What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

15》Dorbyn- Fluff

This is kind of a Dorbyn, but also not really. It'll make more sense after you read it. Dedicated to TulsiGabbard2020, I hope this is what you expected.

*Incest
*Corbyn is 40 and D.J. is 17
*Mentions of attempted suicide
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Summary: From the very first second D.J. opens eyes, he's plagued with things he's never done, lessons he's never learned, and feelings he's never had

D.J.'s POV
Dark.

It's so dark.

Dark like a theater before a movie. Dark, but filled with warm popcorn smells and... and the anticipation of what was to come.

You smile in that darkness. You laugh because your safe.

So safe.

And then it changes.

Instead of the dark before a movie, it's the void before a nightmare.

It cuts on and it's big.

So big and getting bigger, coming closer.

And you're scared, so scared.

Something opens up. And that something consumes you. Consumes you so completely that it becomes everything you are and will ever be.

It pulls you down, down so far you don't think you'll ever get up again.

Closes around you until you can't breathe.

And you stay there, trapped in the black emptiness after a bad dream's end.

Trapped in the endless darkness of things long since passed. And you wish you were anywhere else, wish you could just wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Wake-

"Up! D.J.!"

I leap off my sheets, hands shaking in time with my racing heart. My cheeks are red and my face is hot and it hurts.

Something hurts nearly too much to bear.

" D.J., baby, are you alright?" A big, lithe hand comes up to hold my cheek and his blue eyes, even when flooded with worry, even in the dead of night, shine like every star in the sky came together.

They shine so brilliantly that I won't ever need another light ever again.

I shut my own and toss my head until it aches, forcing those thoughts back into the deepest recesses of my subconscious.

I do allow myself the simple pleasure of tipping into his touch though," I'm alright, Daddy," I smile warmly," just a nightmare."

" You're always having nightmares," Corbyn frowns," have you told your therapist?"

" Yeah," I lie, longing to smooth the crease in his brow," I have. I'll be alright," I lay my hand on his and he chases the cold of my fan away.

Admitting this nightmare out loud, describing it to anyone else in this world, seems wrong somehow.

" Okay. You know I worry about you, Jun," he's sat on the edge of my mattress and I wiggle closer. Tucking my face against where his shoulder and neck meet.