Oh, Sleep Well (Lunarian X Reader)

(Request 1 )

Lunarian sat quietly on the wide windowsill, bathed in soft moonlight. A thick, silver-blue blanket draped over his broad shoulders, a quaint sight considering the fearsome authority he normally carried. Moments ago, he had been barking orders at the starborn guards, his voice sharp and commanding. But now, in the stillness of his palace, he was just... there, quiet and cold, lost in his thoughts.

The vast expanse of the night sky stretched out before him, stars twinkling like distant memories, but his mind was elsewhere—until he felt the sudden warmth of a body beside him.

Y/N slipped in beside him, pressing against his side under the blanket. It was so casual, so simple, yet Lunarian stiffened instantly. His deep blue eyes flicked to them, filled with shock and a trace of horror, as if he couldn't quite believe that someone—a human—would dare to snuggle so close to him.

"Wh-What are you doing?" he asked, his usually smooth voice faltering as he shifted uncomfortably. 

He hadn't expected this. Not from his guest.

But Y/N simply smiled, eyes already half-lidded with contentment, and leaned closer, wrapping their arms around him. 

"You looked cold," they murmured softly, as if that were reason enough.

Lunarian blinked, his confusion still lingering as his skin, always frigid like the coldest winter night, brushed against theirs. 

"I am cold," he mumbled, almost begrudgingly, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. "I'm always cold. I've been like this for eons—no warmth, no heat. You're wasting your time."

But Y/N only held him tighter, their warmth spreading slowly across his chilled body. 

"I don't mind," they whispered, nuzzling gently against his shoulder. "I'll warm you."

Lunarian's breath hitched at the touch, the gentleness foreign to him, something he had long since forgotten. He'd lived his life in the cold, isolated in the vast darkness of the night. Now here was this mortal, so warm, so alive, trying to share that warmth with him, despite his nature.

For a moment, he considered pulling away, but... he didn't. Slowly, hesitantly, he let his body relax, allowing Y/N to snuggle closer, as the silence between them grew comfortable. His arms, still stiff, slowly circled around them, though he kept a small distance, wary of his own frigid skin.

"You're strange," he muttered under his breath, though there was no real malice in his voice, just quiet wonder. His gaze drifted back to the stars, as if afraid to fully acknowledge the tenderness of the moment. "Most people run from the cold, you know."

Y/N laughed softly, their breath warm against his chest. "I guess I'm not most people."

Lunarian huffed, his lips curling ever so slightly into what could have been the ghost of a smile. "Apparently not..."

Then...

Y/N shifted even closer—no, not just closer—into his lap. 

How had this happened? One moment they were simply beside him, and now they were snuggled against his chest, legs draped over his, arms wrapped securely around him as if he were some kind of pillow.

His mind raced in sheer panic, every fiber of his being screaming that this was not supposed to happen. His cold hands hovered in the air awkwardly, unsure of where to go. 

Could he touch them? Should he touch them? No, he should definitely not touch them. 

Why are they so close?

The weight of their body against him, the warmth of their breath on his chest, the way their head tucked under his chin—it was all far too much, far too intimate, for someone like him. He felt like he was being crushed under the softest weight imaginable, and it was unbearable.

They're in my lap. They're in my lap. Why are they in my lap? 

Lunarian's thoughts whirled around in panicked circles. He hadn't had this kind of contact with anyone in eons, and now—now—this tiny human had made themselves comfortable on top of him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Is this... normal for you?" he croaked out, his voice strained as he tried and failed to suppress his internal chaos. His hands were still hovering awkwardly, trembling slightly as if they were unsure whether to embrace or escape.

"Mh..." 

Here, here they were, nestled so perfectly, and every instinct told him to run. But his body—traitorous as it was—remained still, as if it had given up entirely, paralyzed by the overwhelming sensation of being wanted. 

I can't breathe. 

Oh gods, they're moving. Why are they moving again?

Y/N shifted slightly, wiggling to get more comfortable, and Lunarian's whole body went rigid. His breath hitched in his throat. Their movements, however innocent, pushed them up against him in ways that made his mind spiral even further into chaos. 

He was acutely aware of every inch of contact between them—the way their legs were draped across his own, the way their warmth seeped into his icy skin, the way they pressed so firmly against his chest.

I can't handle this. I can't handle this.

They're too close.

He tried to speak again, to say something that might save him from this torturous softness, but his mouth seemed to have forgotten how words worked. 

Say something. Stop this. You're Lunarian, the ruler of the night! They should be afraid of you, not—

But Y/N let out a soft sigh, their breath warm against his collarbone, and Lunarian's frantic thoughts came to a sudden halt. The sound was gentle, content, and somehow... comforting.

In the quiet of the moment, with the snow falling softly outside and the moonlight spilling through the window, Lunarian realized something that terrified him more than anything else.

He didn't want them to move.

The realization hit him like a cold wave, flooding his mind with equal parts horror and confusion. He had spent so long convincing himself that he didn't need this—didn't want this—that now, faced with the undeniable reality of it, he didn't know what to do. 

They're... warm. And I—like it?

No. That couldn't be right. He was cold, frigid by nature. He was the embodiment of distance and isolation, practicaly. And yet...

His hands, still hovering awkwardly in the air, hesitated before slowly—very slowly—settling onto Y/N's back. His touch was tentative, as if he was afraid they might shatter under his fingertips. 

Don't be foolish. Just...

They shifted again, pressing even closer, and Lunarian sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. His fingers curled slightly, resting on the fabric of their clothes. He could feel their warmth radiating through, battling the cold that clung to his skin like a curse.

"I... I told you I'm cold," he mumbled, though his voice had lost its earlier edge. It sounded more like an apology now, a weak protest against something he wasn't even sure he could resist anymore. "Cold and— hard, I—"

Oh... couldnt have worded that any better, Lulu?

How did you even get into this situation, Lulu?

...

Well...