2021 mogtober

Days 1 & 2, Morrigan and the Museum of Stolen Moments.

        possible tws (if you want to avoid it, I want to help): nightmares that involve non-graphic death, coffee mention, not sleeping at night

           Jupiter jolted awake. He froze for a moment, before taking a deep breath, letting the scream die in his throat. It's not real, it's not real, it's not real, he thought. It didn't seem to help much. He closed his eyes slowly. The images seemed burned into his eyelids. So close. If she hadn't made it out of the museum in time, you would have found her cor- nope. 

           Jupiter did not need to think about that.  Morrigan was fine. She would be in her room hopefully gaining 8-9 hours of sleep like the parenting books had said a 12 year-old should get. (Yes, he had bought parenting books. Raising Jack was stressful, but raising a child that didn't know much about nevermoor, or how good parents were supposed to treat their kids had been so much more terrifying.)

           He'd seen her before she went to bed. He knew that. But for some reason, his heart was still pounding and his palms were still sweaty. Jupiter got out of his bed that the Deucalion had kindly added another blanket to sometime throughout the night. Maybe a walk or some coffee would help clear his head.

           ...Unsurprisingly, he ended up in front of room 85. Jupiter debated if checking on her was worth waking her up or not. He slowly nudged open the door with his foot, taking a few steps into the room and hoping he didn't trip on anything. One of the more interesting things he'd learned about Mog was that she slept in total darkness and needed it quiet in order to sleep. It was either that, or she could sleep through anything. Not being able to sleep because of birds chirping outside, but sleeping through Fen and Frank arguing about an ocean-themed party? He really didn't understand. To be fair though, there was a canary nest right outside her window.

           As Jupiter's eyes adjusted, he could see that the thin curtains let in some moonlight. From the same moonlight, he could see his daughter breathing safe and sound in her bed. Another interesting thing he'd learned was that she slept on her stomach with her face pressed into the pillow. She was laying like that now, only a mop of black hair visible. He closed his eyes again, letting out a relieved sigh. It was easy to believe that the nightmare hadn't happened now that he saw her alive. It was easy to believe that the museum hadn't come crashing down and killed his daughter. It was easy to believe that she was safe, and the nightmare wasn't real.

           He crept out the room again, closing the door carefully. The relief made him feel lighter. As the fear and uncertainty wore off, he could feel the exhaustion making an appearance. Jupiter would hug her in the daylight, where he would hardly remember the nightmare.

478 words

(A/N) This took me 2 freaking hours to write y'all. 2. Hours. For 478 words (not including tws and this note). I have mad respect for my Author friend, who has 20+ chapters of her fanfic done. Anyways, Not the story I was planning to release but I have been living in either August or January (mentally) and forgot that mogtober was even a thing. Well, i do hope you enjoyed it though. I have ideas for Whump >:) for later chapters, so buckle up yo.