Can I request ghost reactions to you having a nightmare and you leave your bedroom to clear your thoughts please?
Wawawaw. Hi. I'm having a good time eating dry cereal so I'm gonna work on some requests. I don't have nightmares often, but when I do, I can never go back to bed so this will be fun! (All of these are established relationships, I don't know if you wanted that or not - my apologies!!)
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How The Ghouls React To You Having A Nightmare
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You woke up in a cold sweat, breath coming out if you heavy and hard. It was like you'd run a marathon, though you almost wished you were panting from exertion.
Instead it was from stress. A nightmare encased in darkness and indescribable to anyone. You couldn't tell if it was a feral beast or it was only a brush of wind. But no matter what it was, your heart shook from it.
Your shirt was soaked through, forcing you up. It wasn't like you'd be going back to sleep anyways. You took it off, clawing at it like it was infected with the plague. You found a tank top, opting to put that on. Who would care, Copia had heard of your nightmares, calling them messages from Satan. If they were anything, they were messages from the Lord of Paranoia.
Walking out of your room, your bare feet padded along the marble floor. Your pajama pants kept your legs warm, but the cold floor sent chills through your feet. It reminded you of the danger that the ministry reinforced for staying in after curfew. But you weren't scared of the ghouls.
Especially not when you held a soft spot for one of them.
~Dewdrop~
He had smelled your fear before you woke up, not being able to ignore the way you seemed to suffocate in panic. He slinked out of his room and the ghoul's wing, creeping around the ministry, looking for you from deep shadows in corners. And when he finally found you, he watched you take deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth.
Your eyes scanned decorations, looking for a distraction. But it wasn't hard for them to catch on one you certainly hadn't seen before. Glowing yellow eyes in the corner of a display case.
You felt it wash over you; his reassuring warmth. You sighed softly, holding out your hand, "Dewdrop."
He walked out of the darkness with short steps, and then he finally came into view, mask having been stripped from his face, dark purple hues under his eyes and his long, blonde hair flowing off his shoulders, tangled in few placed. He only had pjama pants on, but you knew by how worn out he was that it wasn't on purpose.
"You're scared," he said, soon standing in front of you. He only stared at you, tilting his head, "You have nothing to be afraid of here, I hope you know that."
You smiled up at him in a way that was meant to reassure him, but you could tell he didn't feel reassured at all.
"I just had a nightmare, I needed to take a walk to clear my head, alright?" you looked up at him with softened eyes, "Go back to sleep, you look so exhausted."
Dewdrop's hand moved to yours so fast you almost didn't believe it happened. The glow of his eyes had intensified in that moment, radiating light that gave his eyelashes shadows.
"Only- Only if you come to bed with me," he murmered, slipping his nimble fingers around your other wrist and pressing both of your hands to his chest.
The ghoul shivered at the contrast of your cold fingertips against his warm chest. Rain was right about it being a cold night. But as he expected you to say no to the words that were so bold from him, you just nodded.
You could definitely go for some snuggles.
~Aether~
He felt the presence of you as you walked past the ghoul's wing. What could you possibly be doing so late? Especially around here?
He threw the blankets off of himself fast, tugging a long sleeve on and rushing out of his door. It closed with a creak, but he didn't care about the noise echoing through the hall. Something had to be wrong and he was determined to figure out.
You barely even noticed where you were going though, still trying to shake off the feeling of your dream. The ministry was probably the single handedly most creepiest place you'd ever roamed at night, but it was the most relaxing.
Well, until you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, and a second closing around your mouth. Most likely to muffle your screaming, which it did. You were pulled back into a strong chest and you wanted to cry for a moment before you looked up.
And staring down at you was his soft yellow eyes. "Aether..." you said, still muffled. He let it down and slinked his second arm around your waist with the other. "You scared the living hell out of me."
"You scared me worse," he spoke, kissing along your jawline, "You shouldn't be walking alone this late. I'm so glad it was me that scared you instead of someone else..."
You knew the other ghouls would never hurt you - Aether would eat them alive for it. But he never stopped worrying about your safety.
