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Hey quick note: This entire book is kind of au-ed??? In the book, Boris and Theo just been together if that makes sense. Like they live together as adults, are dating as kids, etc. sorry if that's confusing.

Character Ages: Teen
Genre: Angst + Fluff
Tags: Angst, Fluff, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Boris Pavlikovsky's Abusive Father, Semi-Graphic Descriptions of Injury, Bruising, Injury, Most of it is in Boris' dream but still, Insults

Summary: Boris has a terrible nightmare, but is woken up by Theo. Fluff ensues.

Trigger Warning for beatings, slight homophobia, and insults that involve calling someone a whore! Be wary if those trigger you!

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40686051
Read on Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/my-worst-nitemare/691260712664924160?source=share

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Boris awoke and immediately knew something was up. Theo was sleeping peacefully next to him, but there were noises downstairs. He figured his father had come home, and he began to panic. He had to get Theo out of here! He turned to the sleeping figure beside him only to realize that there was no one there.

"Potter?! Are you there?"

"BORIS!!!!" Boris froze at the sound of his name. A blood curdling scream echoed throughout the house, and there was only one thing on Boris' mind: Theo. He rushed downstairs to the source of the noise, desperately searching for him . He was nearly down the stairs when he saw something out of the worst of his dreams.

His father was holding Theo down, repeatedly kicking him in the ribs. There were bruises all over his face and blood pouring from his nose, which was broken. His glasses lay shattered on the counter where his blood had been splattered. He was screaming out in pain as he was continuously beaten, the wounds on his body getting bigger and bigger. Boris' father was yelling insults at him while beating him, much like he did with his own son.

"What made you think you deserve to live, huh? Whoring yourself out to men!"

"Sir," Theo cried, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry-" Another kick was delivered to his face, Theo crying out in pain.

"Shut up you idiotic slut! You are lucky your pathetic boyfriend isn't here right now. You are both disgusting!"

Boris felt frozen. He tried to move to Theo and call out his name, but he couldn't move. It was as if he was stuck in time, chained to the staircase. Eventually, his father stopped hitting Theo, muttering one last insult before leaving the room. Boris watched as Theo's chest stopped rising and falling, indicating his death.

Theo was dead. His father had beaten his boyfriend to death and he had just stood there and watched.

"Well, well," a cold voice called from behind him, "If it isn't my son." Boris turned around to see his father at the top of the stairs. He was still frozen, desperately wanting to run away but he couldn't.

"You claim to love him, yet you stood there as he died. The bitch was better off without you anyways. You are a weak and hopeless mistake. I wish you were never my son."

Theo was better off without him. He had died right in front of him, and he had done nothing to save him.

"Boris! Boris! BORIS!" A voice shouted his name, and Boris awoke from his nightmare with fury.

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Theo was sitting up above him shaking his shoulders, worry plastered across his face.

"Are you ok? You were crying and thrashing in your sleep." He was alive, and that was all that mattered. Boris immediately grabbed Theo, pulling him into his arms. Although surprised at the sudden gesture, Theo knew Boris needed comfort, and he was ready to give that to him.

"You're alive. You're alive!" Boris repeated over and over, letting himself go in Theo's arms.

"That's right," whispered Theo, stroking his hair, "I'm alive. I'm not going anywhere, ok? I'm safe, and so are you."

After a few minutes of crying, Boris had eventually calmed down enough to form coherent sentences. The pair laid in Boris' bed, Theo petting his hair and rubbing his back.

"Do you want to talk about your dream?" asked Theo, warmth in his voice. Boris nodded shakily.

"I woke up, and you weren't there. Then I heard you scream my name, and you sounded as if you were in so much pain." He squeezed Theo protectively as he recounted the scene.

"I ran downstairs, and I saw my father hitting you over and over. You were so hurt, but I couldn't move. I tried reaching out to you and calling your name, but I was frozen."

"Sir, I'm sorry; I'm so, so sorry!"

"You were apologizing to him, but he kept beating you and calling you...calling you a whore. There was so much blood and bruising on your face."

"It's ok," said Theo, "I'm alright. Nothing happened to me, I'm safe, ok?"

"No, you don't understand! You died in front of me Theo, and I did nothing to help you!" Boris didn't use his name often, so when he did Theo knew things were serious.

Theo shifted the two so that the blanket covered their bodies, Boris' head resting on Theo's chest.

"After you died, he appeared behind me and told me how much of a failure I was. After that I woke up."

Theo moved them again so this time, Boris' head was above his heart.

"Boris, listen to me. You are safe, and so am I. You've kept me safe from your dad; from the whole world, in fact. You would never let anything happen to me, so stop doubting yourself."

Boris nodded, feeling reassured at Theo's words. He wrapped his arms around Theo, hugging him close and listening to his heartbeat.

"There you go, listen to my heartbeat. I'm right here, I'm not dead. You've kept me safe as can be." Boris eventually fell asleep to the sound of Theo's heartbeat, the blonde running his fingers through his hair.

Theo snuggled into the embrace, smiling slightly at the way Boris' arms tightened around him once he'd settled.

"Thank you, Potter. I love you." Boris whispered, his arms somehow circling Theo more.

"I love you too, Boris. Now go to sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up."

It took a while for Boris to fall asleep, but he did once he had Theo in his arms. Theo fell asleep shortly after, feeling relieved that Boris had been able to find peace for the night. The two slept in each other's arms, content as can be.

Word Count: 975