Paramour Mansion. Dark. Terrifying.
Gerard Way. Dark. Terrified.
He stood anxiously in their doorway, shifting his weight between his feet. "Y-Y/N?"
They shifted under the covers of their bed, but didn't wake.
"Y/N?" Gerard tried again, louder, as he slowly made his way to the edge of their bed.
"Mnfgh- Gee?"
His manager blinked up at him sleepily, dark circles ringed around their eyes.
"Can I- could I stay here t'night? With you?" He whispered shakily.
Y/N yawned and pulled the chain on the vintage lamp beside their bed. "Mhm. What's'matter?"
Gerard crawled into the space Y/N had just vacated from scooting over, the sheets still warm as he pulled them up over his body.
"This house 's scary." Gerard whispered, his voice sounding tinny and childish in the big echoey bedroom.
"Yeah? What happened?" His band's manager looked at him worriedly, their eyebrows furrowing.
"I've had a uh, n-nightmare every night." He internally winced at the trifling circumstances that he had woken them up over.
Rather than get mad, Y/N laid back down next to him and rest a comforting, yet still professional, arm around his waist. "Wanna talk about it?"
Gerard bit his lip and nodded, trying to incrementally and stealthily move closer to Y/N.
"Whenever you're ready." They encouraged, starting to run their fingers up and down his spine.
"Uh, they're-they're these terrors. And it's like, it feels as if somebody was gripping my-" He took a deep breath. "As if somebody was gripping my throat. Sometimes I see flames. And sometimes I see people that I love dying. And it's always-"
He was interrupted by Y/N pressing their lips against his forehead.
"Just sleep." They whispered.
He blinked.
"Sleep." They repeated, pulling him closer to their chest.
"Jus' sleep." He murmured into their shirt, his eyelids starting to become heavy.
"Shut your eyes." Y/N whispered, kissing the top of his head.
Gerard was already asleep.
