꒰👁️꒱ 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Warm Blanket | Cesar x NB!Reader

Angst ⟶ Fluff

Mohamedrihanna

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The first thing I heard was the pitter patter of the rain drops falling on my window sill. It was calming, and made me want to lay in bed for another hour. My warm blanket cradled me and kept me safe from the bitter, cold gusts of wind that rammed themselves onto my window. But that moment was quickly destroyed by a shrill scream, the sound of furniture scraping against the hard wood floors, something shattering, and the splat of a thick liquid hitting the floor. I quickly sat up from my bed, tearing the thick blanket off of me, and slipping out of bed.

"Y/n, stay up there," my momma yelled, fear and concern lacing her voice. My brows furrowed. Many questions raced through my mind such as 'how does she know I'm up?'  Maybe she just heard the floor creek or something. But in the back of my mind I really wanted to go downstairs.

Another scream.

I decided that this was enough. I charged out of my room and sprinted down the stairs, almost tripping over my cat that decided to reside there. As I turned the corner my eyes locked with a tall figure in the corner of my living room. Its eyes looked so cold, but yet so dangerous and unforgiving. I felt a chill run up my spine. My momma didn't dare to look away from the beast, or even tilt her gun away from it, and I wish I kept looking at it too, but my eyes wandered to the substance that was on my foot.

Scarlet red blood.

I picked my foot up and took a step back before looking on the ground. There laid my dad and uncle. I saw a part of my aunt's torso in the kitchen, but the rest of her body was for me to imagine, which I didn't. My brows furrowed and sadness started to creep up my spine and hold me. The embrace was warm, but I sobbed anyways. I just fell on the floor and cried. My dad, he was very close to me. My uncle, not so close, but I still loved him because he was family. And my aunt, the same as my uncle. Now there would be nothing to build on. No new relationship to create with them. No new memories to be stored in the vast shelves of my brain. Just an empty bookshelf. 

"Momma," I weeped, "tell me this is a dream." No response.

I dragged my eyes to where momma was, only to be met with a gory sight. I covered my mouth, holding a gasp and a cry. I felt my world collapse. She laid there, just like the rest of my small family, lifeless. My limbs seemed to weigh more than normal, and they tried to anchor me down to the ground so I would stay in this moment. I reached an arm out that quickly fell to the ground. It felt like 20 pounds. It was hard to breathe. I started to drag my body to hers, but I was held back. That's when it hit me. My eyes darted to the corner of the room where it was standing.

Nothing.

I felt a cold cloud of air tickle my neck, and that's when I knew I wouldn't have to be sad anymore. I leaned into the embrace. I would be with them. With my family. Where I'm supposed to be. I rested my head on the chest of this alternate and closed my eyes, not daring to look up at it's face. It cold breaths fanned across my tear covered face, but it felt like I was in bed once again. 

 The first thing I heard was the pitter patter of the rain drops falling on my window sill. It was calming, and made me want to lay in bed for another hour. The warm liquid cradled me and kept me safe from the bitter, cold fans of air that brushed against my face.

Sleep now, for me.