Veronica sawyer Jacob decided he wants to be a little dick by using his maracas to much and of Jacob has turned to using 3 apples tall apples as maracas
Tags: nightmares, night terrors, sleep paralysis, hallucinations, jake suffers from sleep paralysis, and also blames himself for that time enoch almost got eaten by a hollow, guilt, men crying, soft enoch, protective enoch, cuddling & snuggling, sharing a bed, sleepy cuddles, light angst, fluffy ending
Warnings: mild gore
Notes: "ghràdh" is scottish gaelic for "love/dear", i did quite a bit of research on sleep paralysis, thats how i learned about the screaming thing, but i dont actually suffer from it so i hope this is accurate
Jake couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He couldn't scream. He couldn't breathe. He could faintly feel the bedsheets under him (under the horrible feeling of things crawling up and down his back) but as he scanned his surroundings with his eyes, unable to move his head, he saw a forest. Not just any forest, this was the forest behind his Grandpa's house exactly as it had looked the night he died. Everything was blurry and he could see his and Enoch's bedroom as if the forest had been poorly superimposed over it, and it seemed to swim as he blinked like shapes that appear in your eyes when you stare at a light. He could see the silhouettes of hollows in the trees, features indistinguishable apart from twisting tentacles and gaping toothy mouths dripping with blood. Worse than his own mind attacking him with one of his worst memories was the overwhelming sense of terror and dread, and despite himself he started to cry.
"Jake!" overlapping voices whispered from the shadows. "Jake Portman! Jacob!" He couldn't turn his head to see the source of the whispers which was terrifying even though he knew it wasn't real.
"Jake," growled a horribly familiar voice and Jake stared up in horror at the figure standing over him. It was Enoch, but not quite. Not his Enoch. His boots were stained with the semi-congealed blood running down his legs from the wounds in his legs shaped like the bite marks of a monster's huge maw. His belly was split open, the remains of his half-eaten guts spilling out, and Jake almost gagged. His ribs were exposed behind decaying flesh and there was a gory cavity where his heart should be. His throat was torn as if cut through by ravenous teeth. The worst was his eyes, his beautiful chocolate eyes, ripped from his head leaving only empty, bloodied sockets behind. Jake tried to scream but he couldn't open his mouth and it seemed to echo and buzz through his skull, it was so loud and painful and made him cry even more than he already was.
"I'm dead, Jake," he snarled and the scenery seemed to shake. "I'm dead because of you." He didn't see Not-Enoch move but then there was a crushing weight on Jake's chest and the gruesome hallucination was crouched on him like an incubus. "You said you loved me," he growled, harsh voice thick with hatred. "You said you loved me, why did you kill me? This is your fault, I'm dead because of you!" And then Jake almost seemed to wake up, but not nearly enough. The forest melted away and he was once again in his room but that thing still remained weighing down on his chest and he couldn't breathe. He knew it wasn't Enoch, he could see the steadily breathing shape of his boyfriend next to him in the bed out of the corner of his eye, but it looked and sounded so real. Hands were on Jake's shoulders, claws digging in with a strange sort of dull pain that he could tell wasn't real but couldn't break loose from. He couldn't move or scream, all he could do was sob quietly, unable to open his mouth. "You killed me, Jake!" Not-Enoch was screaming now, screaming like an animal. "I'm dead! I loved you, you said you loved me, I'm dead because of you!" Blood was pouring from his open mouth as he continued to scream. "Jake!"
"Jake!"
"Jake? Jake!"
"Jake! Jake, can you hear me?" And then the claws were gentle hands, shaking him slightly, and Enoch was still staring down at him but he was alive and real and there was love and concern clearly present in his eyes, not his empty sockets but his eyes. Jake sat bolt upright, screaming and crying and frantically apologising to Enoch for... killing him? Enoch frowned, confused, before pulling Jake into a hug. Jake's screams tapered off but he continued to sob and Enoch held him, rubbing soothing circles on his back until the crying calmed too.
"What happened, ghràdh?" he asked softly, pulling away from the hug and taking his boyfriend's hands.
"You're- you're alive." Jake choked out, breathing still shaky, reaching to cup his face with one hand. "Your eyes... Enoch, I'm so sorry." Enoch leaned into his touch and kissed his palm."Don't be, you didn't do anythin' wrong." Jake nodded."It wasn't real," he said aloud to himself. "It- it was just a dream."
"What happened?" Jake took a shaky breath and wiped away tears."It's nothing, go back to sleep." Enoch simply stared at him, concern written in his eyes. "It's really not a big deal," Jake protested weakly, "just sleep paralysis." Enoch's eyes widened in worried shock.
"Paralysis?" he echoed. "You're- Are you alright?"
"Not like real paralysis," Jake explained and Enoch relaxed slightly but didn't let go of his boyfriend's hand, "it's like you're asleep but- but not really. Y'know how you can't move when you're asleep?" Enoch nodded. "Your brain's done the thing to stop you moving but you're also kind of awake and dreaming." Enoch tilted his head to one side, confused. "Well, not dreaming, more... hallucinating. Like, you- you see things that aren't- aren't really there." He swallowed hard and tried to calm his shaky breathing. "I- I know it doesn't sound that bad but it's really- it's really scary." Enoch cupped the taller boy's face and leaned up to kiss his forehead.
"It sounds scary," he said reassuringly and Jake leaned into his comforting touch, unable to stop himself from starting to cry again. Enoch pulled him into a hug, rubbing circles on his back. "Hey, it's okay now. I've got you. You're safe." Jake nodded and hugged him tighter.
"What did you see? If you don't mind."
"You." Enoch stiffened in his arms. Was Jake scared of him? "You- you were dead. I don't know what happened but- but you were dead and it was- it was my fault." He let out a quiet sob that he was instantly embarrassed of, hugging the shorter boy tightly and hiding his face in in his curls. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, you don't need to be sorry, you didn't do anythin' wrong," Enoch said again, gently taking Jake's face in his hands and kissing him softly. "It wasn't real 'n you're safe now, promise." Jake nodded. "C'mere." Enoch lay down and pulled his boyfriend down with him, wrapping his arms and legs protectively around Jake's much taller frame like a koala and nuzzling his head against the American's neck and shoulders. Jake melted into his touch, letting himself relax. He had always suffered from sleep paralysis ever since he was a small child and it was obviously very scary but the thing about it he hated most had to be how helpless and isolated he always felt. Alone in the darkness, it was very easy for his darkest thoughts and memories to take hold and leave him powerless and unable to move or call for help. After all the cuddles, of course, the second best thing about sharing a bed with Enoch had to be how much safer he felt. When he had his necromancer to protect him, he didn't feel so helpless anymore.
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