Nightmares | Sethos x Fem!Reader [DISCONTINUED!]

Chapter 5

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『Reader POV』

Tw: Gore (?)

The same field, the same sky, same vines, same faces, same chasm. It was all the same. Nothing's changed. I'm trapped, with no one around. I get dragged closer to the edge, my throat ensnared by the thorns. I can't scream, can't breath, my vision slowly fades. Right before I fall into the abyss, I feel something else tugging at my body.

I jolt awake, a scream making it's way out of my throbbing throat. I touch my neck, my legs, my chest and face. It's all there, no scratches, no bruises, no blood. My eyes dart around the room, noticing my roommate sitting at the edge of my bed. He places his hand on my knee, a tired, but sympathetic expression on his face.

"Come here..." He smiles softly, holding out his arms for me. As I feel numbness taking over my limbs, I have no choice but to rest in Sethos arms as he lies down with me, holding me protectively against his chest. "I'm so sorry... again. Why were you even awake?"

"It almost sounded like you were crying, plus the thumping of you tossing left and right..? That was pretty... noticeable." He sighs, running his fingers through my hair.

"...Sorry for waking you up. I-" Sethos puts his finger to my lips. "Hey. Don't apologize. This is nowhere your fault, okay?" I nod, and he pulls his hand away. 

"And if this happens again, don't hesitate to come over. I'm your best friend. It's basically my job to help you. And it's well paid." His soft chuckle lightens the mood a bit. "Thank you, really. You're the best friend I ever had." I reply.

It's a dagger to my heart when Sethos friendzones me, but like Tighnari already told me, he's completely wrong about the way I feel about him. Either he's blind or just stupid. I really adore him, whether he feels the same or not. I couldn't imagine a day without seeing him anymore.

My thoughts distract me further from the horrifying experience, and I feel rather exhausted than anxious, slowly drifting into a dreamless slumber. My eyes flutter shut and my breathing steadies, my heartbeat adapting to the rhythm of his.

I don't think I've never slept more peacefully than in this night. I wake up to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains, the warmth of Sethos' body still close to mine. For a moment, I forget everything—the nightmare, the unspoken feelings, the heartache. It's just us, embraced in each others arms.

Sethos stirs beside me, his eyes fluttering open. He smiles when he sees me awake. "Morning."

"Morning," I reply, my voice still groggy.

He stretches, giving me a glimpse of his lean body as his shirt lift slightly. "Did you sleep okay after...?"

"Yeah," I say, my heart swelling with gratitude. "Thanks to you."

Seth sits up, running a hand through his messy hair. "Anytime. You know I'm always here for you."

I watch him, my mind racing. I want to tell him how I really feel, but the fear of ruining our friendship holds me back. Instead, I just nod, a lump forming in my throat.

"Hey, let's make some breakfast," Sethos suggests, breaking the silence. "I could use some coffee."

I force a smile. "Sure. Sounds good."

We head to the kitchen, the normalcy of the routine grounding me. As Sethos starts brewing coffee, I begin to crack eggs into a bowl. We work in comfortable silence, the clinking of dishes and the aroma of coffee filling the space.