were busy and I didn’t mean to bother you—“
Vera quickly cut them off.
“Hey—No it’s fine dear..and you didn’t bother me..I was just working on my perfume..”
Vera quickly spoke with concern, yet straight and sharp as always. She gently rose her head from looking at her beloved, to glance at her work. (Y/n) followed the same pattern, looking at the perfume and the material scattered desk.
“..Here…smells sometimes help me feel better..”
Vera spoke warm and pointed, as she walked over to her desk, grabbing her euphoria she had been working on prior, as she handed it to (y/n). (Y/n) sprayed the perfume, inhaling the calming and refreshing scent of a tree roasting in the sun helped ease their dancing mind.
“..thank you, Vera..”
(Y/n) spoke more calm and refreshed, with a tired smile. As Vera looked at her, tucking (y/n)’s hair behind their face, as (y/n) savored the smell of the nature-like scent for a bit longer.
“Anytime, my dear.”
Vera spoke softly, quickly planting a kiss on (y/n)’s cheek, as (y/n) leaned into the kiss, a small soft smile smile formed on their lips. A light shined in midnights darkness, as (y/n) felt more happy and tranquil once again, savoring this moment with the perfumer, as they sat in the comforting silence for a bit longer.
EDGAR VALDEN
The midnight scilence draped Edgar’s room like a curtain, as he quietly painted by himself, working on another masterpiece, the scilence being broken by a soft dialogue of whispers between the canvas and the bristled paint brush. As he focused on nothing but the canvas in front of him and the colors he was ever so effortlessly putting together, he heard the gentle knocks of someone at his door, disturbing his peace, while adding sound to the loud quiet of his room. Who could possibly be knocking at his door, let alone at this hour? He was never really one to be friendly with others, or get close to anyone, except for one person, but they should be asleep, right?
“Hm…Who is it?”
The painter spoke with a hint of bite in his tone, reeking with sharpness, yet blunt tone of voice, not talking his eyes off of his earthy colored painting, as he continued to make swift and fast strokes on his canvas.
“…It’s me…can I come in…?”
(Y/n) spoke soft, tired, yet particularly fragile in this moment, they clearly weren’t feeling good. Hearing who it was, his face softened a bit, as he turned to the door, and sighed.
“..The door is unlocked. You can come in.”
Small signs of worry seeped through his blunt and pointed voice, as he put his paintbrushes down on the pallet, putting a halt to his activities, while (y/n) did their slow yet somber walk in. He was worried for them, but had a hard time showing that.
“Is everything okay? Why are you even walking out this late at night, shouldn’t you be asleep?”
He spoke with sharp arrogance, yet a little bit of worry and affection dripped through his voice. The brunette painter frowned a bit, picking back up his paint brushes slowly, while remaining eye contact with (y/n), as his beloved closed the door behind them.
(Y/n) sat on the ground next to Edgar, as they had their head hanged low, eyes looking up in his direction. As they sat down next to him, he ever so slowly resumed his painting, awaiting a response.
“..I had a nightmare..I felt scared..I didn’t really want to be alone…sorry if I interrupted your painting..“
Edgar looked down at them once again. He always had a naturally cold resting face, but when he looked down at you, saw your saddened face, and listened to what you said, his face turned slightly more soft.
“..it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, I can paint while someone else is in the room..if it makes you feel better, you can stay in here for a little bit..”
He spoke to (y/n), his voice softened up a bit along with his face, as he looked down at the now more peaceful looking (y/n), as they gave a warm smile at him in response.
“..thank you.”
(Y/n) replied, as they got hug and wrapped their arms around him. He tensed up a bit at first, not being too used to physical touch, but ultimately ended up melting into their beloveds arms like melting snow under the spring suns hold, reciprocating the hug back.
“It..it’s really not a big deal..but your welcome anyways, (y/n)..”
He gently moved their hair out of their face, a smile slowly spreading like butter across his lips as he treated their delicate locks of hair as a masterpiece in their own right, tucking it behind their ear, his touch lingered for a fleeting moment, before letting go of them. As they sat down next to him, scilentky watching him paint away, watching each gentle stroke he did on his canvas to shape another fragment of his masterpiece.
