Jiara Oneshots

Beach House Horrors

plot- jj and kie are married. jj had a dream and freaks the fuck out.

In the quiet of their home, the only sound is the soft snores of JJ Maybank. Kiara is asleep in his arms, until his breathing starts to counter her own. She's so close, she can feel his chest begin to heave raggedly. His body is heating up, and now he's sweating. She stirs for the moment and then an audible whimper leaves his lips.

And she finally wakes up, sitting up and out of his grasp. His eyes are screwed shut and his hair is a wild mess. Kiara shakes him once, twice, and then he shoots up. He's panting, hand going straight to his chest, and then to his eyes, shielding his view.

Kiara tries to meet his gaze. "JJ?"

"I'm fine."

"JJ-"

"I'm fucking fine!" His change in tone almost scares her.

She puts an hand on his shoulder, but he's standing, leaving their bed and rushing out of their room. She's shocked. This isn't normally how his nightmares go. There's a tension that hasn't left despite the fact that he'd escaped his slumber.

Then she can hear the water from the bathroom running. He's splashing water on his face. She slowly walks toward the hallway to see his shirt make it to the floor as he exits the bathroom. His skin is shiny, and he cursed as he opens the front door, "Fuck."

Kiara follows him toward the balcony of their beach house. He's taking deep breaths, which are loud compared to the quiet cool breeze. She walks to the spot beside him, catching a few tears fall before he wiped them off. She sighs.

His hand is still on his chest, trembling.

"JJ-" His glare is enough to keep her quiet.

Kiara sighs. Fine. He can do this on his own then. She sits behind him on a bench while he sinks to his knees. Moments after that, he's brought them to his chest as his eyes are closing.

It's quiet for several moments before JJ finally spares a pitiful glance to her. "I'm sorry."

Her face softened. She comes up behind him on her knees, letting her arms drape across his chest. "What happened?"

His eyes shut again. A free hand grabs one of her own, squeezing it gently. "You know who."

She knew that meant Luke again. She'd love to lock that bastard in jail all over again for the mental and physical trauma he caused his own son.

"I had to leave. Didn't want to scare you." He's mumbling now. She can tell he's scared by the tremble in his fingers. "Didn't want to... to hurt you."

"You wouldn't have." She's firm in her response.

"Kie, I've never been that angry. I wanted to... to kill him. Like genuinely kill him... Bloody murder on those squeaky wooden floors we lived on."

Kie doesn't move, but JJ chokes on his sentence anyway. The confession is enough to rip him apart from the inside out. "I can't do this anymore."

"He's gone, I promise. He can't get to you ever again. You're safe here. It's just waves and me." She tells him, kissing his cheek.

He closes his eyes again, sighing the second her lips make contact. Then he's turning, locking his own with hers. This shushes her for the moment until he pulls away. There are tears painting his cheeks now, but he doesn't acknowledge them and neither does she.

Instead, she pulls him close toward her, gently rubbing the skin on the back of his neck. Only a few real sobs leave him that night, swallowed by the waves beneath them. And Kiara reassures him every time.

It's okay, J.

Don't worry.

It's over.