"I just had a nightmare, I.. I couldn't fall back asleep."
Aether hummed, hands caressing your waist in a way that was only loving. His nose was brushing your cheek softly as his lips pressed softly to the skin on your jaw. His tailed ran up and down your calf, tickling your skin and making you smile.
You knew what he was doing, all his touches. They distracted you, made your mind fuzzy with love. And that's how he wanted it to be. Hazey and broken away from your nightmare.
You sighed softly, letting yourself relax into him.
~Rain~
You had decided to sit by the window seat, watching the fog drift across the grassy patch of land that bled into the forest. It was calming to you, but you couldn't shake the images of whatever that thing was staring you down.
You knew your heart was still thrumming, and you knew that it was about time you should go back to your room, stay safe from the dangers of the night. But you didn't want to. You didn't wanna lie awake for hours, occasionally babbling to yourself about being strong just to pull your covers higher at the sound of a branch hitting the wall.
Cowering in fear was extremely boring, but looking out a window was soothing, whether it was boring or not.
"Love?" a soft voice called out from behind you. You jumped in your skin, turning and placing one foot down on the cold marble.
But when Rain stepped out into the soft moonlight, opening his eyes, you downcast your own.
"You had a nightmare again?" He asked, standing near you, close enough to where his socks were in your line of sight. A gust of wind rattled the windowpane behind you, the chill hitting the back of your neck.
You looked up slowly, once glancing at his slender hands before looking up to see him, his droopy hair and curved horns presented to you. You gave him a faked smile, "No, just felt restless."
Rain furrowed his eyebrows, stepping up to you and curling his hand under your chin, forcing you to keep looking up at him.
"Please don't lie to me," he whispered, pressing his forehead down to yours, "I told you that you were welcome in my bed to help with your night terrors."
"I just.. I don't wanna keep waking you up like last time-"
"I don't care about last time, please," Rain whispered, pressing his lips to yours, "Please just stay with me from now on."
You captured his lips in a kiss again, reaching up pressing your hand to the back of his neck, you brought him closer to you. It was sweet and consuming, soft lip to lip contact as if you'd break him if you kissed too hard. Leaving the kiss for a moment, you murmured, "Fine, but I don't wanna leave this moment yet."
And you pressed yourself right back into him.
~Swiss~
Swiss was rushing through his door before you even had woken up, feeling the panic of your own nightmare rush through him. By the time he skided to a halt by your door though, he didn't feel you inside, he smelled the fresh scent of where you once were.
And there he began to follow your trail, leading up to one of the practice rooms. He'd watched you sneak in there multiple times after you two started seeing each other, sitting in the back row and keeping your eyes on Swiss the whole practice. None of the other ghouls said anything to Papa, they wouldn't take that away from the multi-ghoul. But it must've become a comfort spot.
And it had. You curled up in the same seat you always did, but you brought your knees to your chest, pressing yourself together and you swallowed hard. The darkness was eating at you - maybe a walk wasn't a good idea. But you needed to get out of that bed, out of your room.
As you finally relaxed, chewing on the skin of your bottom lip, the darkness settled in once more and you felt the distinct chill of someone watching you.
Turning your head slowly, you'd begun to hope you saw nothing. You weren't in the mood; you were terrified and missed your big ghoul more than the world. But you felt the chill decrease and the eyes on you started to feel more comforting. Home settled in, a feeling you only felt with him.
You saw it, his eyes in the dark, wide and waiting for the lock of yours.
"Sw.. Swiss?" you called through the dark room.
There was shuffling within the minute, nearing you with quick strides. Swiss' figure became more prominent as he neared you, sitting down next to your balled form with a calming aura.
He seemed like he knew something was off - his cheerful demeanor was gone, like it never existed. And when he placed a hand on your knee, your heart broke. You just really wanted to feel safe, and in your bedroom, you hadn't. But Swiss was safe.
"Let it out, baby girl, tell me what's wrong," his gruff voice soothed you and his calloused fingers drifted across your pjama pants, index finger rubbing circled on your knee.
