Bed Sharing Troupe (Daythunder x Reader)
No, I don't care if the Eremites are NPCs, they're H O T.
You lay on the bed if his tent nervously, a bit rigid and a bit tense. Not because of the bed itself, the soft and plush blankets along with the nicely fluffed up pillows were quite comfortable. It was just that it was...intimidating to sleep next to him. Not because he intimidated you or anything, quite the opposite considering how doting he is when you happen to injure yourself or how protective he is of you during battle...No, the reason why you're so nervous is because you were undeniably attracted to this man and couldn't find yourself falling asleep because of it.
After your tent was destroyed because of a fight breaking out between two of the newer eremite recruits, he had graciously offered his tent for you to stay in. You were gonna decline him and say you can ask a friend but then you're ever so reliable pal simply said: "Um, actually, I don't think I have enough room in my tent." It would have been a totally believable and valid reason if it wasn't for the goddamn smirk they wore on their face when they said that. He allowed a small smile to grow on his face as he turned his head to you, "Then it is settled, you can stay with me until your tent is fixed!"
Speaking of him, you were brought out of your flashback by the sound of the tents entrance opening and he walked in. You stared at him in awe because while the top part of his uniform didn't really cover much to begin with, his body was still so magnificent without it. His pectorals were the first thing your eyed laid upon, the next were his built arms that he used to put his giant weapon against one of the very few simple-designed furniture he had in his tent, and then the sound of his deep yet comforting voice.
"Are you comfortable?" He asked, making you blink out of your thoughts. You do your best to keep your cool: "Yes, thank you! And, again, thank you for allowing me to stay."
"Of course, I always welcome your presence, (Y/n)." He replied without missing a beat, making your face feel hot and your smile a little more awkward. He then picks up some extra blankets and pillows and proceeds to put them on the ground. You frown until you realize that you were laying on his bed and soon, guilt crept into your gut.
"Y-you don't have to sleep on the floor. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just gotten on the bed-" but he interrupts you, "(Y/n), please, I am just fine. Plus, you've already made yourself comfortable."
"I'll be just as comfortable on the ground!" You insist, "It's no problem and I already feel bad for staying here and...I don't know...I guess...It'd make me feel bad if you slept on the ground."
There's a silence that fills the space between the two of you. Archons, you wished you could see underneath the bandanna and look into his eyes, just to know what he was thinking. But he stared at you, as readable as a rock as his mouth remained in a neutral frown.
"I see, so...the obvious solution would be that neither of us sleep on the ground. Unless it'd make you more uncomfortable if I slept next to you?"
Honestly, you weren't sure how that suggestion made you feel: Excited? Nervous? Skiddish?...Feral? but it was quite obvious that you two didn't want the other to sleep on the floor so you responded and agreed with him that it was the best case option because your brain had short circuited so badly. So you scoot over and feel your heart start to race a little as he laid next to you. He is courteous towards you in the situation, a little oblivious to your attraction from him, but fully aware of his attraction to you; he tries his best to make you feel as comfortable as possible.
He makes a pillow wall for the both of you or just lays as far from you as possible to give you the space that you need. But he has a hard time falling asleep much like you, the both of you tense yet grateful for this situation. You fall asleep first and he doesn’t realize it until he feels a shift in the blankets and feels you curl up by his side, causing him to turn his head to the side while relaxing his body at the feeling of your touch. His gaze softens as he stares at your sleeping features, you look so precious right now. But now he’s met with a dilemma, does he move you away or does he let you be. I mean, you seem to be comfortable like this but he knows that you’d be embarrassed if you woke up like this. But maybe you were cold, though you seemed rather well covered in the mess of blankets.
He decides to leave you be and let you rest, after all, he wouldn't want to risk waking you up. So he closes his eyes, your warm body next to him making him finally realize how drowsy he was. So he allows himself to rest by your side, using his other arm to pull you close and left it there, enjoying the feeling of your form against his own.
Pressing his forehead against yours, he lets out a silent tired yawn.
"Goodnight, (Y/n)."