And you did as he said. You let it out.
~Mountain~
Primo's garden was a place that you had always gone to cool off. Sure it was chilly that night, gusts of winds blowing against you roughly, but the plants were gorgeous. Especially the flowers, which were maybe the prettiest ones you'd ever seen; all different colors and all different shapes. And they were vibrant, almost like they wanted to glow but couldn't. And compared to the feeling of the dark ministry, you felt completely and utterly safe here.
And you would've stayed in this garden, looking at all of Primo's plants and flowers, if you hadn't felt a light prick on your face. Not a hurting prick, but that's the only way you could've ever described it.
Then another. And faster than you'd ever felt the weather pick up, you felt a dozen more on your arms.
Raining. It was raining, and you were stuck out in it. What a great idea this was, Y/n.
You quickly hurried through the garden, twists and turns, all prolonging your time in the rain. Vines curled through tresses, through the lenses of fear, they were trying to reach you and hold you there in the cold rain. You felt your hair flatten to your head, clothes sticking to your skin like wet paper. Only you could get stuck in downpour at midnight.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" you groaned out, almost slipping on a wet stone before you hopped up onto the stairs leading to a door to the ministry. You shook your head in annoyance, looking at how happy the plants were out there. In that moment, you wished you felt like them, so excited to feel the rain pour against them. But now you were soaked and freezing.
You stepped inside tracking in water from.. well, everything - your clothes, your hair, your feet. Everything worked together to possibly get you in trouble.
What freaked out the most though was the rushing of feet, before the sound stopped and two glowing eyes looked at you. "You are soaked."
You definitely knew that voice, and you instantly started walking towards it with the world largest frown on your face. You wished Mountain hadn't found you like this, and you sorta wished you had just stayed in your room and attempted to count sheep. Cause now he wouldn't get sleep as long as you didn't.
His sharp features came into view, lips also curled downwards in a saddened look, eyebrows knit together, curtain bangs messily falling down the sides of his face.
"Flower, what were you doing out there? It's so late," he whispered, holding your waist and pressing his lips to your forehead.
Mountain's hand smoothed out your wet hair, shaking his fingers and flinging water everywhere. "Ju-Just not t-tired," you said, not realizing you were chattering till you had finished speaking.
Mountain made a clicking noise with this tongue, and the next moment felt like a blur as he spontaneously picked you off your feet and into his arms.
His chest was bare and his skin was hot, so hot. It felt like he was defrosting you in his arms. You snuggled closer against him, almost trying to get under his skin so you could feel his warmth.
Your ghoul walked confidently through the halls, long strides towards his room. You could tell by the way the wall decorations ended and blended into darker stone, wooden doors only stained a darker tone that you were being taken to his room. You could never complain though - it always smelt nice.
He turned to open a door, setting you down once you were inside. It made you feel even worse dripping onto his floors than the marble, but he didn't seem to give a care in the world as he hurriedly rummaged through his closet, snagging something off a hangar and snatching something off a shelf.
Carelessly throwing the clothes onto his bed, the large ghoul's hands got to work. You would've offered to change yourself, as it was your own body, but Mountain eagerly took the job to strip you of your wet clothes, leaving them in a small, soaked pile near the door.
As he dressed you up like a doll, you looked at your lover intently. He was gorgeous, and he looked so cute when he was focused on something, even a little task like dressing his airhead girlfriend up after she went outside and got soaked.
"L- Lo- ove you, Mount- tain," you chittered, watching as he struggled to fit his too-large-pantleg over your feet. You managed to slip through, but the only thing that kept the pants on was a drawstring you decided to tie, the excess fabric basically pooling at your ankles.
He tugged his shirt over you, happy with the way his scent encased your body, "Oh I love you so much more flower."
Mountain kissed you on your nose, snatching you by your waist and dragging you into his bed. Slipping into a heavy blanket, your ghoul wrapped himself around you. And it was like your body melted.
His tail curved against your leg, arms tightly caging you against his chest, and his chest rumbled with a purr. And you felt it hit you, the exhaustion. You could go for this more often.
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